My My, What Red Eyes You Have} Knockout/OPEN

[Danielle Messick]

Now was not the time to going into graphic detail, and to Danny that's sort of what she got though it was just two basic things. One, this guy was extremely bad news. Two, grounding his staff would help. Unfortunately, she was quite unsure how possible that would be, it would end up being far easier to just try and get Knockout to hit himself. Such as grounding your average man-made taser, the ground does not matter. You would have to wear some sort of conductive material that was able to carry the current between the prongs without any current entering your body. Being Techno Organic, she was sure her molecular structure of various metals would lower the chances of keeping the electrical current from going through either way, being a stronger conductor than the average human being. <"Horrible death, got it. Thanks Perceptor. I'll let you know how it all went later. Too bad I don't carry a camera right? More pictures for the scrap book."> With that, she ended her transmission with the scientist, for now. She didn't want the red medic picking up on the comm's link and discovering her. The last bit about the words being half sarcasm, half 'This is going to be such a pain in my ass.'..

What the Decepticon responded with didn't prove helpful either, other than furthering how much more she wanted to take his head off of his shoulders. If she was greater in size and more so in strength, you bet she would. Placing her communicator back on her belt, her head quickly turned in the direction where she heard a branch crunch under large, metallic feet. She knew what shot she had, wanted to egg him on so that he might pull his electrical weapon back out, so that she might get him to hit himself. Right now, she just prayed to Primus himself that his reflexes weren't as fast as his driving. Darting from the brush, her image ripped into a blur to the right before she leaped from the forest floor onto the side of Knockout's knee joint from the outside. Both feet planted to give it a good shove, trying not to jerk or pull anything of her own that might disable her before kicking off of him and darting behind him twenty three feet. Perched on top of a mossy log, a yard or so off the ground and in plain sight as she stared down her opponent. Her orange pony tail finally settled into place once more behind her, her arms crossing as if her attitude mocked the red mech before her. "So you're just one of the pawns then? The stupid kind they send out because the higher ups care not whether you survive or not? I thought that was the job of the clones. Did you modify your appearance to hide your shame? Is that why you got all upset when I scratched you? Aw..." Temper, she was trying to hit a circuit, yank a wire, something.

[Knock Out]

Knock Out took a step back as he was basically used as a spring board, turning to watch the young girl carefully, his optics still sparkling with mild amusement. That expression quickly turned to one of irritation though. This Techno Organic was getting on the wrong side of him, and those that did usually didn't last long. She'd find out exactly who he was soon enough, and she probably wouldn't like the answer that he gave her. Hardly any did, after all.

But her strategy did make him ever more curious. He knew she had noticed his electric staff earlier on. Was she trying to get him to use it again? To hit himself or something? That would've been quite awkward and slowed him down a fair bit... had he only had that as a weapon. "The one thing you learn as a Medic-" Knock Out replied, his right arm turning into his buzz saw as he smirked again. "-is that you should always take more than one tool. Of course, I imagine Daddy taught you that, hmm?"

[Danielle Messick]

The lack of trust and the obvious distaste in the very least were no surprise, though even the neutrals got that bit of Danny. Her eyes followed his movement, knowing that when in the trees, he didn't stand a chance of keeping up with her. She was far smaller and quite agile when weaving around. If he wanted to get out of here without having to pound out his own damage, he'd better take to the road or perhaps a long ranged weapon, which she hoped he lacked.

Her arms crossed over her chest, her left hip out more than the other in her lean as she shifted most of her weight onto her right foot. "Why, the only tool I need here is you. I'm saying so in both definitions." Alright, before she died, she might as well get in one last insult. She was now making it up as she went, now knowing he had more up his sleeve than she knew of. Not only that, but he was a medic himself, he knew where to take apart his victims. Or did he?.. He wouldn't of tried to keep her alive thus far if he wasn't curious of the Techno Organic anatomy? Or perhaps it was for other reasons, either way, she was still intact and unharmed.

"Come on, I'm waiting. As some of the locals might say, come at me bro." She didn't believe she'd ever try a strategy like this EVER again! This had been a piss poor plan so far, most definitely disappointed in how many mistakes she had made. Now all she had planned was to dodge until Knockout grew far too tired and perhaps heated. Her words so far might of helped her that much, knowing that he'd want to bring harm to her one way or another.

[Perceptor]

After packing up his experiment, Percy took a couple of quick paces, back and forth, across the room he called his lab. Battle wasn't his forte, nor was battle suggestion. He just supplied the fight when necessary. Now, however, he had given suggestion, albeit a rushed and possibly not very helpful suggestion. Now, he was left hanging, not knowing what was going on, only knowing that there was a fight - a potentially unbalanced fight - going on.

With a frustrated groan, Perceptor trotted to his back wall, opening the panel and going to his underground explosive testing room, to the office/shelter in the back, where his computer was, to trace the location of the handset that had been used to contact him. What a wonderful time to pick a fight. Fortunately, his shoulder canon was fully charged, should the occasion need it, and he had an all-terrain capable alt mode. He wasn't combative, but he wasn't about to sit by without being able to do anything.

