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Desperate Rendezvous

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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:11 am

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Southern Mongolia - Rendezvous Point

Smokescreen carefully watched through the large thicket as Tracer pleaded with Oil Slick to give her the Syk that she so desperately needed. It was becoming harder and harder for Smokey to remain hidden and idle as the troubled femme was clearly suffering more now than ever. The ‘Con, of course, showed no emotion or even a hint of concern regarding how much pain she was in. He only wanted information, no more and no less. It was enough to make the rallybot’s internal fluids boil over in rage, a feeling he seldom experienced but this was an extraordinary situation he now found himself embroiled in, one he hoped had a favorable way out for both him and Tracer.

Just remain calm. You have a plan to execute, Smokescreen thought in an attempt to calm his anger at the sight unfolding before him. He needed to remain focused even as every circuit in his framework felt like they were on fire, compelling him to do something. In fact, he was going to do something, but it had to be a composed and well thought out plan, not an act driven by simple impulse or emotion. It would be hard, but for Tracer’s sake he had to stay in control.

Smokescreen considered all of his options. Whatever he did had to be quick and decisive in order to take Oil Slick by surprise and prevent him from either fleeing or counterattacking. Neither would be acceptable as Smokey needed to get both the Syk and now the data slug away from the Decepticon chemist. He had to be very careful if his plan was going to be successful.

Remaining crotched down, the diversion expert slowly moved forward into the thicket and brought his electro-disruptor rifle up in both hands. He looked through the weapon’s scope and easily lined Oil Slick up in his sights. Smokescreen then watched as the dealer pulled out a vial of Syk from a compartment located on his hip. Really? You wouldn’t happen to have any more in there would you, Slick? The rallybot hoped there was more as he needed as much as he could steal in order to help Tracer remain normal for the foreseeable future and eventually beat her addiction. Once the ‘Con finally handed over the vial to the drug-addled femme, Smokey saw a chance to make his move.

The diversionary tactician was no sharp-shooter, but his accuracy level was high, just not Perceptor high. Still, he was more than confident that he would hit his target from this range without striking Tracer in the process. Taking a deep breath, Smokescreen off-lined one optic while the other remained looking through his rifle’s scope. He then squeezed the trigger thrice, unleashing a trio of electrical energy blasts directly at Oil Slick. Smokescreen then pushed off with both legs and burst forth from the thicket, running at top speed towards the suffering femme and her dealer. For a brief moment, a doubt of what he was doing went through his processor. So many variables had to fall into place to make this all work. However, he quickly pushed any lingering doubts aside and remained focused on the task that was now literally in front of him.

>>Tracer, get down!"<< The rallybot commed to her as he fired off more shots at the Decepticon chemist. If even one energy blast struck the gangly mech it should incapacitate him long enough for Smokey to steal what additional Syk he could and get the data slug back, as well. Then he and Tracer could race back to the shuttle and make their escape unscathed. Of course, things seldom unfolded exactly as planned and Smokescreen knew that this situation would likely be no different.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Sat Apr 21, 2012 9:43 pm

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Southern Mongolia – Rendezvous Point

Tracer remained on her knees as she waited for the chemist’s next move. What she received was devastating, a simple “interesting”. This cold sparked creature had wanted nothing more than her input in order to create a newer concoction which he would provide her once they met again. The scout stared up at the ‘Con and nodded in understanding.

Tracer’s optics widened in anticipation when Oil Slick finally produced the vial she had been waiting for. She watched as the chemist held out it out in front of her and then provided her with an explanation as to what this vial actually held. Over the vorns she had dealt with Oil Slick it was her who he used as a guinea pig to test his new mixtures and variants with. But she didn’t care, not any more. Whatever he was willing to provide she was always glad to take.

With the vial directly in front of her face Tracer’s optics followed and focused on nothing else. His required payment for the next batch was considered to be of high security. However, everything her dealer was saying hardly registered and she simply gave a nod in agreement.

“I’ll give you whatever you want."

Her optic contact with the vial never faltered until Oil Slick finally moved it toward her hands. Slowly, and cautiously Tracer raised a hand and took possession of that most important commodity. Once it was in her hands she cradled it close to her chest and looked back up at Oil Slick.

“I’d never reveal anything to anyone, not now not ever."

Tracer remained on her knees directly in front of the ‘Con, her attention drawn to her hands gripping the vial. A smile made its way to her face as the fear was quelled. The fear that had been welling up within her was the uncertainty of something going horribly wrong.

The scout let out a gasp when she heard three distinct shots that seemed to come from the tree line. Her fear finally manifested itself when she received the short warning to get down from Smokescreen. From that point things seemed to move in slow motion. She wound up dropping down onto her stomach, she then looked over her shoulder seeing Smokescreen charging forward and firing his weapon directly at Oil Slick.

The surprised expression that was on Tracer’s face turned to absolute rage. How could he do this to me? He gave me his word that he would wait for me back at the shuttle. Has he lied to me before?

From her position on her stomach she was still within reach of Oil Slick. If he wished to he could simply take hold of her and use her as a hostage in order to make an escape. With that scenario racing through her processor, Tracer pushed up from the ground and shakily got to her feet. With the vial still gripped in her hand Tracer ran toward Smokescreen. She stopped directly in front of him hoping the rally-bot would either slowdown or come to a complete halt.

While he continued his approach she screamed his name. The once quiet, demure femme was forced out of desperation to turn her ire on one of her most trusted and dearest friends.

"SMOKESCREEN! What have you done?! You’ve ruined everything! EVERYTHING!"

Her tirade dissipated as a thought came to her mind. She quickly turned back around and began to make her way back toward Oil Slick.

"Oil Slick, I can explain! Please! I still need you!"
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:07 pm

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Southern Mongolia - Rendezvous Point

Oil Slick nodded as Tracer quickly agreed to his demands for future payment. The addictive properties of Syk were quite impressive to so completely turn an Autobot against her own like this. Of course, Tracer was likely not an ideal Autobot to begin with. Her mental problems and what little he knew of her checkered past definitely spoke to that, but that aside it was still fascinating to see the psychology of addiction. Of course he was more interested in the chemical and mechanical affects of it, which would require a vivisection to truly discover in detail. It was something that would have to wait until this Autobot’s usefulness was completely gone.

The chemist watched the relief wash over her face as she took the vial from him. It was pathetic really, and a lesser being might feel pity for her. Oil Slick had moved far beyond emotions like that however. There was only the detached, clinical interest he took in everything.

Unfortunately for him his interest in Tracer was too deep. He was caught by surprise at the sound of gunfire. His head snapped to look at the source, but he was too late to dodge it. The webs of electricity from Smokescreen’s rifle slammed into Oil Slick. He let out a garbled scream of pain, something he rarely felt, as the electricity coursed through him, shorting out circuits or rendering them unresponsive. As additional shots struck him he dropped to his knees and finally face first on to the ground, his limbs still twitching.

Oil Slick tried to focus his thoughts, but it was difficult. They were clouded, but only partially by the electricity. Something else was interfering as well, something he had not felt in a long time. Rage. It was only a spark, but even a small spark in someone as cold as him was profound.

The Decepticon quickly began rebooting and reactivating systems as the electrical charge in them went out, starting with his mental and sensory capabilities. His optics came online as he saw Tracer running towards the other Autobot. His audio receptors followed as he heard her yelling at him. She turned back to him, saying she could explain to him what had happened. The spark of anger grew a little brighter as his vocal processor came back online. His voice was slightly garbled, but a harsher tone was still discernible, another sign of the spark burning inside of him.

