Post by Neo Calrissian on Sept 9, 2011 14:54:03 GMT -5
The guards were taken down swiftly, and Crosscut pulled himself up from under the corpse of the main guard. Pulling Nyquist onto his feet, he loaded his own handgun and pressed it firmly into the hacker's hands, grinning cheerily. "Stay calm, pal. The fearless Autobots are hear to save you! Perceptor, check him over, wouldja?" He bounded over to the console Nyquist had been working at, and tapped furiously at the keyboard. "More guards'll be here any minute, and the main entrances'll be in lock-down after that little confrontation - we need a way out of here!" More windows and screens popped up as Crosscut searched at remarkable speed, soon finding the layout of the facility. "Hmm... there's a steam vent that's due to deactivate for a few clicks on the other side of the facility. Usually we'd be fried, but we should be able to escape into the slums for a few minutes. We'll have to shift, though!" As he spoke, the sound of running feet down the corridor, coupled with shouts and a few shots, could be heard approaching fast.
Nyquists optics followed Crosscut to the console, then to the gun and then to Perceptor.
"My internal workings appear to be mostly intact and yes I am able, and very keen, to escape" He said quickly, dismissing his condition, though discretely rubbing the side of his chest where the guard had kicked him. "But I wish to only imagine what they'll do to us should they catch us." He added frowning.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Sept 15, 2011 7:51:34 GMT -5
Crosscut grabbed a rifle from one of the guards and cocked it, looking through the ironsights into the corridor to their left. A second corridor led off to their right, towards the vent and freedom. Crosscut seemed to be coming into his own as he hacked the door blocking them, again with remarkable ease, and it swung open. He turned to Perceptor. "You help Nyquist- I'll cover our backs as we make for the vent. Let's go!" As he said this, the guards, at least twenty of them, toting IRONHIDEs, rounded the corner and charged the three, their captain barking commands. "Engage at close range! Take them alive!" Crosscut sprayed a hail of bullets at the oncoming crowd, then sprinted into the darkness of the corridor he had just opened.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Oct 10, 2011 16:07:03 GMT -5
As they charged through the tunnels, several of the guards were struck down by the fire from the Autobots. Soon enough, they reached a pair of blast doors, sealing of the steam venting system from the rest of the complex in the event of a leak. Crosscut took no time in grabbing for the console adjacent to them, closing the tungsten mountains, and sealing the cons on the outside. As he did, several guards took a shot through the ever closing gap, striking him full in the stomach and causing energon to rupture through his armor and spill. He collapsed, clutching the wound with his optics screwed shut. He pointed feebly for the largest of the vents, inside of which the opaque steam was swiftly dissipating, his voice barely above a croak. "Go... you only have a few clicks... they'll be through soon... I'll only slow you down..." On the other side, voices could be heard shouting. "Damn! Get through these doors!" "On it! Shouldn't take a few seconds!"
Torn between his duty, his logic processor, and his respect for life and for a fellow Autobot, Perceptor made the only choice he felt he could make.
He looked at Nyquists and handed him his blaster. 'Go on ahead. I will carry Crosscut. I still have my lightcanon to defend us but you must reach safety or all this would have been for nothing. Don't argue, for the respect of Primus run!"
Nyquist, who had been trying not to panic, accepted the blaster and nodded quickly. Taking a quick breath, he looked respectfully at Percepter and nodded once with the same air.
"Good luck. I will see you both on the other side!"
He then made a dash for vent that Crosscut had indicated and removed the grate with the assistance of the blaster. He ducked inside and moved quickly through. Keeping his blaster at the ready, a worried expression on his faceplate.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Oct 15, 2011 4:29:46 GMT -5
Crosscut crawled to the vent, and propped himself up next to it, drawing his side arm and holding it with two shaking hands. He looked up at Perceptor with blurring optics. "Don't be... a fool! You're... bigger than me... any of us. The specs Brazier sent us... you and the other two could..." He subsided into another coughing fit, oil leaking steadily from his chest now. "Please... I'm a corpse walking. The vent will fill with gas soon. Let me... keep my honour. Go." As he finished, the blast doors began to grind slowly open. Crosscut took a few potshots through the gap, smiling grimly as he heard a yelp of pain from the other side.
Perceptor looked down at Crosscut's wound. He saw that he would be dead in minutes. Perceptor knew he has the skills to repair Crosscut's wound, but he didn't have the energon and the decepticon's would not permit the repairs to happen if they caught them. Chances were they were all dead if caught.
Perceptor took Crosscut's hand in his and said. "I never should of doubted your worth. Your a true Autobot and a better Cybertronain then I am. Until all are one."
Perceptor nodded to Crosscut and left go of the brave Autobot's hand to catch up with Nyquist inside of the vent. The guilt and regret was already filling up inside of the Autobot scientist, and he swore he would get Nyquist to safety and not allow Crosscut's death be for nothing.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Jan 13, 2012 6:20:08 GMT -5
Crosscut smiled weakly as Perceptor dissapeared through the vent. "Till all are one, friend." As Perceptor escaped into the ever growing mist, and the doors ground slowly open, he shouted at the tide of guards that was pushing through. "Here that, scum?! Till all are one! TILL ALL ARE-" The vent filled with steam once again, and Crosscut was not seen nor heard again. +++ Perceptor reached the outside just as the pipe began blasting boiling hot gas. Overhead, Decepticon gunships were shining spotlights into the streets, looking for the pair. With a mutual nod, the two Autobots ran into the darkness, heading for Autobot Headquarters, and home. +++ End
Hoist: Hmm, I'm guessing nothing to do with Beast Wars or Armada, so either a sequel based in or around the first renegade rp trilogy or War For Cybertron? I'm guessing War For Cybertron!
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