Post by Amura on Dec 30, 2020 2:05:47 GMT
Good girl. Backfire relaxed in his chair and breathed out an audible sigh of relief. He was sure that his work would be undone for a moment, though he was surprised that she had spared him and saved him from the Hopeknaught's rounds. She chose not to kill him, but also didn't relapse into her old self. Odd.
Amura charged forward like an animal, her clawed peds leaving marks on the metallic ground. Though the two-wheeler's words still rang loudly in her helm. His voice replaying in her processor in an endless loop. Because I do know you. Impossible. Because I do know you. Shut up. Because I do know you. Stop it!
We were—
"SUBJECT 11 PAY ATTENTION!"
The femme just barely heard the shots over her thoughts and leapt to the side on instinct, though her lack of focus did result in a bullet landing in her right knee. Great, I just got feeling in my right arm and now my knee's out of commission. Warnings played over her audio receptors reciting the damage, though she quickly silenced the warnings continued to charge. The ache in her knee-joint was nigh unbearable, though she continued to push herself. You're a durable little thing, she could practically hear her master's voice in her audio receptor. We built you to last. She ran in zig-zag pattern as he continued to open fire at her, the bullets whizzing right passed her helm and grazing a bit and pieces of her form though the femme remained resilient.
A roar of an engine did snap her out of her thoughts as she skidded to a slight halt. The mech had transformed and was no speeding Primus knew where. "Stay on task Subject 11." Amura turned her attention to the pipe. She had heard that Cybertron was connected through a series of underground passages and secret tunnels, or so her master said. If she knew the Hopeknaught, and she did, he was no doubt prepared for her attack. Looks like I'm going to have to get creative.
The femme tore at the ground until she disappeared beneath it, she tunneled underneath the ground so quickly her claws began to gain a orange hue due to the heat of the friction. The scent of the Hopeknaught lingered just above her. With the a snap her servo popped from the ground aiming to wrap itself tightly around the Hopeknaught's ankle, trying it's best to sink in his metal mesh to gain a proper hold on him. You aren't getting away from me this time.
Hmm, points for creativity. Backfire rose a brow at the footage. Though it sucks I can't see anything. He stared at the black screen with a less than pleased facial expression though he could still hear the struggle. Oh! I'll have that custom Predacon hide yet! AND a helm to mount on my wall, oh joy!
Amura charged forward like an animal, her clawed peds leaving marks on the metallic ground. Though the two-wheeler's words still rang loudly in her helm. His voice replaying in her processor in an endless loop. Because I do know you. Impossible. Because I do know you. Shut up. Because I do know you. Stop it!
We were—
"SUBJECT 11 PAY ATTENTION!"
The femme just barely heard the shots over her thoughts and leapt to the side on instinct, though her lack of focus did result in a bullet landing in her right knee. Great, I just got feeling in my right arm and now my knee's out of commission. Warnings played over her audio receptors reciting the damage, though she quickly silenced the warnings continued to charge. The ache in her knee-joint was nigh unbearable, though she continued to push herself. You're a durable little thing, she could practically hear her master's voice in her audio receptor. We built you to last. She ran in zig-zag pattern as he continued to open fire at her, the bullets whizzing right passed her helm and grazing a bit and pieces of her form though the femme remained resilient.
A roar of an engine did snap her out of her thoughts as she skidded to a slight halt. The mech had transformed and was no speeding Primus knew where. "Stay on task Subject 11." Amura turned her attention to the pipe. She had heard that Cybertron was connected through a series of underground passages and secret tunnels, or so her master said. If she knew the Hopeknaught, and she did, he was no doubt prepared for her attack. Looks like I'm going to have to get creative.
The femme tore at the ground until she disappeared beneath it, she tunneled underneath the ground so quickly her claws began to gain a orange hue due to the heat of the friction. The scent of the Hopeknaught lingered just above her. With the a snap her servo popped from the ground aiming to wrap itself tightly around the Hopeknaught's ankle, trying it's best to sink in his metal mesh to gain a proper hold on him. You aren't getting away from me this time.
Hmm, points for creativity. Backfire rose a brow at the footage. Though it sucks I can't see anything. He stared at the black screen with a less than pleased facial expression though he could still hear the struggle. Oh! I'll have that custom Predacon hide yet! AND a helm to mount on my wall, oh joy!