“Betrayed. The Autobot must die."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:00 am

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Southern Mongolia - Rendezvous Point

Smokescreen continued his charge as several of his electrical energy shots struck a startled Oil Slick, forcing him down to his knees before the dealer finally collapsed faceplate first on to the ground. The rallybot was pleased that his surprise attack had worked as planned, a small grin forming on his own mechanical visage. That grin faded quickly when Tracer decided it would be a good idea to get back up and run towards him, screaming at the diversion expert that he had ruined everything. Smokey didn’t let her harsh words bother him as he had expected such a reaction. The red and blue racer also knew that a good portion of that response came from her condition more than the real mech that existed just underneath the surface.

Smokescreen slowed down, almost to a halt, as Tracer stopped directly in front of him. He immediately ceased firing and brought his rifle up, expecting her to come up to him and slap him across the faceplate. “Tracer, I..." Smokey started to say, but his words trailed off as he watched the troubled femme turn around and stagger back towards the downed Oil Slick. “Where are you going? Wait!" The diversion expert shouted after her, astonished at her absolute desperation that he had unfortunately made worse by his actions.

Smokescreen burst into a quick run until he had caught up to her. He grabbed Tracer by the arm to stop the anxious femme in her tracks. “Wait here, I know what I’m doing! WAIT HERE!" The rallybot demanded before he hurried past her, reaching the twitching form of the Decepticon chemist within astroseconds. Smokey cautiously knelt down next to the dealer and snatched the data slug from his clawed hand. “You won’t be needing this anymore, Slick," the diversion specialist muttered as the gangly mech’s systems continued to reboot internally. Moving quickly, Smokey then accessed Oil Slick’s hip compartment and reached inside to find another, slightly larger vial of what appeared to be more Syk. “You won’t be needing this, either."

The rallybot grasped both the second vial and the data slug in one hand and got back to his feet just as the chemist’s vocalizer finished rebooting, allowing the ‘Con to utter his threat. Smokescreen looked over at Tracer and waved for her to retreat. “Go, Tracer, go! I’ve got we you need! Just transform and head back to the shuttle. I’ll be right behind you!" Assuming she would do as he said, the diversion expert moved away from the recovering dealer before transforming into his 350Z rally car mode. He then emitted a large cloud of black smoke from his tailpipe to help conceal their escape from Oil Slick. The magnetic cloud would not stop the Decepticon chemist for long, but it would hopefully buy them some time to reach the shuttle and get back up into orbit.

Once the smoke was fully discharged, the red and blue rally car sped away from the scene and quickly caught up to Tracer. “Keep going, Trace! My smoke cloud won’t keep him occupied for very long!" Smokescreen shouted over the roar of his engine. “I’m sorry I lied to you, but I had to do something to help you break free of that Decepticon’s hold he had on you. Besides, you lied to me, too. I thought you were giving him credits in exchange for the Syk not vital information on a data stick!"

Smokey calmed himself as he didn’t want to admonish her too much, especially in her current state of mind. The rallybot reminded himself once again that it wasn’t really her fault as the ‘Con had taken advantage of her condition, feeding the femme’s addiction in order to get whatever he wanted out of her. “I’m sorry, Trace, it doesn’t matter now anyway. I’ve got enough Syk for you to last a good long while, and I have a plan to get you more without ever having to go back to Oil Slick again. Just please trust me! I know what I'm doing."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Sun Apr 22, 2012 1:47 pm

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Southern Mongolia – Rendezvous Point

Tracer had turned her back on Smokescreen and slowly began to head toward the now downed Oil Slick. The shouts coming from the diversion expert didn’t halt her advance; instead she tuned them out in favor of catching the Decepticon in a receptive mood…something she felt would be unlikely, but she had to try.

The scout had made it half way to Oil Slick when she felt her arm being grabbed. The unexpected maneuver caught her off guard making her finally stop. With a blank expression plastered on her face, Tracer looked over at Smokescreen. The demand for her to wait right where she was barely registered, but she complied none the less.

She watched carefully as Smokey rushed the chemist and quickly retrieved the data slug she used as payment in return for the narcotic. Tracer’s optics widened in surprise at the mech’s next desperate move. The red and blue rally-bot began to rummage through Oil Slick’s storage compartment where he seemed to store the Syk, and possibly any other chemicals he would need at any given time.

The action seemed alien to the femme as the only thing she could focus on was the large vial Smokey produced from her dealer’s own storage niche. Once Smokey was finished stripping the chemist of his wares, he looked up in her direction and began to wave her off. The movement registered only after she broke off her gaze from that vial. The femme licked her lips as she finally began to back away at first slowly, and once she was thinking clearly, she turned around and transformed into her GT – 500 Super Snake vehicle mode and quickly took off in the direction of their shuttle.

“This is not happening! This is not happening!"

Tracer began to calm down when she finally heard Smokescreen’s engine rev before he eventually caught up with her and they drove on to their landing site. As the rally-bot tried to explain his reasoning behind attacking Oil Slick, Tracer remained silent. At his accusation that she had lied to him in the first place, Tracer let out a low whimper, but still held her vocalizer. He was right. She had lied to him back on Cybertron and she had been lying to him even after they had reunited back on the Guardian.

“I’m sorry, Smokescreen. I never meant to bring you into this. Once we’re safely on board the Guardian I won’t blame you if you decide you want to dump your excess baggage."

The defeated femme grew quiet as the mech driving beside her explained that with the vial he recovered from the chemist would hold her over long enough and that he had some kind of plan to get her more Syk without ever relying on Oil Slick again. She had to admit that his statement sounded very convincing, but how could he possibly get more of the narcotic.

“Ho…how are you going to get more? There are no other dealers located in this sector…I know I’ve looked."

The duo had made excellent time and soon they were breaking through the tree line and into the canyon where they had hidden the shuttle from prying eyes. Tracer slowed until she finally broke through the thicket and came to a stop a few feet away from the ship’s ramp. The femme transformed back to her bipedal mode and let out a low sigh. She produced the vial she had received from the Decepticon before Smokescreen decided to take everything into his own hands. No, he did it to help me. He’s always helped me when I needed him. This time is no different.

Tracer stared at the small vial in her palm as she addressed Smokey; her optics never deviating from the elixir she had sought.

“Stay out here, Smokescreen. Please. I don’t want you to see me take this."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:13 pm

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Approaching Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site

Smokescreen continued driving alongside Tracer’s GT-500 Super Snake alt mode as they raced as fast as they could back to the shuttle craft that had brought them down on this crazy mission to begin with. They were almost home free...almost. Smokey wouldn’t feel better until they were both safely in the air and back on board the Ark-22. Until then, he kept his sensors peeled for any signs of the Decepticon chemist they had left behind.

“You’re not baggage and I have no intention of dumping you, Tracer," Smokescreen assured her. “I’ve done all this for you. I wouldn’t go this far for anyone else. Only you." The rallybot then considered her question regarding where he would be able to obtain more Syk without Oil Slick’s involvement. Smokey's avatar smiled behind the wheel of his 350z alt mode before glancing over towards her sleek form. “I’m going to make more. I’ll just need some help from a certain mad scientist that’s all."

The help Smokescreen was referring to was, of course, Wheeljack. However, the diversion expert had not yet asked the mechanical engineer if he would be willing to assist in making more Syk. Smokey was confident that the Autobot inventor would say yes, but ‘Jack had already done so much to help them that there was a slim chance he would say no. Unlikely, but still possible.

