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[Danielle Messick]

So much at once was going on and it could definitely be seen as a mid to high level of chaos. Her olive eyes, behind orange hair here and there that seemed to act like the blinds for a window as they set upon Blindspot's face plate. It would appear that this drone, often by others, seen as mindless jesters for the Decepticons, zombies if you will. It would appear they too had their very own individuality, whether innocent or not. They too shared being people when it came to thought, mind, and character. Empathy if you will. This Decepticon drone was one of the ones born unlucky, forced into being an inferior slave in the eyes of his creators. To obey, to be used as livestock if Megatron wishes, to work himself to death with little cares from anyone other than perhaps his drone comrades that too bore no faces.

In this understanding, also ignoring his words, she watched with her own sorrow and empathy before giving a flick of either arm for the gauntlets to fold her weapons away and return to what appeared to be just direction and a little bit of armor. "Magic." It would seem through everything, her sarcasm was perfectly intact.

Her newly understanding eyes caught sight of Starclaw's, arching her right brow a bit with a slight stink eye coming on, before witnessing a fast, vicious attack. She felt torn in her stomach. She wouldn't dare get too close to Blindspot, never, but she would acknowledge his own choices. For choices, were what made one who they were. Perhaps, that made Danny a bit careless and a bit too brave for her own good sometimes. "Don't hurt him too bad..." Yes, that broken request had made its way from her lips off all people, leaving Blindspot and turning to run after the other two fighting. Firefly, if not a threat to her, would be needing medical assistance. She had a bit of limp in her step, but she still managed all the same. Knowing to keep a low profile, and for the moment, keep quite a distance from Shockwave.

[Blindspot]

Blindspot had no chance of avoiding the attack. He lurched as Starclaw leaped onto his back, and it would seem to Danielle that the drone was eerily silent as his thin armor sheared away under the fast, vicious assault. In fact, he did scream, but like a human that had lost his voice, no sound came out, just a rush of popping static. The feline would probably notice that this drone’s plating was unusually flimsy, even for a disposable soldier. The damage she had done with her single strike was considerable.

Energon splashed to the ground as she leaped away, and Blindspot reacted instantly, swiveling his mask in the direction that Starclaw had fled. His body was held in a low crouch, almost on all fours, ready to spring away, and in the next moment he activated his scrambler.

The activation was a knee-jerk reaction, and as such he did not warn anyone. It was a singularly distressing experience, especially for those near him. A wave of distortion seemed to spread out, radiating from somewhere deep inside the drone. His physical outline blurred, reducing his outline to a series of blurs and metallic flashes, out of which the smeary red glow of his visor glared. Electronically, any sensors trained on him would spit back error messages and give wildly inaccurate readings, and passive sensors were affected just as badly. One moment they declared Blindspot was ten feet to the left of where he was standing, and then another second they would report that he was hovering thirty feet in the air, and then the next he simply wasn’t there, or there were two of hem--these readings tumbled wildly over one another, flooding HUDs with errors.

In short, the place the drone was standing was an epicenter of a spreading wave of chaos. It had just started. It would get worse.

Shockwave’s order was either not heard or momentarily disregarded (and, since Blindspot was a loyal drone, he probably simply hadn’t heard it). The lithe drone crouched, waiting, ready to move away from the next attack. He didn’t know who had hit him, and how, but he did know that he didn’t plan on it happening again.

[Firefly]

She was able to watch Shockwave's motions even without directly looking at him, shifting away from the rising cannon by pushing her left foot, using the flight nodes in her primary flight system to speed up and support the motion as she dodged to the side, bouncing off of her right foot to flip back in a lunge with her blade before bouncing back again, unaware of Shockwave's change in plan.

However, right as she lunged, Blindspot's scrambler activated. It was distance, but if felt like she'd been smacked as her sensors went through the initial flip-out phase. Even when she wasn't watching the other battle directly, it stung like a swarm of bee stings.

She was temporarily dazed, but she still managed to bounce back, forcing herself to focus on the here and now. The irritation was distracting, but she could deal with it.

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[Starclaw]

She heard the whispered phrase too late. Don't hurt him too much? What was that about? He was a 'con! They killed people! But... Was there something else to... She didn't get to finish her thought process before the scrambler went on, and, even with her optics off, her sensors screamed in disapproval. Her cloaking threads flipped off automatically, a feral cybertronian sounding snarl escaping her form, sounding vaguely like a pissed off cat somewhere in the middle.

What the hell was that? How was she expected not to hit back now? OH WAIT, maybe because she couldn't look at the target! Her tail blades and claws flicked out, her tail whipping against a nearby tree, gouging into the wood. She knew trees were precious and all, but she couldn't bring herself to care right now. Onlining her optics, she looked toward his last location, before hissing sharply and looking away. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Fight via sound? Cuz she could do it.

She trained her ears to any sound he'd make. She was a cat. Blind fighting was something cats everywhere had adapted too; why not her, too?

