<DIV id=398 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:27:11 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-grudgingly heads to the nearest exit to the

<DIV id=398 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:27:11 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-grudgingly heads to the nearest exit to the outdoors, processing his orders from Lord Megatron on his duties as guard for the night- ::I hope you came prepared for a long night ahead of you.::</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=403 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:28:16 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#000f99><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*tip toeing behind him, absolutely terrifed of him, and hating every second of her being. * ::S-sure. Whatever you say.::</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=418 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:30:12 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-unimpressed, has to resist the urge to roll his optics upwards. long night indeed...- ::Then let's get this over with. We'll start nearest to the base and travel outwards until we reach the furthest reaches of our perimeters, then return to repeat the process as long as necissary. Think you're capable of that?::</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=425 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:31:39 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#069900><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>::Yeha. Sure. Lets just go. :: *is totally as far away as possible from him, keeping a safe distence betwseen her and the freakishly large Decepticon. *</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=434 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:32:41 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-waits till he's far enough away from the base before transforming, not a second later and he's taking off to the air to cover the skies- ::Just try and keep up. You do your job, I'll do mine, and there shouldn't be any problems to report.::</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=462 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:34:38 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#990043><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*grumbling under her breath, she doesn't bother to answer him, and just starts covering the ground below him, keeping up with him and his annoyingly snarkish attitude.*</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=511 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:37:51 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-has his scanners on full, managing to survey any air traffic as well as some lower activity since he really doesn't have that much confidence in the femme to speak of-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=537 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:40:47 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#999000><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she scanned ahead of her as far as her sensors would go, grumbling to herself and cursing Megatron in her head. Foul, foul 'Con. She wasn't picking up anything unusual, nothing was going off the radar with her sensors, and she assumed everything was fine with him as well, since there was no comunication from him, not that she minded...*</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=579 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:45:16 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-isn't too overloaded with joy himself, but pretending she doesn't exist seems to help him to deal with the fact he's working with her. hasn't picked up anything much either, not that he'd expected to, since not much has happened in a couple weeks. still...that sudden thought makes him wonder if this is merely just overly good fortune...or an omen. looks like Decepticon paranoia is setting in early- ::Femme, status report so far.:: -he pauses, waiting, but...for some odd reason only picks up static. the line can't be dead, can it? he's picking up her signature just fine-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=601 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:47:50 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#005f99><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she was bored, and the silence was killing her. She thought about comming him, then decided against it. Then for it. Then against it. Then for it. Ugh. She hated him with a passion but seriously, she was distracted rather easily and scannign a blank horizon was beyond boring.* ::How goes it up there?:: *she blinked, then forwned...static? Seh could hear him just fine, she could sense him on her radar just fine...* ::Blackout...?::</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=609 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:51:02 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-mentally frowns, not liking this one bit. as super advanced, mechanic beings from outerspace nothing should be able to interfere with his communications...especially when nothing else seemed immediately affected. cautiously he makes to land, making sure to do so close to Firestar. he may not want to have to do anything with her, but he's a warrior first and foremost, and there's always a bit of safety in numbers...or at least a backup shield in the form of a femme if need be-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=614 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:53:22 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#030099><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she squicked a little bit as Blackout landed near her, but shoved her fear aside and approached him with a little frown on her face. * I can't comm you. My communications are all slagged up.</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=626 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:55:49 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>I know. Even at this distance I can no longer keep a private line open for you. -pauses, checking something- And...I'm having difficulties getting in contact with the base or anyone therein. It can be done, but it's...not stable. There has to be something nearby that's jamming our systems. -peers around carefully, shutting down certain tasks that aren't required and puts the extra power towards his defense mechanisms-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=630 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (8:57:28 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#009993><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>...I'm having the same problems. *she was trying to keep a steady line open at the base, but having trouble iwth it, just as he'd stated. Something wasn't right, and she was beginning to be a little leery of the situation.* You...don't think...</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=644 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:00:50 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>...I'd say let us hope not, but such a thing is ever fleeting. -starts checking off some of his weapons, getting them online though not immediately powered up, not wanting to appear too jumpy- I'm not picking up anything on radar...no heat signatures, no anomalies, shaded areas....things appear clear. -which obviously means things aren't, in his book-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=647 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:02:28 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#009993><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>....*she quietly brings her own weapons online, trying not to appear a sjittery as she feels.* This is wrong. Somethings wrong. Communications don't just -jam up- randomly. Not both of us, anyway. *she glanced over at him, trying one more time to comm him.* ::Blackout?::</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=679 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:05:44 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-doesn't even flinch, obviously having not recieved any messages. he tries one more time to shut down anything he doesn't need, wanting to dedicate as much of it to his primary systems- ...and it's very quiet.