I’ll promise him anything if that’s what it takes, the rallybot thought as he and Tracer re-entered the valley and quickly approached the shuttle through the surrounding thicket. Smokescreen returned to robot mode and listened as the drug-addicted femme asked him to remain outside the craft so that he wouldn’t have to see her take the drug. The diversion specialist nodded in agreement, giving her a sympathetic smile. “I understand, Trace. Please hurry. We don’t have much time. I’ll be right here keeping watch for Oil Slick if you need me."

Smokescreen then turned around and looked away back down the path that led out of the valley. His sensors weren’t picking anything up yet, but that could change at any moment. Oil Slick had most likely already shaken off the effects of the elector-disruptor blasts and the smoke cloud would only slow his pursuit of them, not stop him entirely. If they didn’t depart soon, the Decepticon chemist might catch up to them, forcing a fight that Smokey wasn’t certain he could win.

In case he does get here before we go, I should destroy this, Smokescreen thought as he peered down at the data slug in his hand. Dropping the small device to the ground, he swiftly stepped on it, crushing it underneath his foot. Sorry, no intel for you, Slick. Smokey then stowed away the other vial of what he assumed was Syk into a secret compartment in his right leg before reloading his rifle in preparation for any possible attack.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:21 pm

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Southern Mongolia - Rendezvous Point

Oil Slick heard and saw the Autobot move in on him. He could only slowly regain his faculties as the Autobot robbed him of his payment and an additional vial. The spark of anger found itself well and truly fanned with those actions. What was once a spark became burning embers as now he was both betrayed and humiliated. Systems continued to come back online. His long hands grasped at the ground, his arms pushed him up off the ground. The Decepticon regained motion in his legs and pulled himself up off the ground, staggering to his feet with a grim look on his face.

The Autobots were gone, but it wasn’t difficult to trace their path. They had gone for speed over subtlety, as the tire marks indicated. A cloud of smoke also marked the path they had taken, but he could tell it was no ordinary cloud. Oil Slick jogged towards the cloud, his helmet up. Raising his right hand he fired a fine spray of acid ahead of him. The spray hit the cloud with a crackle as the two elements collided, the acid eating up the cloud particles. As he moved through it some of the smokescreen still clung to him, but lowering his helmet removed it from clouding his vision. He took another few steps before transforming to his motorcycle mode and with a roar of his engine he shot off in pursuit of the Autobots.

While none of the three of them were particularly designed for travel on terrain as opposed to roads Oil Slick did have the advantage of a smaller profile, allowing him to dodge some obstacles that would slow the two cars. This combined with his raw speed allowed him to catch up with Smokescreen quickly. He was slightly startled to see the Autobot waiting by a shuttle. Apparently Autobots were more lax about shuttle security then orbital bounces. Tracer was nowhere to be seen, likely inside the ship prepping for take off. That mean he would have to move fast.

Oil Slick increased his speed, charging at the Autobot. Before getting too close he veered sharply to the right, flipping his alternate form into the air. The chemist transformed in mid-air, wielding his flail like weapon. He lashed out with it, aiming one of the spiked ends at Smokescreen, using the momentum of his speed to add power to the attack. He hoped the blow would put a swift end to the Autobot, but a part of him hoped he wouldn’t. He secretly looked forward to a long, painful fight that would end with his flame of anger being extinguished by the fuel of his enemy.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Mon Apr 23, 2012 5:49 pm

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Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site

Smokescreen waited as patiently as he could near the shuttle as Tracer did whatever it was she needed to do inside. Clearly the femme was going to administer the Syk into her systems, but how long it would take to make her feel well again was an unknown variable that made the diversion expert more than a bit nervous. There was a very angry ‘Con out there wanting revenge for what Smokey had done to him. However, it wasn’t just the rallybot who would bare the ire of the enraged chemist. Tracer would also be a target of his merciless wrath. The red and blue mech could accept his own possible destruction if that’s what it ultimately came down to here, but he would not accept Tracer being hurt any more than she already had been by the ‘Con. He had to do everything in his power to keep her safe no matter the cost to his own spark.

The wait seemed longer than it actually had been, but soon the roar of a motorcycle's engine grew louder in the distance. He’s coming, Smokescreen thought as his sensors picked up a Cybertronian signature that was quickly approaching from the south. He brought his electro-disruptor rifle up and aimed it squarely down the path that led out of the valley. Within astroseconds, the monstrous cycle burst through the surrounding thicket and charged directly at him. Smokey opened fire, but his shots missed their intended target as Oil Slick went right suddenly and flipped his motorcycle alt mode up into the air where he then transformed to robot mode and lashed out with his chain flail.

“Oh, slag," Smokescreen was barely able to utter as he dove for cover just as the spike-covered sphere came within inches of hitting him in the cranial unit. Instead, the weapon smashed through his left door-wing, effectively severing it from his back. The diversion expert hit the ground hard, landing on his chestplate as sparks flew out behind him from the damaged area, his pain receptors registering the loss of a body part. “Aaaahhhh! Fraggit!!" It hurt like a broken motherboard, but at least it was an extremity that was useless when it came to fighting. Still, this is not a good start, not at all!

Smokescreen quickly scrambled to his feet and spun around to face his opponent, firing off several shots at Oil Slick from his rifle while at the same time seeking cover behind a nearby boulder. He then quickly opened a secured comm line to Tracer inside the shuttle:

>>"Tracer, we’ve got company out here! Oil Slick has caught up to us and he’s none too happy. Seal and lock the shuttle’s hatch and remain inside while I deal with this slagger. If anything happens to me, I want you to take off immediately and head back to the Ark-22. Contact Wheeljack through an encrypted comm line for any assistance that you might require. Don't worry, you can trust him. He already helped us get down here. Is that understood?"<<

With his message sent, Smokescreen quickly reloaded his rifle. Unfortunately, the weapons Oil Slick possessed were far more dangerous than anything the rallybot had to offer. Thus, Smokey needed to keep his distance and hope to get in a few more lucky shots like before. He considered using his rockets, but they were mainly for surface to air combat and would succeed in not only scrambling Oil Slick's systems but the shuttle’s, as well, which would then trap them on Earth. Not to mention, Tracer would likely also feel the effects and who knows what exactly that would do to her own already fragile and unstable system. No, the diversion specialist only had his rifle, his wits and possibly one more smoke cloud to aid him here, but would those few things be enough?

It’s going to have to be, Smokescreen thought as he then partially stepped out from behind the boulder and opened fire again on the advancing Oil Slick.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:31 pm

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Mongolian Valley – Shuttle Landing Site

Tracer kept her optics on the small vial in her hand as she made her way up the ramp and into the shuttle. She hadn’t heard anything from Smokescreen making her believe that the mech would be fine standing guard. Even if Oil Slick showed up Tracer had every confidence in the red and blue Autobot’s capabilities to hold the Decepticon chemist at bay.

She entered into the crew compartment and stopped. Her eyes finally moved from the vial to the back wall. The scout stayed her position with her optics locked on one of the cabinets that housed some emergency medical equipment. The waiting finally got to her and she broke out in a run to the back wall. She slammed hard into it before falling to her knees and tearing open the sealed door.

Tracer let out a low growl as she tore through the locker in search of the one device that she needed. The loud clangs and crashes told of the desperation the femme felt. Unable to locate the item she required angered her to the point of letting out a quelled scream.