[Knock Out]

Knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to catch this girl easily, Knock Out had to plan his next move carefully. When there was only one of him, that was a definite disadvantage. But if he could get someone else to help him surround her, he might just be able to catch her... <"Breakdown, I hate to be a bother, but could you come to my coordinates? I've found something interesting that I need help dealing with."> He told his partner/assistant through a secure comlink. The last thing he needed was the girl overhearing.

With that done, his red optics narrowed slightly in thought as several scenarios went over in his head. He just needed to distract this Techno Organic long enough for Breakdown to get there and lend a hand. With that in mind, he charged forward, swinging his buzz saw to try and get a swipe and injure her at least.

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Breakdown was already out and about. Though he had not strictly accompanied Knock Out to his race, he lingered nearby, ready to provide backup in case anything went wrong… and he didn’t count “Knock Out getting chased by police again" as anything wrong, because that was not a situation that required his intervention.

He didn’t mind watching Knock Out’s back--quite the contrary--but sometimes he had to reign his partner in a bit. Knock Out was… excitable. Prone to melodrama. It never failed to amaze Breakdown how often he needed a voice of reason. It also never failed to amuse him that he was that apparent voice of reason. When Knock Out commed him, sounding relatively calm and certainly not in mortal danger, Breakdown was more curious than alarmed.

The enormous truck, which had been resting outside of a closed local convenience store, flicked its headlights on and rolled forward. <“What, is it an Autobot?”>[/b]

[Danielle Messick]

She absolutely hated bothering people, well, with this sort of thing. If it was to slightly inconvenience them, she appeared to have no problem with disrupting their previous task. It was a bit of a fear in the back of her mind, and an odd one at that. She knew what she put Ratchet through, and what it did to him. She knew how much of a pain she could be when it came to getting into some sort of trouble. Perhaps she shouldn't have involved Perceptor after all. Now, what Danielle had to wonder if sometimes lying was better. She could simply say everything was fine and well and that she needed a Ground Bridge, a far distance from here unless she also wanted to lure this guy into a trap. Though her eyes said differently, she was most definitely afraid. This guy could catch up to her if nothing stood in his way, she was near weaponless and he appeared to be well equipped. Of all the times she had been lectured for getting into a mess, did anyone ever understand that often it wasn't her choice? Of how ridiculously horrifying it was at times with the thought that she was going to be cut up into a lot of tiny little pieces for someone else's entertainment if she didn't make it out? She knew her father could catch her emotions, that is, when she wasn't blocking the bond. Which, at this moment, she was.

Those sharp eyes of her in a slight glare, she crouched with her arms out as a reflex as soon as she saw Knock Out budge. With that, she turned to leap off the log and weave between more trees. Most of them pine, she turned for a moment to catch the image of a buzz saw swiping through a branch and said little green needles raining down in a spray. Not wanting to trip or watch herself meet that same fate, Danny turned back in time to barrel roll over another fallen tree and land on all fours before darting back to her feet again in an escape to get away. Now was the question, who ya gonna call? Or was she going to do something about this? He needed to be down, tripped, something.

[Perceptor]

It felt like it took forever to get an approximate position on the battle that was going on. It wasn't far off, but with his luck, he'd have gone the opposite direction if he'd left without finding the position first. Hastened by the sense of emergency that was gradually rising in his spark, she scrambled to get back upstairs, and then out of his lab space, running outside and transforming mid step.

Taking off in that direction, only following the roads while it was convenient, it would be another little while before he actually showed up. His only regret at the moment was having such a slow alt mode. He wasn't sure how much help he'd be in the situation, but he was also unaware of the fact that there was a second mech involved. He knew only that this was a fight for a good reason, and that he would protect this girl, Danielle. She was a friend, and he watched for his friends.

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[Knock Out]

<"Well..."> Knock Out considered, standing up straight and eyeing Danny for a few moments as his buzz saw seemed to spin speculatively rather than threatingly. <"Yes and no."> He decided. Well, yes, she was an Autobot, but no, she wasn't a Cybertronian. <"It's rather difficult to explain, but she's very irritating, and I could use an extra hand."> A small chuckle escaped his vocal processor, knowing he had to keep the girl distracted until his trusted protector could arrive and hopefully surprise her. He didn't actually intend to hurt her, though. Well... much, anyway. Briefly glancing at the damaged tree, he looked back at her, before he charged again.

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Breakdown pulled into the street, which was relatively empty, and exvented in one long sigh. <“Yeah. I’ll be there.”> By now Knock Out should have known him long enough to recognize that his statement had come with an unspoken addendum: This had better not be a waste of time. Breakdown was content to follow Knock Out’s lead, most of the time, but every now and then, though the occasion was truly rare, he did clash with the mech he was sworn to protect.

