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[Semi-closed/open] Don't attack the level boss alone, it's a bad idea.

WHO: Ramjet, Vector Prime, anyone else though the Vector/Ramjet fight is closed.
WHERE: A bit outside Haven, a hill has taken on a decidedly odd look ~~look he can't just sit around in the Badlands and enhancing it, it gets boring~~.
WHEN: Pretty much now.
WHAT: Vector is stupid, Ramjet whups some ass. Anyone else who wants to meet a thirty-foot tall, melty, evil jet?
WARNINGS: Violence, naturally.

The Badlands were all well and good, but that was established territory, and thus not very interesting. So Ramjet had found a tunnel-riddled hill (which he wasn't entering) and set about judiciously spending his time there.

It was starting to look a bit... wrong. Nevermind the area around the hill, which had strange holes and tears which didn't look so much "attacked" as just... lacking. He didn't really need to do that, but atmosphere was important after all.

Technically, Ramjet didn't even need to do much yet, as his mere presence was disturbing the reality around him, but he was getting bored, even if he could be patient.

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Vector Prime was used to irritation. He had come to deal with it, with the Lambda and the Badlands, both making his wings itch in the most unpleasant of ways - and him, itch to be free of both. It was only a small part of the reason why he fought so hard to cleanse this world, this dimension, but it was part nonetheless.

Another irritation added to that, though...

They were...not to attack, yet. Not until they had cemented their plan. To strike alone was foolish, he knew this, but surely- surely he could do something. It was just one. He was more than capable of handling himself in a battle against one Unicronian.

This was not his thought when he came across the tattered reality. His thought was only to investigate, but when the opportunity presented himself, well. Vector Prime knew restraint, but this...

He dropped, landing in a crouch some distance behind Ramjet, golden optics blazing in anger.

This was beyond unacceptable.

"Pitspawn."

Ramjet stood up from where he'd been sitting and turned slowly, spreading his arms as he did so, melting and reforming wings angled rather jauntily. He'd felt the Firstforged approach, like a bright, tugging bell-sound tearing across the sky. It was very annoying.

Looking the mech over, it didn't take long to actually realise who it was that'd come to pay a visit. Vector Prime wasn't the only one of them that necessarily could fly, but Ramjet could certainly recognize Vector as much as he did Megatronus.

Well, this would do.

This would... very much do, because who cared that this wasn't exactly the same one? Singularities meant they were the same where it mattered. What also might matter is that the Firstforged here are quite a lot taller... Well, it'd matter if Ramjet had to play by normal rules, but he doesn't.

"Ah, one of our dear creator's favourites. Vector Prime. It wouldn't do to call you old mech at the moment, would it?" He's laughing, just quietly, right underneath his vibrant, mocking tone which doesn't quite seem to mesh and die or even echo as a voice properly should.

Look at him, twisting and reshaping- it's like Amalgamous, if Amalgamous offended existence by simply existing. In comparison, Amalgamous stands besides Prima, to say nothing of everyone else.

Vector Prime scowls at this and the clear mockery, reaching behind him. His hands grasp a pair of hilts, then pull forwards, unsheathing the Blades stored at his back.

"I care not for your prattling. You will leave this world. Now."

A large part of him hopes he doesn't. It's part of his programming to destroy Unicron and related parties, isn't it? Would giving him a chance to flee be against this? Surely, it would be better for all of he could end his spark, right here...

Edited 2012-11-22 19:54 (UTC)

Two?

Ramjet regards those weapons, and then draws his own. Where it ought to steal a wing from him, since it is technically a wing-blade, there's merely the briefest flicker and settle from one wing as the blade appears. At the moment it's looking pitifully... inadequate not just against his potential opponent's height but also the size of those swords.

"Always intent on business, always busy, Prime?" Ramjet shifts, in more ways than one, tarnish that doesn't really represent the corruption of Unicron sliding over his frame in spots and blemishes. "And I think not. We've only just gotten started! Wouldn't do to leave now, with the tears not deep enough!" He flings one hand out, gesturing to their surroundings, Cybertron, Lambda and Badlands all.

His grin isn't physical, not yet, but it can certainly be heard.

Come play with him, Vector. It's just one single Unicronian, isn't it? You've probably not even paid attention to the Link and "Convoy's" warning...

He's disgusting. It's as though there's something more than Unicron there to offend the world. But Vector focuses on the matter at hand, frown deepening.

He's paid attention, of course, but whether or not he thinks such valid...

"If you will not go by your own will - then you will go by mine!"

And with that - he most certainly attacks first, rushing forwards and cleaving both swords in a horizontal strike.

Vector's tall enough, his reach and swords great enough that there should be no way that Ramjet should be able to defend against one, even less two strikes, paired as they are. But even on the defensive, his stance shifting to guard and take the hit head on, when the swords come down, Ramjet's wingblade flares...

