Fangs Out!

Breaker, Breaker this is Bravobird! Are you looking for a few bogeys to be dropped? Drop me a line. My resume goes like this. I don't got any affiliation. Just tell me who you want dropped. Need some muscle? I'm your helo. I got no NFOD and skills that need to be used. Over and Out! TFP AU OC, tracks the tag HOMOCOPTER!

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Going to the freak show!

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  "Hotel Sierra!" Bravobird exclaimed as she looked at the hologram. "I should have brought some drain cleaner…. you should have said something sooner. I don’t like working with people who bounce details like this. Even if they are unpredictable boogeys… would have liked to know so I could arm myself appropriately…" She was starting to get a BAD feeling about this mission now and was, somewhat, grateful for bringing Aurous along. 

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Aurous studied the hologram with a predatory glare. "Child’s play…" He muttered to himself. "I will strike them down with ease." He scoffed. these creatures seemed beneath him, but who was he to complain when there was finally something to fight?

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With a sigh Wildcrash rubs the back of his helm. “There is a weapons room in here, so pick what you want. If you need anything in specific we can make a stop.” He looks over at Aurous blinking. “Don’t underestimate them… They can be quite the trouble and they alert the other bots.”

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"Good. I'd hate to have my fangs sink into the floorboards and buy a farm." she muttered. Glancing towards the weapons room and walking over to it. A quick glance and she grabbed a trident. That'd do. Good grip and whatnot. "Yeah, Shoes. Want to be careful. 

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Going to the freak show!

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Wildcrash tried to keep himself calm. He obviously wasn’t expecting them to follow his instructions, he could only hope. Once he got the ship up and running he turned to them. “I can’t really tell you…And it’s not because it’s some kind of big secret.” It was. “But because the bots in here are pretty unpredictable but violent. They outnumber us easily. If we want to do this as quiet as possible. You got to avoid any trailfrights.” He sighs and shows them a hologram, it consisted on a torso of a bot, with claws and sharp denta. “They are but a torso but move quickly and screech loudly. They don’t talk, you can’t reason with them. They are in the vents, so make sure you really are not spotted. I don’t know how many of them are.” 

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"Hotel Sierra!" Bravobird exclaimed as she looked at the hologram. "I should have brought some drain cleaner.... you should have said something sooner. I don't like working with people who bounce details like this. Even if they are unpredictable boogeys... would have liked to know so I could arm myself appropriately..." She was starting to get a BAD feeling about this mission now and was, somewhat, grateful for bringing Aurous along. 

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Going to the freak show!

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He didn’t have to be told twice, he had dealt with those kind of bots. He did liked the show of pride he possessed. “Please to meet you, my designation is Wildcrash.” He frowned a bit, hoping it didn’t come to fighting their way out. “Well if you two follow me, I’ll get us to our destination quickly. The ship we are breaking into ha a unpredictable pattern, don’t want to miss it.”  

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"Wilco." Bravobird said as she followed along with Wildcrash. "And just so you know, Shoes," She turned her head to address Aurous, "we're supposed to be stealthy. And I guess he doesn't want us killing anyone unless it was a last resort." Although she intended to probably do it anyway. A dead enemy was not going to be a problem, unlike a incapacitated one that could become a problem.

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Going to the freak show!

Part of him was nudging him about this. This is a bad idea, a pretty bad one. Not because of where he was breaking into but the bots that were coming with him. Keeping the shuttle hidden while waiting for his guesses, he was beginning to regret this decision.  Maybe he should tell his team, maybe he could work with them but then he remembered they knew next to nothing about this and he wasn’t allow to reveal it. Best action, get other bots just for muscle. With a sigh he spotted the two bots coming towards him. With a sigh, he smiled and waved at them. 

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Bravobird waved at him as she got closer. 

"So, this is the nugget I was referring to. Aurous. He'll be my co-pilot here for this job... he'll talk your audio off about how qualified he is." She made a dismissive gesture. As in, don't make him start about how great a spearmen and whatever he is. 

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I called this nugget of mine. Spooled up as Foxtrot to sink his fangs into some bandits. He'd be great muscle.

Very well…Hmmm…Do they need payment too?

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Noooo He's paying for his bunk on my momma so. No need. You pay me and that's like paying him!

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"Alright then, hop in and let’s go. THe ride might be boring but I will let you know when we get there." He stands on the ramp waiting for her to get in first.  Which after such he goes in himself to get the shuttle off towards their destination. 

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She follows him inside. Boring ride, maybe. But she'd find a way to pass the time. Even if it was with asking questions or checking internal weapons over and over. It had been a while since a job, or at least felt like it since crashing. "You probably won't have to, I'll be so boresighted on the horizon I'll see it before you!" 

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  "Uh…It’s a bit classified…But I will need you to be both muscle and guard." He looks over at her. "But I would like to do this as quiet as possible too."  He activates the ramp to the shuttle, looks a bit rusty but it sure still runs. "Come aboard Bella, Bella is the shuttle by the way"

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"Bella? Interesting Callsign…" So secret but needed there to scrap someone… she was definitely glad she grabbed her EMP grenade. "Well I don’t care what you do for this job. Just wanted to know what you need ME for. As long as I get my payment, I could be helping you break into Trypticon." Which was sort of true. It would have to be pretty high payment though.