A few minutes passed before she placed both hands on the floor. She offlined her optics as she tried to control the heavy intakes of oxygen. It seemed to take forever but Tracer was finally able to calm down enough to continue her search.

Crawling on her hands and knees to the cabinet on the right Tracer stopped and opened the door. Taking in a deep breath Tracer went to work rummaging through the medical supplies. A broad smile formed on her delicate visage as she pulled out the medical grade syringe she had been searching for. She had one of her own, but unfortunately she left it behind in her quarters back on the Guardian.

With the device in her hands Tracer rose up on her knees and quickly loaded the syringe with the vial of Syk. She was ready for this mixture, as with all of the other concoctions caused a lot of pain upon its initial push, but after a breem or so the pain dissipates leaving behind no racing and random thoughts, no depression and no anxiety. The pain was well worth the results.

The blue and white femme carefully inserted the narcotic, vial and all. She took in a deep breath and raised the device to the main energon line running down the side of her neck. Tracer offlined her optics as she finally pushed the fluid.

There was a familiar intense heat as the chemical mixed with her energon, but as soon as the warm sensation subsided the pain set it. The intensity caused her to drop the syringe and fall back down on her hands and knees.

Tracer let out a pain filled wail as she tried to keep from falling unconscious. The pain had never been this severe, but then again, Oil Slick had been working and reformulating the chemical’s content for vorns. Each vial was a new version and each version caused different reactions.

“Aaaagh! Agh!"

There was no denying this new concoction was much more powerful than any of her previous hits. But she had no time to contemplate the situation as she fell flat onto the floor unconscious. The pain had been too intense to deal with.

Her comm. line activated minutes later but the message never made it through to the downed femme. Smokescreen would have to wait and hold off Oil Slick on his own.

From under the small table Razr finally emerged. The little turbofox had taken refuge there when Tracer and Smokescreen left the shuttle, and he remained there once Tracer returned. The creature was familiar with his master’s actions and kept away until she became amicable again.

Seeing her fall flat onto the floor was something Razr was not used too and so the little turbofox grew worried enough to step to Tracer and nudge her gently with his nose, but he received no response. He tried several times but had no success. Finally Razr laid down close to Tracer’s side and waited.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:19 pm

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Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site


A slight look of satisfaction passed over Oil Slick’s face as his attack wounded the Autobot. He couldn’t linger on this minor victory however as he was still hurtling through the air. He managed to contort his body so he hit the ground in a crouch on one knee. Rock and gravel crunched under his foot as a small cloud of dirt and plant matter was torn and kicked up by his landing. The Decepticon looked around, taking in the sight of Smokescreen diving behind cover near the shuttle.

If the Autobot was smart he would continue to use his rather annoying rifle to keep him at range. From what he had seen of the Autobot and his attacks led him to believe this was not a front line warrior type and would not be able to hold up well in a close up fight with him. He needed someway to turn the running gun battle into a melee where he could put his chemicals and chain to the task of tearing the Autobot apart.

As if on cue Smokescreen opened fire once again with his rifle. Oil Slick burst into a run, grunting as one of the webs winged him on the leg. The chemist stumbled a bit, but quickly regained his foot and transformed. In his motorcycle mode he would present a smaller target to hit. Charging directly at the Autobot would be suicide and even an indirect route towards him would be difficult with the wide dispersal fire of the electrical nets. He needed to draw the Autobot in towards him.

With a shriek of tires spinning on the ground, kicking up dirt, and the roar of an engine, Oil Slick made and abrupt turn way from Smokescreen and towards the shuttle. He darted towards the side opposite of the Autobot, transforming into a run once he was behind the relative safety of the vessel. The Autobot apparently needed the vessel to return to his mothership. It was also likely that Tracer was onboard it now preparing for lift off. The fact that she had brought this lone Autobot with her indicated to him some high level of trust between them, friendship at the very least. It was a foreign concept to the cold Decepticon, but one he had a passing familiarity with.

That friendship, along with requiring a means to leave this planet, would drive Smokescreen to protect the vessel at all costs. To him there would simply be no choice. Oil Slick lifted his right arm and activated the sprayers mounted on his wrist. A fine stream of concentrated acid shot out, splashing against the shuttle’s hull. Instantly there was a loud crackling as it began eating away at the vessel, sending a toxic trail of fumes into the air. The Decepticon knew the Autobot would not miss this attack and would be forced to counter it. He need only be prepared to pounce once his prey had shown itself. Then he could test his acids on a live specimen. It had been far too long since he had that opportunity and he found himself particularly looking forward to testing them on this subject.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:05 pm

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Smokescreen showed little reaction as one of his energy webs grazed Oil Slick on the leg, which only caused the ‘Con to stumble a bit before he returned to his motorcycle alt mode. For an astrosecond, the rallybot thought that his adversary was going to charge directly at him again, but it soon became apparent that this would not be the case. The Decepticon chopper suddenly veered off towards the shuttle where the Syk dealer transformed once more and sought cover on the opposing side of the Autobot craft. All the while, Smokey continued firing but had little success in striking his enemy before the 'Con disappeared from his sights.

“Slaggit!" Smokescreen cursed under his breath as he quickly checked his rifle’s energy levels while keeping a close optic on the shuttle where Oil Slick was now hiding behind. The chemist was way too close to Tracer for the diversion expert’s liking, but at least she was safely locked inside doing whatever she needed in order to get better. Hopefully, she had already injected herself with the Syk and was well on her way to recovering from this desperate bout with her addiction. Unfortunately, time was not on their side and that became even more apparent at the sight of toxic fumes bellowing into the air from the place where Oil Slick had sought cover. It appeared as though the ‘Con was using his chemicals on something, but what?

Oh, no! Smokescreen thought as the obvious answer entered his processor. The maniacal chemist was spraying the shuttle with some kind of acid, which would soon eat right through the hull and expose a likely still recovering Tracer to his vengeful wrath. If Smokey didn’t do something soon to stop Oil Slick, he would surely be faced with a hostage situation that could only end badly for both of them.

Opening another comm line to Tracer, Smokescreen attempted to warn her of the impending danger: >>"Tracer! It’s Smokescreen outside! I think Oil Slick is using his chemical sprayers to eat through the hull of the shuttle. You need to be on guard in case he’s able to get inside! Do you read me, Trace? Are you there?! Tracer!!"<<

As was the case with his prior transmission to the troubled femme, Smokescreen heard no immediate response. He could only assume that she was okay and probably just reacting to the Syk in some way that prevented her from replying to him. At least, that’s what he hoped. But until he got inside the shuttle to see for himself, there was no telling what condition she was currently in. Regardless, he needed to act now before the dealer got to her first.

Exposing myself is not a good idea, but I have no other options, Smokescreen considered as he readied his electro-disruptor rifle. There was little to no cover to be had around the shuttle except for trees and other vegetation, but that would provide little protection from his adversary's arsenal of weaponry. Once he was out there, he’d be at the mercy of fate, and hopefully it would fall in his favor. The rallybot leaned his back against the boulder and took a deep breath before turning and peeking around the large rock once again. He could clearly see the toxic cloud getting bigger by the astrosecond. There was no time left to lose. It was now or never.

