Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 12, 2010 8:32:50 GMT -5
As it turned out, Cybertron's sun was experiencing a high fluctuation of solar flares, making the day hotter then it usually would be in Boltarmar city. Incendius, Roadtrain, Tomboy, Driveby and Onix had been teleported, via Space Bridge, to a spot just outside of the city, close to the bad lands of the southern polar state known as Kaon, where they could arrive unseen and undetected.
As they entered the area and headed towards the black market region, they learn that much of the city was under reconstruction. As busy as it was, this didn't stop the usual business of illegal arms sales. All types of alien races were also present as they tried to buy the latest in Cybertronain weaponry. The group were in the middle of the black market's busiest area, looking for Stinger.
'Normally, I'd be impressed with what I'm seeing here. But after seeing what Hoist had in his cluaset.' Remarked Tomboy as she passed by a table of weapons.
Driveby remained quiet for now, listening to the others as he awaited Incendius' instructions and wandering if this bot was even capable of leading. Tomboy seemed to happy-go-lucky and Roadtrain always too distracted by what Tomyboy was up to. Now Onix, he was someone much like himself, a bot he could get on with, but he wasn't here to make friends. For all intents and purposes Onix seemed to be level-headed and able to walk the fine line of command and authority, although he still wasn't as familiar with the bot so calculated for a high degree of being wrong.
Post by Neo Calrissian on May 12, 2010 16:28:44 GMT -5
Incendius stroked his chin, his teeth gritted. He was furious at Hardstrike for his little jokes back at base, but now it was time to get his head in the game. Now he was needed. He pulled up a schematic of the area up, and projected a miniaturized version hovering above his palm. He placed a few coloured dots on the map, and thought for a second before getting on the comm to the team. ++COMM++ "Roadtrain, Tomboy. Move with the crowds, see if you can single the mark out. Onix, Driveby. Cover the exits, cut of his escape routes. Be ready to take the space bridge back as soon as we've nabbed him. NO fatalities, NO civilian injuries if possible- let's keep this quiet and professional. Roadtrain, I don't even want to SEE your flak cannon. Just get a hold on him and let Tomboy do the rest. Close quarters as much as possible. Soon as you sight him, contact me. Roll out, Renegades." ++END COMM++ The tactical officer chose a point at the centre of the market and powered up his cannon, leaving the safety on his secondary ammo chamber firmly in place. He fixed the dots on his hologram to the energy signatures of the other Renegades, allowing him to track their movements. He was pretty much ready for anything- he hoped. To make a fool of himself now was not something he wanted to think about.
"Now hold on, you want the two most obvious autobot's in this crowd to try and blend in while those of us that fit in guard the exits?"
Onix shrugged and headed towards one of the quickest routs to getting clear of this place. He tried not to look to obvious, there were a lot of suspicious characters here. He knew how they thought, because he was one of them once and he knew they were looking out for suspicious persons as much as he was.
Post by Neo Calrissian on May 12, 2010 16:54:48 GMT -5
Incendius smiled. ++COMM++ "Sometimes it's not looks, Onix. It's attitude. Driveby, keep in contact with him, note all observations to each other and me. I'm sure you'll get along just fine as my little early warning system. Roadtrain, Tomboy- Onix had a point. Try and fit it as best you can. Maybe even split up for a more comprehensive view of the area. I'm leaving it your hands, 'Train." ++END COMM++ Incendius' eyes flitted from person to person in the crowds around him, trying to identify the mark. He wasn't a inconspicuous looking character, but his knowledge of these lower levels of society would give him the advantage. Their only chance was to overwhelm him with superior tactics and firepower- if it came to that.
It's basic, but it will do. I'm more concerned with all these hideous alien lifeforms on the planet, disgusting... Nothing more than low-class fodder, although I hear some make good chowder on some worlds...
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Driveby was heading towards one of the exit tunnels that led out to the busy space-port, with his size and the bright colouring of accent color on his armour, he felt anything but inconspicuous. He fingered a small metallic pouch, a clever holographic disguise hiding his new sniper rifle that was holstered on his hip. Feeling he might have to swing into action however, he stopped and checked the other hologram, which carefully concelead his Thermo sword. Thankfully his blaster was concealed underneath a panel in his back at the end of his endoskeleton.
Onix walked up to a table closest to his point of guard and browsed the wares.
-- "I think it is too basic. Thinking like Autobots, not Renegades if you ask me. I don't think these types are going to make this a simple in and out option. Wonder if I can get a stiff drink around here.......Best not. Anyways, we are in a black market and everyone is packing. Last thing we need is to walk this guy through the place in cuffs. None or these dealers are going to sit idly by" --
Onix had his outgoing audio through his faceplate turned off so no one heard him but DriveBy. He pointed at a weapon on the dealers table and felt it out, testing it weight and looking down the sights.
Last Edit: May 12, 2010 18:22:20 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
Post by Neo Calrissian on May 13, 2010 9:45:23 GMT -5
Incendius was confident that the plan was solid. It was simple, but effective, allowing for pretty much any situation. He would back up Roadtrain if anything went wrong, and the exit guards would do all they could to stop Stinger. He watched as the coloured dots slid into place around the wire frame, before comming Driveby and Onix. ++COMM++ "Exit guards, report, and I don't want to have to ask again. I need your eyes and ears in the game, you two." ++END COMM++ He ran a quick diagnostic of his systems. Nothing out of the ordinary, though his right elbow joint was still sticking. He was going to have to get that sorted out, but he didn't want to admit that him and Phasmatis were at each others throats that much...
Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 13, 2010 17:02:55 GMT -5
***COM*** 'Nothing to report Roadtrain... wait a minute.'***COM***
Tomboy saw someone that looked like Stinger. Up ahead, about 70 feet from where she was. Stinger was talking to a group of mech, all aroun his size. ***COM*** 'Incendius, I think I have spotted our target. About 70 feet in front of me. He has company. I'm going in for a closer look.' ***COM***
Tomboy waved Roadtrain, she wanted to get in closer and make sure it was Stinger and not have a big robot like Roadtrain spook Stinger just yet. She looked around to see where everyone else was and could only see Driveby.
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