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capeandcowllogs2012-07-09 09:33 pm
notyourchauffeur) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-07-09 09:33 pm
The Return
Who: Vector Prime, Skyfire, Starscream and Carrie.
Where: Somewhere over the city.
When: Backdated to during the Wargames plot.
Warnings: ROBOT VIOLENCE OH MY.
Summary: Vector does the time warp. Again. To save his friends from a terrible fate.
Format: Prose
He's exhausted, truth be told. Not quite sharp as he was at the start of all this nonsense. His plating is charred from the various fires that he'd braved to get people out, not that it hurt him much, but it wasn't exactly pleasant, and just purely exhausted from almost non-stop flying.
As much as he grudgingly admits... having Starscream as an escort is good, but the Seeker is probably just as tired without much energon to speak of.
Carrie has worked hard as well, ushering people in and out, making sure the injured were safe and cared for as Skyfire carted them to safe areas of the city. They were all run down to the bare minimums.
But- this is the last big drop he needs to make. Packed to capacity with people he'd pulled out of a large housing unit, he heads for the hospital once more on the same course he's taken each flight.
In retrospect, probably a bad idea, but he wasn't thinking clearly right now.
Where: Somewhere over the city.
When: Backdated to during the Wargames plot.
Warnings: ROBOT VIOLENCE OH MY.
Summary: Vector does the time warp. Again. To save his friends from a terrible fate.
Format: Prose
He's exhausted, truth be told. Not quite sharp as he was at the start of all this nonsense. His plating is charred from the various fires that he'd braved to get people out, not that it hurt him much, but it wasn't exactly pleasant, and just purely exhausted from almost non-stop flying.
As much as he grudgingly admits... having Starscream as an escort is good, but the Seeker is probably just as tired without much energon to speak of.
Carrie has worked hard as well, ushering people in and out, making sure the injured were safe and cared for as Skyfire carted them to safe areas of the city. They were all run down to the bare minimums.
But- this is the last big drop he needs to make. Packed to capacity with people he'd pulled out of a large housing unit, he heads for the hospital once more on the same course he's taken each flight.
In retrospect, probably a bad idea, but he wasn't thinking clearly right now.
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The Seeker swings gently up and pulls out level to the left of the much bigger shuttle, keeping a wary--albeit exhausted--eye out for threat. They should have called it game two runs ago and he knows it. This kind of negligence and relentless pushing to the point of fatigue got Seekers back on Cybertron fragged faster than anything else. And while this wasn't near as destructive as Cybertron had been, it was still a warzone.
"This better be the last run." His tone was sharper than he intended.
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Maybe when they're done here, she'll grab her bike, see if she can't get a few more rounds of patrol in... or maybe she'll pass out of weariness before she gets that far. At this rate, she can't think of anything nicer-sounding than a nap.
"It is." Not something she's totally pleased about, but definitely a fact. "Just hold out a couple minutes more'n we'll do a break."
Not that she's... put herself in charge of a pair of giant robots, or anything. That's silly, why would she do that? She's just taken it upon herself to act like she is.
tl;dr
With distance comes safety, but not only that - it's a distance from temptation as well. The City is capable of defending itself, its heroes more than capable of staving off these horrors. It is not his place to step in, to try and change any of it. It was begun, it will end, time will turn as it turns and all he could do - should do - is bear witness.
In two hours, he will learn of a tragedy. Not that all of this hasn't been one, stacked on top of another and yet more...but this will hit close to spark. Too close for any sort of comfort, and it will leave him temporarily numb, mind racing as it construes the lasting effects. He won't need visions or powers to know what will happen, only the processing of cause, effect, and ultimate fallout.
In three days, he will do something against his better judgement, and take the necessary steps to keep all of that from happening altogether.
At this moment, Vector Prime is coming out over the city, red eyes scanning the surroundings as he confirms his point in spacetime. He can feel it as much as see it, and then he hears it - the gunning of engines. The now-armored form looks up in the direction of the noise, then looks opposite.
There. On a rooftop. A figure holding what is unmistakably a weapon even at this distance. And time continues to turn, and that weapon is fired, a lance of white energy coming forwards with a crackle, streaking towards the shuttle. If it hits, it will more than disrupt his systems; it will send him careening out of control in to a building.
But Vector Prime is already in action.
The crackle suddenly slows in midair, the beam slowing in to what can only be described as a sphere of light. Around it, arranged in a sphere-like lattice of their own, are metal shards that glow with a soft golden color. Below this is Vector, arm outstretched and brow furrowed in concentration as he manipulates the time within his broken swords by will alone.
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Because he's been taking orders from her all day and honestly it felt natural now.
Had he been alert, he might have seen it in time to realize he was about to be struck, but not to avoid it. Skyfire is one of the fastest fliers from his world. Faster than Starscream or any of the Aerial Bots... in a straight line. He's cumbersome and doesn't turn well and he's tired on top of it.
It's only now that it's slowed that he sees it-
Such a strange sight. It doesn't even look like a beam anymore, really. He's not sure what it is, but it makes him slow to a hover and scan.
What is that anomaly?
Then he sees the figure- large cannon raised- aimed directly at him...
And a very strange
bot?man... who-What?
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"What in--"
There's no time to act, only to react, and even his reaction is fairly useless--he comes out of vehicle mode and lands against the roof of a building, staring up and then rapidly between the two conflicting actions--not sure which, if either, to fire on.
phone tags bwah!
He holds the sphere there, calculating for a few astroseconds - then pulls back with one of the blades, the shards forming a ring in midair before the area inside it...changes.
This in itself may or may not be familiar to the lot of them.
But it's only there for so long. The other shards drop, rereleasing the beam, but only to let it go in to the spacebridge. Only so far away, by the man, it's released, angled just so to avoid the building.
The man himself, on the other hand, is fair game. And lost from sight as the shards fall down, reforming in to swords that are easily caught by the Prime.
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Well.
He's been thoroughly shown, hasn't he?
But there's no time to waste, he rights himself and turns his thrusters back on.
"Come, Starscream!" The shuttle barks to his escort before getting a move on. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that he was likely just saved from grievous injury- not to mention his precious cargo, Carrie and the citizens they were transporting.
Thank you, Vector.
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"What was that?"
The scientist and the coward in him were both clamoring for explanation, for some kind of security in the known, and what he'd just seen defied, briefly, his understanding of the world.
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"What the frag did I just see?" Whoops, there's Terry's slang again. Still, it seems awfully appropriate for... whatever that just was.