Primus be with me, Smokescreen thought as he off-lined his optics for a brief moment in a silent prayer before they glowed back to life again. Smokey then darted out from behind his cover, transforming into his 350Z alt mode and zooming towards the shuttle until he had reached the opposite side where Oil Slick quickly came into view. “Hey, Slick, try melting some of this!" The diversion expert yelled as he skidded his vehicle form around and unleashed another cloud of smoke at the chemical expert. It was a smaller plume than the last time, but he hoped it would be enough to at least stop the gangly mech’s assault on the shuttle and divert his attention away from Tracer.

Once the last of the black cloud was dispensed, the diversionary tactician reverted to robot mode and slowly backed away from the side of the shuttle with his rifle raised and ready for Oil Slick to possibly come charging through the magnetic smoke at any moment. “Come on, Slick! What are you waiting for? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?" The taunts were intended to anger the chemist even further so that he would be too blinded by rage to think clearly. Combine that with not being able to see clearly through the cloud, and Smokescreen thought he might actually have a chance to make a kill shot against the bane of Tracer's existence.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:05 pm

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Oil Slick turned as he heard the roar of an engine coming towards him. A smile almost graced his face as he realized his plan had worked. He still expected the Autobot to avoid direct combat as best he could. All he needed was to buy time, to get him away from the shuttle so they could both escape. He would have to make sure to keep the battle close to the Autobot, ideally by crippling him quickly. Then he would be able to finish him off at his leisure, perhaps even using him as a bargaining tool against Tracer. At the very least he would get some small enjoyment from pounding his foe.

Smokescreen drove from around the shuttle and let out some annoying quip. Oil Slick was too focused on him to really notice it. The Autobot then belched out another one of the noxious clouds of magnet smoke, placing a barrier directly between them. A slight sneer passed over his face as the Autobot began egging him on. While Oil Slick was not primarily a warrior he was not a newcomer to battles. In addition, unlike so many other Decepticons, his anger did not control his actions. While the ember of rage inside of him grew brighter, it was still under control. He would not let it ignite until he was sure the Autobot could not escape. Then the Autobot would pay for his interference in a most painful manner.

The Decepticon raised his right arm and activated the chemical sprayer attached to it. A stream of corrosive acid shot out of the spray, sailing through the cloud of smoke to hit whatever was on the other side. Oil Slick jogged towards the cloud, moving his arm from side to side to douse everything on the other side of the cloud with the acid. Right before he ran into the cloud he jumped into the air, using his flight ability to sail over it. Landing on the other side of the cloud he produced his flail once again. Quickly whirling one end of it he lashed out with it, sending the spiked end flying towards the Autobot.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:00 am

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Smokescreen waited with baited breath for the Decepticon chemist to make his move as the cloud of magnetic smoke began to slowly dissipate in front of him. The sound of running on the other side caused Smokey to take a fighting stance with his electro-disruptor rifle drawn up and aimed at whatever would come charging through the black cloud. However, it was not Oil Slick, himself, that appeared through the dark fog, but a steady stream of destructive acid from the Syk dealer’s chemical emitter.

“Ah, fraggit!" Smokescreen cursed as he instinctively spun around and ducked down to avoid the corrosive compound as it was sprayed from side to side in a wide berth. Unfortunately, unlike a laser blast which would have sailed directly over him without incident, the liquid spray did not act in the same manner and began to lose altitude the further away from the source that it got. While the rallybot was able to evade a direct hit, his back was still covered by a residual mist that dropped down from the main stream as it passed over him. It was more than enough to begin eating away at his armor plating, sending an intense pain radiating across his entire back.

“Aaahhhhh!!!!!" The diversion expert screamed as he pounded the ground beneath him with his free hand while trying desperately to remain out of the still unseen Oil Slick’s direct line of fire. Once the chemical attack subsided, Smokescreen saw his chance to make a break for it and forced himself back to his feet, the pain only increasing as the acid ate further and further into his armor plating. The same kind of toxic fumes that had previously emanated from the shuttle was now rising from the rallybot’s own back. He needed to get away the chemist and back under cover as quickly as possible, but that was easier said than done under these circumstances.

As the diversion specialist staggered back and away from the magnetic cloud, Oil Slick came flying over it and landed in plain view of the retreating Autobot. The Syk dealer immediately flung his chain flail at Smokescreen, the spike-covered sphere slamming directly into the rallybot’s chest plate. The pain in his back had now become a secondary concern as an even greater agony enveloped Smokey’s front side, his vehicle mode’s headlights shattering into a hundred glass shards as the red and blue mech was propelled backwards by the force of the powerful strike.

Landing on his back at the edge of the clearing, Smokescreen cried out again in anguish as the pain receptors in his back rejoined the front ones in a symphony of torture and suffering. Laying there on the rocky ground, he peered up into the sky above and let out a deep sigh as his HUD showed the damage he had sustained thus far. “Ahhh, dammit..." was all that the fallen rallybot could utter as he tried to regain his focus on the deteriorating situation he now found himself in. A deep crater now adorned Smokey’s chest plate as he attempted to bring his rifle up but quickly realized that he no longer had possession of it, having lost his grip on it moments before.

Where....where is it? Smokescreen thought feverishly as he looked up to see Oil Slick slowly advancing on his position. Soon the Decepticon chemist would be on top of him to exact his dreadful revenge on the helpless rallybot. I’m not out yet. If I can only find my rifle....wait, there it is! Smokey glanced to his one side and found his weapon lying on the ground nearby. Now, all he had to do was reach it before the enraged Syk dealer reached him.

Trying to ignore the intense pain he was still in, Smokescreen stretched out with his right arm and managed to grab ahold of his electro-disruptor rifle. Bringing it up, he aimed the weapon at Oil Slick and fired off an unsteady shot, his arm shaking slightly. The rallybot didn’t expect it to do any good, but at least the dome-headed chemist was no longer bothering the shuttle or the femmebot inside.

>>"Tracer....this is Smoke...screen. I’m in trouble out here. Take off.....now!"<<
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:56 pm

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Oil Slick pulled his flail back after it impacted with Smokescreen. He felt a small sense of satisfaction about the hit. It was far from what some of the more warrior-like and brutal Decepticons might feel at the success of an attack, but for the chemist to feel much of anything was surprising. While some small part of him felt good about his attack, his more analytical side brushed it aside, urging for expediency. Time was still of the essence, both to cover for his absence and to prevent Tracer escaping without paying him.

The Decepticon leapt to the side as Smokscreen fired a clumsy shot off at him. Oil Slick raised his arm and fired off another stream of acid at the Autobot, hitting his right shoulder. As he grasped at the wound in pain the Decepticon stood up, twirling his weapon at his side. He spun around to gain more momentum before releasing the chain from his right hand, the other end still grasped in his left. The weapon swung up with tremendous force, smashing into Smokescreen’s acid weakened shoulder. There was a sound of crashing and tearing metal as the weapon punched through the metal connects of his arm. The limb was sent flying back as Oil Slick pulled his weapon back to him.

Oil Slick felt another flush of excitement at the attack, but quickly pushed it aside. He stalked up to the helpless Autobot and bashed his knee into his face to remove any remaining fight he might have in him. He then wrapped his left arm around him in a chokehold, pressing the acid sprayers attached to his right arm up against his head. He drug the smaller Autobot to the door of the shuttle.

"Tracer!" His tone was icy cold as he shouted out to her. “Exit the shuttle immediately, unarmed! You have broken the conditions of our arrangement. There will be a penalty for that, starting with the application of concentrated acids directly to the cranium of your associate should you delay exiting the vehicle!"