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"Thanks…It’s what I used to call someone…" He smiles at the shuttle. "Really dear to me…" He shakes his helm and looks over at her. "You will get your payment, and if worse comes to worse, shoot to kill."

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"Rodger that!" Shoot to kill, that was an easy order. "Only maiming boogeys and disabling. Easy!" 

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  He smiles upon seeing her so excited. He checks himself to make sure he has everything he needs. “Oh yes follow me.” He motions for her to follow him closely. But also being wary about the other femme. Due to certain meetings he had with Swiper, it has become reflex to look behind his back. That dirty thief. 

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"Wilco!" She follows along, rotors fluttering in excitement before they settle back down. "So why are we breaking into this bird. Really, just wondering, what you need from me. Am I muscle, do I need to stand guard?"

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"Uh…It’s a bit classified…But I will need you to be both muscle and guard." He looks over at her. "But I would like to do this as quiet as possible too."  He activates the ramp to the shuttle, looks a bit rusty but it sure still runs. "Come aboard Bella, Bella is the shuttle by the way"

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"Bella? Interesting Callsign..." So secret but needed there to scrap someone... she was definitely glad she grabbed her EMP grenade. "Well I don't care what you do for this job. Just wanted to know what you need ME for. As long as I get my payment, I could be helping you break into Trypticon." Which was sort of true. It would have to be pretty high payment though.

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"Wildcrash." He smiles at her and punches in in the coordinates. He does keep himself in guard, having working with a femme he’s never meet before. That and the fact that mercenaries didn’t have that much of a good reputation. "You can call me as you wish."

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"Rodger!" Oh boy she couldn’t contain her excitement. Something to do! A job! A REALone! She grabbed a EMP grenade and strapped it to her hip. Just in case. She then bounced into the Space Bridge.  "Wildcrash will do fine for me. So where’s this hangar queen we’re going to be boarding?" 

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He smiles upon seeing her so excited. He checks himself to make sure he has everything he needs. “Oh yes follow me.” He motions for her to follow him closely. But also being wary about the other femme. Due to certain meetings he had with Swiper, it has become reflex to look behind his back. That dirty thief. 

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"Wilco!" She follows along, rotors fluttering in excitement before they settle back down. "So why are we breaking into this bird. Really, just wondering, what you need from me. Am I muscle, do I need to stand guard?"

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"Wildcrash." He smiles at her and punches in in the coordinates. He does keep himself in guard, having working with a femme he’s never meet before. That and the fact that mercenaries didn’t have that much of a good reputation. "You can call me as you wish."

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"Rodger!" Oh boy she couldn't contain her excitement. Something to do! A job! A REAL one! She grabbed a EMP grenade and strapped it to her hip. Just in case. She then bounced into the Space Bridge.  "Wildcrash will do fine for me. So where's this hangar queen we're going to be boarding?" 

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Okay now he must give her a job. Even if it doesn’t sits well with him. He is always the one to help out a bot in need. With a sigh and a back of his helm he thinks of something she can help him with and it clicks.

"Okay I need assistant. Breaking into a ship. But I must warn you the bots in it are not so…easy to look at or even fight. Like the challenge?"

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Praise be!

"No problem. Like it says, I ain’t got a FOD. Take them down, no matter what they look like. Breaking in is something I have a little experience in!"

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"Alright so umm…Give your coordinates and I’ll open up a space bridge. We will take my shuttle over there. Bring anything you need. But also be light." 

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"Wilco!" Exciting that she actually gets to DO something instead of wait around hoping for someone to come along. She sends her coordinates. Travel light? Maybe just bring her person. She's got enough weapon to take out some unsavory boogeys.. 

"What do I call you? I realize I never caught a name."

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Okay now he must give her a job. Even if it doesn’t sits well with him. He is always the one to help out a bot in need. With a sigh and a back of his helm he thinks of something she can help him with and it clicks.

"Okay I need assistant. Breaking into a ship. But I must warn you the bots in it are not so…easy to look at or even fight. Like the challenge?"

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Praise be!

"No problem. Like it says, I ain't got a FOD. Take them down, no matter what they look like. Breaking in is something I have a little experience in!"

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He blinks, it is amazing he can understand her, she pretty much almost talks like his medic Houston. 

"You need work?" Hmmm He rubs his chin, maybe if he sees what she can do it will change the bad taste he has from just seeing her then again he has that from everyone that come close to little Wavey.

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POSSIBLY A JOB? 

"Yeah! I need juice- I mean energon, and some parts for my crashed ship. I'll work for that. Especially juice because I got a few predacons that have teamed up. Long story. But I can do anything that don't require getting down in the spaghetti. Heavy lifting. Bandit hunting. Hell, I'll go dig up a beach if it means supplies." 

Someone is a little desperate for things. 

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[Stares]

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He tilts his helm and stares at the femme, he’s seen this femme talking to some of his subordinates. Specially Wavey.

"What exactly do you do?" 

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"Merc work. Bounty hunting. I'll sink low enough at this point to be hired as intimidation...  work hasn't been so Bravo Zulu..."

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[Stares]

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"...I keep feeling like all my jobs are going tits up.."

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