</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=692 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:07:38 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#008499><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>...Yeha. It is. *voice is a whisper, he obviously isn't getting her comms, and she mimics him, dedicating all her power to her primary systems, though she doesn't know shes copying him. Optics shift and take in everything around them, noting the lack ofa breeze, or any movement whatsoever..* Maybe...maybe we should head back...</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=732 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:13:57 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-gears and metal shift as he arranges it so that his EMP weapon appears and starts slooooowly backing up, making slight half circles to make sure he covers as much as possible- As much as it pains me to agree with you, perhaps it would be bes-ARGH! -there's suddenly a million spot light-like flashes coming down on them, and having not expected it his optics - which had been on at full capacity for night vision, are completely whitewashed-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=749 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:16:33 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#189900><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>Hoshit. *immediatly brings her weapons up in front of her, blinking her eyes against the sudden light, her eyes in pain due to the fact that she'd had everything set on nightvision, and the bright lights making everything horribly, horribly painful. * Ugh...what the-...</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=793 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:21:20 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>Less questions, more action! -snarls, hating the fact it's taking so loong for his optics to switch settings and become more shaded. brings every single threatening device on him to fully automatic, guns kicking on and his defense systems turning over to offensive. can hear the enemy moving in closeby, from feet walking in the brush to something akin to vehicles moving over the ground-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=802 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:23:11 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#001b99><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she can hear them as well, though she can't really see whats going on in front of her, she brings everything she has on line, pushing more nergy into her shields * Start firing! They're getting closer! *she knew his weapons were more likely more powerful than hers, she was made for speed and stealth, not front line battle *</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=819 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:26:12 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-is already way ahead of her, his EMP gun releasing a powerful blast that has trees being uprooted straight into the air and a couple tank-looking cars turning over. his scanners tune into the insignia upon them, and when he realizes it's Sector 7 his efforts seem to quadruple. if they wanted to make a come back they were going to have to <I>want it</I></FONT><I></I><FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2> real bad, because he sure wasn't going to just give it to them!-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=820 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:28:18 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#000699><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she started firing the nanosecond before he did, her short, powerful blasts coming in little bursts as she did so, unflinching at the screams as her shots hit their mark. There were so damn many, she tried to spread her firepower evenly to take them all out, but she was beginnng to feel overwhelmed, especially with the shots they were firing back.*</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=829 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:31:21 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-grunts as the humans manage to get in two consecutive hits, aiming right at the head. though they missed the ammo and its shrapnel become embedded in his neck, the repairs that had just been made last night not withholding. he ignores the pain and the feel of energon dribbling down his frame, fighting through it like he's fighting the organization, barreling through their ranks...but sadly, the more he seems to kill and destroy the more that is seems to be replacing them. he didn't understand it...how could they have hidden so many in such a small area? so close to base?-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=833 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:33:28 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#150099><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she grunted as the shots hit her, slamming into her body and ripping through armor like tinfoil. She ignored the pain as best as she could, until one shot smashes near her spark casing, severing most of the repair work Soundwave had done. She dropped to a knee, but continued to fire, her back still at Blackout's, attempting to cover his rear as best as she could * Too damn <I>many</I></FONT><I></I><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>...</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=859 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:38:21 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-is trying to do the same, if only so that it's one less thing for him to pay attention to, but it doesn't seem to matter. they're getting whammed on both sides despite their efforts. he would make an attempt to transform and just fly the slag out of there with Firestar, but the enemy wasn't giving him a single moment to spare. it was either shoot or be shot to bits.- Such insects... -hisses, trying to make a sweep with his weapon, but as always they just replace the fallen- If I try to make a path, can do you think you could be fast enough to flee? -still can't get communications up as well as he'd like-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=863 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:40:28 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#995600><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she was trembling with the pain of her spark casing being half shot out, and she stood up, wobbling a bit as she continued to fire.* I...I don't think so...If you could  get a moment to change, you might be able to though. *she was leaning heavily against his back, using him for support, uncaring who or what he was at the moment, the only thing on her mind was what was happening and that she was probably going to wind up dead *</FONT></FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=878 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=localName><B class=screenname>JazzBabySays</B><AIM:timestamp> (10:44:46 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT face=Arial color=#008000 size=2>-turns to give her a once over, a couple rather colorful Cybertronian curses managing to escape him as he notes that she's definitely not going to be moving anywhere fast- They've got us pinned, I can bar- -hisses as he's struck again, this time roughly in the shoulder, chips and bits and pieces of his armor even going so far as to fall off. growls, firing off another powerful round- I...oh slaggit all to the Pit...-it's the last thing he can manage as he spots the familiar weapon too late, a white bolt of pure energy coming right at them. Blackout certainly never stood a chance, and as every sensor in his frame goes haywire he collapses to his knees...then he shuts down completely-</FONT></DIV>

<DIV id=898 style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"><SPAN class=remoteName0><B class=screenname>pinkbikerbot07</B><AIM:timestamp> (9:49:04 PM)</AIM:timestamp>:</SPAN> <FONT color=#840099><FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000 size=2>*she had turned to him at the same time he'd turned to her, optics dimming and brightening at him as she tried to speak. She saw the flash of white light, and her words nearly echoed his as she spoke her last coherent  phrase of "Oh, fuck." She felt the blast rip through him like water, slamming into her and sending everything in her body reeling. She felt her whole CPU spazz out, systems shutting down i nthe most painful way possible- involuntarily- then she was gone.*</FONT></FONT></DIV>