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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Tue May 01, 2012 11:08 pm

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It felt as though she was unconscious for vorns so when she finally onlined her optics she was groggy and her surroundings seemed to be moving in unnatural ways. Tracer lifted her upper body up off the floor of the shuttle and placed her hand on her cranium. There was immense pain, a throb that seemed to grow with every movement. The scout let out a low moan and finally lifted the rest of her body up off the floor.

The mixture of Syk the chemist had provided was much more potent than any other version she was given. She had no idea how long she was out cold and sprawled on the floor. She carefully shuffled to one of the back chairs and flopped down. Another wave of cranial pain washed through her and she grabbed her head trying to make the ache go away.

Suddenly she remembered that she hadn’t made the trip to this location alone and she looked around the shuttle for some sign of who had accompanied her. Her optics narrowed as she tried desperately to recall. Razr had finally moved from under the table and stopped next to her chair. The turbofox placed a paw on her leg and cocked his head to the side as he regarded her.

Tracer looked down at her pet and flashed him a small smile. She stared at him for a moment before she perked up and looked to the door.

“Smokescreen."

The instant the mechs name slipped quietly from her lips she received a private communique. When she heard the diversion expert’s pain filled voice, Tracer shot up from the chair, anguish playing on her features. The message was ominous…too ominous. She quickly opened up a link with Smokescreen.

>>"I’m not leaving you! Not now!"<<

The femme grew quiet, but she kept the link open. Tracer looked around the shuttle, she knew she brought her weapon but she was having trouble finding….ah, there it is.

She scooped it up and started toward the sealed ramp. She raised her hand and began to lower her palm to the button but she suddenly stopped when she heard her name being called by Oil Slick. She pulled her hand away from its intended target and listened to the chemist.

The threat to use his acid sprayers of Smokescreen’s cranium caused Tracer’s hand to lose its grip on her weapon letting it fall to the floor. The thought of losing him to that maniac was almost too much to handle. She stood frozen in place, her body trembling as she pictured the damage Oil Slick would do.

>>"I’m coming out, Smokescreen. Just hold on a little longer."<<

Tracer took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. She raised her hand to the button and gently pushed. The hiss of the ramp filled the valley and once it was fully extended Tracer tossed out her weapon and slowly descended the shuttle with her hands raised up in the air. She looked down at her former dealer and his hostage. The scout took in a sharp intake of air at the sight of Smokescreen.

“Oh Primus. What have I done?" Her voice was too low for either mech to hear.

Tracer let the shocked expression fade as she addressed Oil Slick.

“Alright, Oil Slick. You have me, now let him go. I’m the one who broke the conditions of our arrangement. Take your anger out on me. Just, please, don’t hurt him anymore."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed May 02, 2012 6:36 pm

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A defeated look overcame Smokescreen’s faceplate as his haphazard shot was easily avoided by Oil Slick. That look was quickly replaced with one of intense pain when the Syk dealer unleashed another chemical attack, this one squarely aimed at his right shoulder joint. Smokey reached for the burning wound but could not touch it as the acid ate straight through his armor plating, weakening the joint to the point where his gun arm went limp and fell helplessly to his side. That attack was then quickly followed up with another, this time from the flail weapon again. The spiked ball smashed through the already damaged shoulder, severing the diversion expert’s entire right arm from the rest of his battered body.

Dear Primus, Smokescreen thought as his pain receptors felt as though they were on fire with energon seeping from the metallic stump. "Aaarrrgghh!!!" The rallybot screamed before Oil Slick’s knee struck his faceplate hard, almost knocking him unconscious in the process. However, Smokey was not so lucky as he remained fully aware of what was going on around him. The Decepticon chemist then placed the diversion expert into a tight choke hold and dragged him over to the sealed door of the shuttle, all the while pressing the tip of his acid weapon against the blue of Smokey’s cranial unit. Oil Slick demanded that Tracer come out immediately or her Autobot companion would find his head melted into a pool of slag.

Smokescreen remained weak and limp in his captor’s grasp as energon continued to pour from the gapping wound where his right arm once occupied. Circuits sparked and misfired as the rallybot’s life blood slowly drained from his body. Smokey barely heard Tracer’s initial comm that she would not leave him, but he managed to register her words internally nevertheless. She was stubborn, that was for sure. Of course, if the situation was reversed, the diversion expert would not have left her, either. Still, he wanted her to be safe regardless of what happened to him here and now.

Tracer’s next comm, however, filled Smokescreen with even more dread. She was coming outside where she would no longer be safe, where her former dealer could do whatever he wanted to with her. What was she thinking?

>>"No..."<<

It was too late. The shuttle’s hatch had opened and the ramp extended. Tracer descended with her arms raised and pleaded with Oil Slick to let Smokey go without further harm to him. The rallybot raised his head slightly so that his optics could meet with her own. He doubted that the chemical specialist would respond favorably to her request and thus, if this was to be the end for him, Smokescreen wanted the last visage he ever saw to be her’s.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Thu May 03, 2012 6:35 pm

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Oil Slick could feel Smokescreen shifting in his grasp. He tightened his chokehold on him to make sure he didn’t get any ideas of escape. He could easily end his life and he wanted him to remember that.

The Decepticon turned his optics towards the shuttle as the ramp finally lowered. He watched as Tracer’s weapon came sailing out, followed by the Autobot herself, hands raised over her head. A slight sneer passed over Oil Slick’s face before vanishing. In a situation as tense as this one he wasn’t about to let emotions ruin everything for him. Things had gone horribly wrong, but he could still salvage something out of this. He had to. The only way to do that was to remain rational.

“As you can see Tracer I have your associate at my mercy. Any attempt to flee and he will be terminated in a most painful manner. If I see or hear any other Autobots, he will be terminated. If he tries to escape or communicate with you, he will be terminated. The only chance either of you have of escaping this encounter alive is to do everything I say."

Oil Slick pressed the sprayers against Smokescreen’s head a bit tighter. A drop of acid fell out, landing on the Autobot’s cranium with a sizzle. “Tracer, you will give me that data slug containing the information promised to me. Do it slowly and easily or your friend dies." The chemist was making things up as he went. Obtaining his payment seemed like the first and simplest thing he could do. After that he would have to decide whether to just terminate the two Autobots and flee or try to extract more from them.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Tue May 08, 2012 9:28 pm

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The sight of Oil Slick holding Smokescreen hostage brought an angry sneer to her face, but it quickly subsided. She did not want her former dealer to think he was getting the better of her, but it was becoming harder to maintain her composure.

The scout moved a little closer to both mechs but stopped just short of coming in to contact with either of them. Tracer kept her arms raised in the air as she responded to Oil Slick’s demands.

“I can see that. And believe me I’m not going anywhere and there are no other Autobots with me."

Tracer nodded in understanding at the gangly mech’s last bit of instruction.

“I’ll do anything. Name it. Just, please, don’t hurt him anymore."

As soon as Oil Slick pressed the sprayers against Smokescreen’s head further, Tracer gasped and quickly backed off slightly. She could smell and hear the sizzle that had come from the tips of the sprayers. The scout’s attention moved, quickly, from Smokescreen and his position to that of Oil Slick.

The ‘Con’s demand for the data slug was an utter surprise to her. Doesn't he have it? I know I gave it to him. Maybe…no, he couldn’t have.

“I…I don’t have it. I think it may have been lost coming back here."

She took a cursory look around just to make sure she hadn’t inadvertently dropped it when she left the shuttle…nothing. Damn. Now what? She paused a moment before she quickly snapped her head up to look directly at Oil Slick.