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[Shockwave]

The heat was turned up far too much than Shockwave desired, and he did not desire to take this human any more. Instead, he noticed his enemy becoming almost disoriented. It was here he turned and began to run away from the scene as fast as he could, turning and firing at Firefly with his cannon to try to make sure she stayed off his trail, <"Blindspot, retreat! The human is not worth it!"> He said again, opening a secure comm link to the Vehicon and trying to order him to retreat. He had done this once he realized the Vehicon medic was not following him. If Blindspot did not follow him this time, Shockwave would have to call for reinforcements, and he was not going to be happy with having to get the Vehicon out of this scrap. Why would he not just leave him there? That would only incur Megatron's wrath, and Shockwave knew they needed their medics. It was why he was planning on putting Blindspot in the medical bay, as a patient, once they got out of this mess.

[Blindspot]

Blindspot swiveled his head towards Shockwave, his visor an indistinct smear of red in the dark, thanks to the scrambler. He only hesitated a moment to absorb the order, because he was a good drone, and he would obey. He leaped forward, the gesture almost catlike, transforming shortly before he hit the ground, his rattling engine revving as he swerved over the uneven ground towards his commander. His scrambler was still active, making him very difficult to see or get near in the dark, but as he skidded to a stop near Shockwave, he turned it off.

Transforming, he stood beside his superior officer and dutifully waited for more orders, though his stance was protective, ready to defend Shockwave should he need it. The drone was his to command.

With his scrambler deactivated, the extent of his wounds was obvious; the thin plating along his back and side had been sheared cruelly, and he was still losing energon… but he was game for whatever Shockwave desired.

[Firefly]

((Starclaw and Firefly in this post))

Firefly cursed slightly to herself as Shockwave turned and ran, but decided not to pursue. She wasn't going to force a fight unless she had to, and she didn't have to. Instead, she should be attending to the human. Starclaw was about to chase after that headache of a drone, but Firefly called her back. The disappointed cat femme came running back, quickly taking position on Firefly's form.

As the symbiote came back to her, Firefly turned toward Danielle, though she kept sensors trained on Shockwave - and NOT the drone, she ignored the drone as MUCH as possible. Taking a step toward the last place she'd seen Danny, the femme seeker took a quick visual scan of the area, walking toward it, her blades still out - but held non threateningly, simply at the ready if Shockwave shifted as though to strike while Firefly left to find the girl. She didn't call out - yet. But, for an armed fourty four foot seeker, she did her best to look non threatening.

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[Danielle Messick]

Hopefully, with all of the absolute hell going on, no one had seen Danny's foot catch on the ground in the form of a kick when she too was hit by the Scrambler's effects. Her eye sight blinked completely white for a moment, starting from the out reaches of her view. Once the last of the image before her, Shockwave turning away from it as well, had vanished into nothingness, a high pitched ringing started up in her ears. Rather than a loud crash, her body made a harsh thunk against the ground. Blinking, and then squinting whilst the white decided it would take its time to fade, she scrambled back up before running blindly in the direction of Firefly, well, with that same limp. There was a drop and jump the way she moved, forcing herself onward, somewhat disoriented, both her eyes themselves and her head rang with pain.

[Firefly]

((SINCE Shockwave and Blindspot are leaving, I'm going to post; I'm pretty sure I've got permission, so.))

Firefly, with a bit of Starclaw's help, did her best to overcome her own disoriented sensors, to keep track of the girl. Kneeling down, she prepared to aid the young techno organic should she need it. "Are you alright?"

[/color] She herself hadn't been hit at all - merely sensor disorientation and a good measure of confusion. Right now, the girl herself was the primary object of the Seeker's attention.

This had been a very... Uneventful encounter. It left her a bit suspicious, hence she still had her swords, and when the knelt she kept as much weight on her toes as possible, able to spring up and out. She was getting surprisingly used to this disorientation - every fight she'd been in seemed to involve it in one way or another. She was getting used to having to rely on the more base sensors, rather than the intricate, detailed sensors that were webbed through her armor. It was unfortunate, but necessary.[/size][/blockquote]

[Shockwave]

It was then Shockwave brought a hand up to the side of his face as he called for a Groundbridge to be opened. The green and white vortex spun open behind them as Shockwave turned to it and ran inside to keep anyone from trying to follow. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Blindspot was following him. For Blindspot's sake, he had better be following him. Shockwave would forcefully drag the Vehicon along but in the excitement, Shockwave's patience was worn thin and he knew the only logical thing to do now was to retreat.

[Blindspot]

The drone held his position by Shockwave, covering him with his blaster while his superior officer called for their evac. Once the green glow of the ground bridge filled the air, Blindspot wasted no in time in obeying. He waited until Shockwave had set foot on the bridge, and then shifted into alt mode, roaring after him, but not overtaking him. The two figures went deeper and deeper into the vortex of light, their figures becoming indistinct...

...and then the bridge closed, and they were gone.

[Irobashi]

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