Still, Knock Out had a habit of sniffing out amusements that could turn dangerous. Breakdown increased his speed slightly. He’d rather deal with one of his partner’s irritating distractions than face the possibility that the medic might be in real danger.

(He shall arrive in the next post, if that’s okay with everybody :3)

[Danielle Messick]

( ^^ Yeah that's fine ||| Danny: Depends, do I get a say in this? )

The teenage Autobot operative stood her ground for now, glaring the oncoming Decepticon. If she wasn't going to run, then she was here for damage control, right? If she could down him, somehow, even if it was to trip him for the moment, perhaps she could really make this mech regret ever daring to set foot outside whatever it was that he called the Decepticon base. She zipped off the spot, leaves and cut down fir needles flying behind her as part of plan on the first step, spraying at the red medic of an enemy behind her. She missed another swing of the saw blade by few feet, weaving over a large rock or two, brush, and in between more trees and towards the road again. Little did she know, she was heading right into the face of a more fearsome mech. So far, now plan, other than to down some trees, or perhaps pick apart the officer's car for anything that she could use as a weapon. Leaping out of the green foliage, her feet touched down on asphalt again as she darted forward in a ripped blur with her tied back orange haired almost giving the effect of fire behind her. Off into the direction of the police cruiser she went.

[Perceptor]

(ooc: Do to a glitch in the workings of my brain, this post may be slightly inaccurate as to locations. I'd try to explain the difficulty, but I don't want to confuse people with my poor word choice. Speaking of word choice, Perceptor has arrived!)

Turning around a corner at a pace admittedly far too fast, Perceptor accelerated onto the adjoining highway, only pushing harder at the sight of the cop car - the crushed human machine only the beginnings of the battle scene. Only a flicker of doubt - Was he really doing this? - crossed his mind before he arrived at the scene.

He wasn't in melee range, of course - there was a good firing distance. However, pulling out his hand-made pistol, he flicked his optical lens into place before hard lining the sights of the weapon into the lens, a trick he'd managed to learn and modify himself to using. It helped make his shot much more accurate - not quite to the level of a sharpshooter, but considering he wasn't a fighter, he was a comparatively good shot using this technique. He braced himself on the pavement, shooting at the bot who attacked his friend.

Sometimes, shooting first worked - however, the goal at this point was to get the focus off of Daniel. He wasn't sure much past there.

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[Knock Out]

Knock Out was quick to turn around and race after her, transforming and switching to driving after her once he hit the road again. He just about managed to keep pace with her, feeling... what did the humans call it? Adrenaline? Or something similar, running through him as the chase went on. He hadn't had this much fun in a while, Police car chase not included. That had just been mildly irritating and a bit of a time waster.

His thoughts were snapped back to reality when an unexpected weapon shot literally landed feet in front of him, he ended up skidding in several donuts, before transforming again and sliding to a stop. He growled softly to himself, glancing up for the shooter. Wait, was that on of the Autobot Scientists? Which one was it now? Ah, yes. "Perceptor!" He chuckled, his buzz saw appearing once more. "Long time no see!"

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It didn’t take long for the big truck to make his way from the outskirts of the suburbs to the rural roads where Knock Out and Danny were having their showdown. He was approaching from a different angle than Knock Out had, though, and as Danny fled the red Decepticon, she brought herself right into the path of his heavy-duty partner. As he approached the scene, he flicked on his high beams, momentarily illuminating the young techno-organic in a flood of light.

A little girl. Knock Out had called for backup for a little girl. “Real scary, Knock Out,” Breakdown drawled, “I can tell she’s a tough one.” He didn’t immediately shift out of alt mode, but instead merely lumbered slowly forward, obviously intending to herd the girl towards his partner--who was suddenly shot at.

Danny was immediately knocked down a few notches on the priority list, and Breakdown accelerated, swerving past her to take his place at Knock Out’s side. He skidded to a stop and transformers, looming over the medic and glaring at Perceptor with his single yellow optic. Knock Out was speaking, so Breakdown remained silent, letting his looming bulk do the speaking for him.

[Danielle Messick]

Danny's feet looked as though they might of taken her into flight if she darted off any faster in her attempt to out run the malicious intent of this surgeon's medical appliances. Her simple Converse made a pitter patter against the ground as she ran, Knockout's engine releasing a frightening hum close behind her. Lifting her head from the road in front of her, she spotted the familiar face, trying to pick up speed to further her luck only to be momentarily blinded as another unwanted visitor announced their presence. Stopped in an awkward stance with her feet, her expression changed from c'mon, time to explode Mr. Psycho Surgeon to aw fuck me..

Either way, not wanting to be near the one she pissed off, all she could do was wish Perceptor luck and hope her situation didn't bring harm, capture, and or death upon him.. Turning back towards Breakdown, her posture straightened in a threatening manner (which was odd coming from the small teenager in comparison to him...) with that signature stink eye added in as she took her last saw blade from her belt. Taking one step back with her right foot, her right arm and blade followed, ready to throw. "Back off, Tubby."