“But I remember what was on it. Let him go and take me instead. I can give you everything that I downloaded, but you’ll only get it unless you set him free."

Her face was set in a stern expression.

“Do we have a deal?"
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Thu May 10, 2012 5:56 pm

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Smokescreen looked on helplessly as Oil Slick tightened his choke hold around the diversion expert before laying out a series of ultimatums to Tracer. If she failed to comply with any of them, the rallybot would die. He emphasized this by pressing the chemical emitter against the Autobot’s cranial unit harder, allowing a small drop of acid to fall onto his captive’s head. Smokey winched slightly just as one last demand was made. The chemist wanted the data slug back with the same deadly consequence to the former gambler’s spark if the femme did not do as she was told. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to both of them, the red and blue racer had already destroyed the tiny device just before he stowed away the second vile of Syk into his right leg compartment. It was a decision that could mean the end for both of them now.

Tracer’s response was one of surprise and uncertainty, but she quickly recovered and said that she remembered what was on the data slug anyway. Therefore, she made her former dealer a new offer to let Smokescreen go in exchange for the information she claimed she had memorized. The diversion expert highly doubted that she had ever looked at the data let alone memorized it to any great extent. And even if she had, those memories would not be reliable due to the severe effects of the withdrawal symptoms she had previously been suffering from. No, she was clearly lying and if Smokey could see that fact then so could Oil Slick.

Keeping his optics fixated on Tracer, a weakened Smokescreen could do little but crack a slight smile as a way to reassure her that everything would be all right. That, of course, was another lie, albeit a silent one. The Decepticon had the upper hand here, and there was no easy way out for either of the two Autobots. The diversion expert knew this all too well as he had faced similar instances like this in the past, only with another mech as the captive. The minibot, Bumblebee, immediately came to mind as the most recent hostage situation and Smokey could only wonder whether or not facing Darkride’s interrogation techniques was in their future.

Regardless, Smokescreen would do whatever he could to protect Tracer from harm, and that meant keeping her out of Oil Slick's clutches in any way possible. "Leave....her alone. I can tell you more....than...she can. I've been stationed....here....longer. Please....take me....and let her....go."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Thu May 10, 2012 7:12 pm

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From Oil Slick’s optics Tracer moved her gaze slowly down to Smokescreen still caught in the Decepticon chemist’s chokehold. She stared unmoving into the diversion expert’s blue optics as she waited for a response from Oil Slick. That’s when she noticed it. A small smile, it almost too small to be noticed by any who didn’t know Smokescreen well enough. Although that smile was small it spoke a thousand words. His plan became painfully obvious to the femme and she knew she just had to do something before he wound up getting himself killed.

Her mouth was opened slightly and Tracer carefully looked up to the ‘Con. She took in a deep intake of cool air as she slowly lowered her arms. She tried to speak but was cut off by Smokescreen’s attempt to save her…again. Tracer shook her head at the blue and red mech’s attempt and took one hesitant step forward.

“Th…There’s one piece of information on that data slug I can give you right now."

Tracer looked down at Smokescreen deep concern flooded her entire being. This was something she had to do and this time it wasn’t for her. She had someone she cared about that needed her. It was now that she realized just what Smokescreen wanted for her. But that was never going to happen if she lost him.

“While I was aboard the Guardian, the Protectobots deployed to the former site of the Decepticon base in order to recover any wounded. After their return, along with the other Autobots rescued, the word had gotten out."

She paused but long enough only to mouth how sorry she was to Smokescreen before looking back up to Oil Slick.

“Optimus Prime is dead."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Thu May 10, 2012 8:46 pm

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Oil Slick was ready to simply terminate Smokescreen as Tracer informed him that the data slug was now lost. It would be an unfortunate loss having to terminate the both of them, or at least taking them prisoner. It would mean the loss of any further intelligence on the Autobots which would have been a powerful bargaining chip in the Decepticon leadership struggle. If he could take one of them back alive though there would still be some worth in it as at least a test subject.

His thoughts were interrupted as Tracer told him how she had memorized the details of the data slug. The Decepticon doubted the validity of that statement. He had never known Tracer to have a perfect memory and he wasn’t willing to risk everything on that. Not to mention the whole thing had that tinge of self sacrifice to it that seemed all too common among Autobots. When Smokescreen spoke up saying nearly the same thing he felt the spark of anger flare up inside of him again. Perhaps he should simply terminate them both and be done with it.

The Decepticon’s attention was drawn back to Tracer as she claimed to have information she could give him immediately. He listened impatiently as she gave him more details then he needed. Perhaps she was stalling for time? Finally she got around to the point and informed him of Prime’s death.

The chemist considered the bit of news. There had certainly been a suspicion among the Decepticons that Prime may have perished with Megatron, but it was only a suspicion. If true this bit of information would be the first confirmation of that suspicion. It was one that could be validated through various tortures and procedures conducted on Tracer. The fact that he would take some small pleasure in the process of confirming that information was a bonus.

“Very well." Oil Slick shoved Smokescreen to the ground, planting a foot on his back to keep him pinned down. He pointed his acid sprayers at Tracer. “You will come with me. Your associate will stay here. Any deviation from this will result in the swift termination of both of you, understood?"
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Mon May 14, 2012 6:05 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site

Smokescreen lowered his head towards the ground as Tracer told her former dealer that Optimus Prime was dead. She confirmed what was, up until now, only speculation. Now the enemy knew that the Autobots were without Prime, even if the manner of his disappearance was in question. Many believed Optimus to be dead while others, like the diversion expert, felt that he was still alive and out there somewhere waiting to be reactivated. At this point it mattered not which was the truth as Oil Slick would simply relay to the rest of the ‘Cons that the Autobots had no real leader and thus were vulnerable in that regard.

“No...Tracer...." were the only words Smokescreen could utter as his optics remained staring down at the rocky terrain beneath him. He let out a defeated sigh as Oil Slick considered this new bit of information. Finally, after what seemed like vorns, the chemical expert shoved the rallybot faceplate first into the dirt and planted a foot squarely onto his back, pinning him to the ground. The gangly ‘Con then pointed his acid emitters at Tracer and ordered her to come with him while her red and blue companion remained behind. If either one of them deviated from these instructions they would be immediately terminated.

“No...." Smokescreen uttered again in a still weakened tone as he knew that if Tracer went with Oil Slick she would likely be tortured endlessly by Darkride. If what happened to Bumblebee was any indication, it would leave the troubled femme even more emotionally scarred than she already was, if she survived at all. I have to do something, anything! Get up Smokescreen! Get the frag up and save her!

Feeling the Decepticon’s foot pressing into his damaged back, the rallybot knew his options were limited. He had little strength left and no weapon to use against his much stronger foe. At best he could only buy Tracer enough time to escape, but it wouldn’t be much, just enough to get back inside the shuttle and take off. As far as the diversion expert, himself, was concerned he was resided to his fate. He would sacrifice his own spark to save hers and he was okay with it. He’d been fighting this war for so long it would be a welcome relief for it to finally end for him, even though the fight would rage on for everyone else.

