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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2019 19:53:21 GMT
Characters: @ironhide, Chromia Location: Wartorn Cybertron Content Warnings: War and potential shameless flirting Plot Summary: The Autobot power couple meets for the first time
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2019 19:55:51 GMT
Smoke clogged the air, turned black by the ash carried from the fires beneath. Acrid smoke, the burned smell mixing with that of spilled energon and coolant. The flames still gnawed at a ruined building, feeding on what they could in the wreckage. Ignited by the very explosion that decimated the building, no doubt. They wouldn't last long, not with most of what was inside being metal. Still, whatever was there was enough to turn them ghastly blue.
Ironhide paid little mind to them, aside from a brief glance and a flash of displeasure in response to the cloying smell of the smoke. Spilled fluids coated the bottoms of his pedes and flowed freely over Cybertron's metal surface, growing in volume by the astrosecond. Gunfire rang out. Voices bellowed, screamed, and snarled. Explosions sounded. Engines whined. That discolored fire cast a pall like the pit itself, mixing with the sounds of battle.
The old mech was too used to it by now to allow his attention to stray beyond a wonderance of who would challenge him next. Decepticons crawled over wreckage and rumbled forward on wheels, or blasted overhead on wings. For his part, it felt like he hadn't stopped moving for cycles. Maybe he hadn't. He hadn't actively checked his chronometer in a while, and the battle just kept dragging on. Shot after shot, blow after blow, target after target. Debris and slug fire pinged off his reinforced armor, drawing yet another savage grin from the warrior. It was followed by the harder blow of an energon blaster. Now that was more like it.
"Not bad!" the words were a low growl as heavy pedes thudded over the ground in a charge, "Gimme some more and ya might live through t'day!"
The Decepticon before him did his best, it seemed, to follow up on that command. At least, he fired off a few more shots in quick succession before Ironhide got to him. The larger bot's large red hands clamped down on him and, soon, he was no longer whole. Tossing his last opponent aside, Ironhide's optics searched for the next.
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Chromia
Autobot
"The helmet stays on..."
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Alias: Kavac
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
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Post by Chromia on Apr 4, 2019 21:06:29 GMT
"Just sit still and let us kill 'ya!"
The mech's thoughtful request was met by a knee blowing out the back of his head.
Chromia's blaster had run out of juice about fourteen hours ago; her axe had followed suit two hours ago, and was now snugly nestled in the chest cavity of a Decepticon sniper about two and a half kilometers due east. One wouldn't think that a decent, logical soldier's first impulse would be to run toward the femme absorbing every punch thrown at her, but assumptions were being suplexed today.
By all accounts, every foolhardy Decepticon that charged at her was much, much stronger than her. Strength didn't always correlate positively with power, however. It especially didn't correlate when Chromia could simply hand their own punch back to them. She'd been giving them their punches back for roughly two hours so far, ever since she lost her axe.
Her absolute favorite thing to do, for the past few hours or so, was to take a full-force punch to the head, then shoot daggers out of her optics as the poor bastard drew his fist back in shock.
She wondered what Windblade was up to.
The fight had spilled through a few buildings so far, and the most recent one was probably a shop or a storefront at some point, Chromia thought. She imagined it was the lead Decepticon she kicked, launching them straight out of the building from the second floor. When his two cronies leapt out to follow him, her idea was reinforced. She never got their names, they just sort of started dog-piling on her because of the badge. Not that Chromia cared what their names were, given how rude they'd been treating her. Sucked to be them because she being plenty rude to them right back.
"Stand up and fight, coward!" she roared, standing triumphantly over the battlefield. Chromia wasn't usually this bloodthirsty, but the more savage she came off as, the fewer Decepticons there were that jumped in to attack her. It really didn't help that she was clutching one of their severed arms in her servo, either.
It also didn't help that Chromia was looking absolutely wartorn. Her paint was chipped, pieces of her frame damaged, she was practically bathed in soot and ash, and to top it all off she was glowing as if she were an overheated piece of machinery.
She was one, but still.
Chromia threw the severed arm back to the body it belonged to, causing them to finally flee the scene in terror. After leaping down to join them, the able-bodied Con tossed a wild hay-maker at her, which she easily intercepted with the palm of her hand. Chromia gave the kinetic energy a full lap as she passed it to her other hand, delivering delivering a bonecrushing gut-punch. She simply tossed the dazed Decepticon aside in a wounded heap as she started to cool down from her hourly brawl.
Then she noticed a small red speck in the distance.
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