Re: Syria - Lethal Escalation
Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2019 7:37 am
En Route To The Warehouse
Reaver was staring straight ahead, stunned, as his sensors and diagnostics alerted him that his real self had taken damage. "Scrap..." He muttered. His eyes drifted to Feint, who's avatar looked very confused. "I took damage at the warehouse."
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"Get back there!" Feint yelled at the flyer. "Protect yourself!"
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"What about you?" Reaver asked. "And the damage isn't bad."
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"I'm fine." Feint said cocking a smirk. "In our world I'm a little thing... In the humans' world .. I'm a big metal war machine."
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Reaver actually laughed. A genuine laugh, not something he did often. "Not so sure about war machine... but I don't think we're far out anyway, you're right, you're fine." he said. "You've scraped through worse than a few human fightercraft."
And with that, he was gone. The avatar snapped out of existence in a flash of light.
Warehouse
Reaver's consciousness came back to his body, finding himself under rubble. A few dents, a couple scratches, but they were well armored beings. A warehouse's debris and a few missiles couldn't do any serious damage.
He wiggled his way out of the debris, listening to the chatter on the comms of his fellow Decepticons.
Three newcomers had joined them. Seekers. They were up in the air. Blackout was sending periodic reports of the UN Force's whereabouts.
He made his way to the warehouse doors, as soon as he stepped outside, he was transforming into his alt mode, and taking off, set on a trajectory to follow Feedback, Lock On, and Vertigo.
Where as the three Seekers ahead of him had US military markings, Reaver sported Russian designations, his alt mode even more stand out-ish being an experimental design with forward swept wings. He was quick and agile though, and more likely to draw the attention of the UN aircraft.
Skies
>>"Friendly on our 6."<< Feedback announced to the others as Reaver approached.
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>>"I don't see any support aircraft right now"<< Blackout commed back to Feedback.
Reaver was staring straight ahead, stunned, as his sensors and diagnostics alerted him that his real self had taken damage. "Scrap..." He muttered. His eyes drifted to Feint, who's avatar looked very confused. "I took damage at the warehouse."
--
"Get back there!" Feint yelled at the flyer. "Protect yourself!"
---
"What about you?" Reaver asked. "And the damage isn't bad."
--
"I'm fine." Feint said cocking a smirk. "In our world I'm a little thing... In the humans' world .. I'm a big metal war machine."
--
Reaver actually laughed. A genuine laugh, not something he did often. "Not so sure about war machine... but I don't think we're far out anyway, you're right, you're fine." he said. "You've scraped through worse than a few human fightercraft."
And with that, he was gone. The avatar snapped out of existence in a flash of light.
Warehouse
Reaver's consciousness came back to his body, finding himself under rubble. A few dents, a couple scratches, but they were well armored beings. A warehouse's debris and a few missiles couldn't do any serious damage.
He wiggled his way out of the debris, listening to the chatter on the comms of his fellow Decepticons.
Three newcomers had joined them. Seekers. They were up in the air. Blackout was sending periodic reports of the UN Force's whereabouts.
He made his way to the warehouse doors, as soon as he stepped outside, he was transforming into his alt mode, and taking off, set on a trajectory to follow Feedback, Lock On, and Vertigo.
Where as the three Seekers ahead of him had US military markings, Reaver sported Russian designations, his alt mode even more stand out-ish being an experimental design with forward swept wings. He was quick and agile though, and more likely to draw the attention of the UN aircraft.
Skies
>>"Friendly on our 6."<< Feedback announced to the others as Reaver approached.
---
>>"I don't see any support aircraft right now"<< Blackout commed back to Feedback.