It’s now or never. I have to move fast, Smokescreen thought as he re-routed his systems to access what auxiliary power he still had left. He felt a renewed strength flow into him. It wasn’t much but it would be enough for him to pull off this one final attempt to save Tracer. Seeing an opportunity to take advantage of his missing limb, the rallybot quickly twisted his body counter clockwise, scraping his right side and bleeding stump against the rocky ground. The pain he felt was excruciating, but the lack of an appendage made it easier to squirm his way out from under his captor. At the same time as his body continued to turn over, Smokey swung his left arm around and up, finding Oil Slick's leg that had been on his back and grabbing a hold of it. Using what leverage he had, the diversion expert managed to pull himself onto his back and yank the chemical specialist’s foot sideways in an attempt to knock his opponent off balance.

“Now.....Tracer! Run.....run for the shuttle! RUN!!!" The rallybot shouted as he continued to pull on the Syk dealer’s leg with his left hand. He hoped she would listen to him and escape while she could. Smokescreen’s time was short now as Oil Slick would surely unleash his fury upon the desperate Autobot for his insolence.

With his back to the ground, the red and blue racer looked up at Oil Slick and smiled. “You’ll....never get...what you want....Slick. Never!" And with that said, Smokescreen waited for the inevitable to happen.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Tue May 15, 2012 9:21 pm

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Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site

Oil Slick did his best to ignore the Autobot beneath his foot. His pathetic struggles and cries were near an end now, one way or the other. The Decepticon looked forward to that as his interference had nearly ruined this entire operation. It still was not going to be as valuable as he had hoped, but at this point salvaging anything from it would have to be considered a success.

Apparently the Autobot wasn’t about to let things end easily however. With a shout he wriggled and twisted under his foot, doing just enough to send the chemist stumbling. The small spark of rage that had been kept under control inside of him roared to life briefly as he glared down at Smokescreen. While this pathetic attack was minor and a futile gesture, the indignity of it was enough to send Oil Slick, ever so briefly, over the edge.

Oil Slick raised his arm, leveling it directly at the prone form of Smokescreen. A cold, uncaring voice spoke one word to the Autobot. “Die." The next sound was the hiss of his acid sprayers as a fount of the toxic chemicals spewed out of them, splashing with a hiss on the Autobot’s torso. The chemicals began rapidly eating through armor, creating a noxious cloud over the Autobot. The slightest of satisfied smiles crossed Oil Slick’s face as the troublesome Autobot was finally stopped from interfering.

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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed May 16, 2012 2:15 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Mongolian Valley – Shuttle Landing Site

“Die” was the last thing Smokescreen heard, besides his own screams of pain and suffering, as Oil Slick unleashed a gush of acidic chemicals directly onto the diversion expert’s torso region. It was not an unexpected reaction from the Syk dealer, but the realization that his end was near filled Smokey with a sudden sense of fear. Would he end up one with the Allspark or would he find himself in some kind of hell for dishonest mechs like him. There were many things Smokey had done throughout his existence that he wasn’t particularly proud of, but he regretted none of it. He was who he was. His lying and cheating were attributes that he was always good at, allowing him to get what he wanted whether it be winning at illegal street racing and gambling before the war started or diverting the enemy’s attention once he had joined the Autobots afterwards.

To a certain extent, those same deceitful skills had allowed Smokescreen to redeem himself somewhat during the endless conflict, aiding his allies in countless battles with the ‘Cons. But even that was not a complete redemption as he still had the tendency to lie to his comrades behind the scenes, sometimes even at the behest of Optimus Prime, himself, in order to learn what the other ‘Bots were really thinking and feeling. He had convinced himself that he wasn’t really lying because he was doing what his leader had requested. But no matter how you energon-coated it, it was still deceit at the end of the cycle. Deception was in his nature and there was no denying that fact. It was a trait that Smokey had long since accepted about himself, and he would never apologize for it.

Of course, Smokescreen had fallen back into his deceitful ways once again in his recent quest to help his dear friend, Tracer, break her Syk addiction. He had lied to his comrades and even called in a favor to Wheeljack to help him pull off his newest charade. Worse still, Smokey had stolen a shuttle and descended to Earth without authorization before engaging a dangerous Decepticon haphazardly. It had all led to his current predicament and the ultimate end that was all but imminent now.

The diversion expert’s screams began to dissipate as the acid ate through his already damaged chest plating and into the vital circuitry underneath. A toxic cloud of vapor hovered over him while his HUD flickered erratically, attempting to show the status of each of his systems as they began to either shut down or melt away one at a time, including his central nerve core. At least the pain was now gone, replaced with a numbing feeling that quickly consumed his desecrated body. With his right arm gone and his torso severely melted almost beyond recognition, stasis would soon overtake him. However, he tried to hang on just a little bit longer in the hopes of seeing Tracer escape the same fate that had just befallen him.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Wed May 16, 2012 10:07 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Mongolian Valley – Shuttle Landing Site

Everything happened so fast. What was supposed to be a simple meeting had turned into a nightmare. It took everything Tracer had to keep from breaking down and falling into a quivering ball of fear. That fear was not directed toward herself, but for Smokescreen. She had dragged him into this mess and now he was paying the price for her addiction.

She didn’t have much time to chide herself because Smokescreen had attempted a desperate maneuver in order to buy her enough time to make a quick escape. Tracer took an astrosecond to look over her shoulder at the waiting shuttle, but she quickly put the idea of leaving out of her mind. She swore that she would not leave him and she was sticking to that decision.

Tracer had finally seen an opening when Smokescreen turned over onto his back and took hold of Oil Slick’s leg and causing the chemist to stumble. The scout raised her arms, hands balled into tight fists, and made ready to lunge at her dealer, but the Decepticon moved like lightning because he was back on steady feet and aiming his deadly acid sprayers directly at Smokescreen’s chest.

The dark blue femme’s optics widened in fright as Oil Slick uttered that singular word and proceeded to spray the diversion expert’s chest. She watched in horror as the acidic mix began to eat away at his armor and quickly dripped down further to destroy the much more delicate inner workings. But the sight was not the worst part of the attack it was the sound coming from Smokescreen. The screams that were excreted tore into her spark. She never wanted him to get hurt, and never in this way.

It was those screams that powered her conviction to save him just as he had done now and long ago. Tracer let out a loud cry just as she made for Oil Slick. The chemist never saw her coming since she was on him before he could even react.

She tackled the gangly mech who wound up flat on his back, several feet from Smokescreen, with her straddling his mid-section. Tracer struggled to keep him pinned as best she could with one arm while her free one scrambled to grab the rallybot’s discarded firearm. The weapon had fallen free of Smokescreen’s hand when his right arm was severed.

Oil Slick fought back valiantly, but it didn’t last. Tracer had finally gotten a grip on the barrel of the gun and brought it up chest high; she then pounded the butt end violently into the face of the green and back mech. It had taken only a moment before Oil Slick slipped into unconsciousness.

Tracer slid off Oil Slick’s mid-section, her internal fans whirring loudly as they attempted to cool her overheating internals. Knowing that their attacker was incapacitated Tracer scrambled on hands and knees to Smokescreen’s side. The anger that had worked its way into her entire being had faded away leaving nothing but dread.

“Smokey? Oh please Primus don’t take him from me; not now."

Her hands ghosted over his destroyed form trying not to inadvertently placer her hand in a still active pool of acid. Her intakes hitched as she moved in closer to his upper body and placed her hands on either side of his face. Ever so gently she turned his head so she could look him in the optics.

“You have to hold on. I needed you then …and I need you now."

Tracer moved down lower so she was close to his audio receptor. The femme shut down her optics as she considered her last words.

“You’re more than just a friend to me, Smokey. I…"

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