And with the shifting, suddely jagged blade in the center, Vector's swords might not have hit the wingblade, but instead a glowing, near-painful extension. The air trembles, and does worse than die around the unnatural weapon.

"If you can make me, then!" Now, Ramjet's chin and the bottom of his mask slide apart, literally melt in strings of metal to grin, and the insides aren't metal, just swirling yellowish energy.

And then Ramjet disappears, reappearing up in the air above Vector and as much falling as doing a diving attack, the wingblade tearing a bright slash in the sky.

He might not have been able to teleport before, but if this is how his usual ability to traverse the dimensions are temporarily manifesting themselves, he'll certainly take advantage.

An insect, a locust, a plague-

It's the itch of the sensors within Vector Prime's wings that warn him as Ramjet teleports, and that give him warning - he only reacts, kicking forwards and off the ground as he gains height. He whirls around to face the smaller mech, expression tightened in to a focused grimace-

So he can block. And move.

Vector will simply have to be better.

He's quick to renew his assault, trying to see if he can give Ramjet no time to teleport, only time to try and focus on blocks and parries and Vector's quantum system is working quickly, taking in all the data it can to try and calculate the probability of a counter to this or a parry to that...

Ah, but can Vector be better?

If nothing else, he knows Vector well enough to be able to spot the similarities in fighting style, to pre-empt a thrust here or a slash there while at least somewhat avoiding what's unfamiliar, or where he outright miscalculates.

And even when he severely makes a mistake to feel the cold, vibrating burn of one blade cutting through his leg, the other still blocked, it doesn't even matter.

Doesn't matter, as his frame shifts and simply knits together as the blade passes through. He chuckles, then and presses up close, close enough the gathering, jangling discordance of uncreation might be missed long enough for him to fire it off.

How about that Vector?

There's a thin, cold smile of satisfaction when the blade passes through - a hit. A solid hit.

The smile disappears at the sight of the frame restoring itself. What...?

"Hhhnh!"

A close-mouthed cry of pain, accompanied by Vector whirling back, trying to get some distance so that he can glance down at the wound - a scorch in his side that looks as though something simply tore a chunk out of it. Like no injury he's no suffered before, and for the moment, it baffles him.

What in...?

"You'll have to do better than that, Vector. Rhisling alone bit deeper, cut sharper than this." Touching the closing wound, which reveales nothing that it should but rather just twisting blackness and intermittent flares of fiery energy in the wound itself before the "normal" outside restores itself.

"Ah, that." Ramjet grins at the obvious confusion, spreading arms and sword wide as he looks his opponent over. "The lit darkness outside the angles of reality eats it, Vector. It's gone now, that piece. Diminished." Ramjet chuckles and levels his sword at his opponent, ready to spring again.

Of all things...

The taunting raises Vector's ire, overriding his caution. His optics slit, the thin, cold smile he wore before now an ugly expression of abhorring. "It can be repaired," he growls, raising his swords, twirling them in his hands once before sinking in to a battle stance. "I cannot say the same for what my Blades will do to you-!"

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Speaking of which, they're glowing, just a bit. Golden energy moving from the hilts down, fully encompassing the swords-

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-and then he's rushing forwards once more, launching another aggressive assault. This time, when the blades cut through the air, they're cutting through more- they leave thin tears in their wake, ones that heal quickly enough, but Vector Prime is actually cutting the fabric of the very world in an effort to ensure that Ramjet won't be able to regenerate.

It's a small comfort that it's able to heal, thanks the power shunt, but Vector's counting on this to ensure that when he wounds again - it'll stay wounded.

Ramjet just laughs at that expression, the tone a clear invitation, even when he can feel the different quality of Vector's attack, even when he's forced - lets himself be forced - onto the defensive. His blade slashing bright, painful arcs through the air as Ramjet blocks, and parries, each time their swords meet, the wingblade becomes a tiny amount more... deformed.

Vector Prime might not remember what he said elsewhere, elsewhen, about two of the mechs right now present in the Haven. It might be better if he had, perhaps. Convoy Super Black, Nemesis Prime he'd condemned as the spark of Primus shard within him corrupted and dead.

Ramjet, the Herald of Unicron this version of Vector Prime was facing? An uncertainty to what the, perhaps former, cybertronian even was any more. Convoy was more flexible... was clearly not beyond the touch of Primus' light.

Ramjet, as tiny flicks of Vector's swords gets through his guard as the wounds bleed black light and nothingness, pulsing in time to a rhyhm that shouldn't be..? Unhealed they may be forced to stay, but out of those wounds, white and blue tentacles slide, nearly... shyly.

They don't belong here, and yet, on this twisted abomination, who's neither pure of spark or wholly Unicron's any more, even less Primus', they fit.

"Regretting it yet, Vector Prime? Angles, boxes, flows and time, what you deal with I am beyond!" The wounds stay unhealed as Ramjet teleports, diving down at the same time as he unleashes another beam of uncreation.

It's a lot stronger, a lot larger than the first one.

Vector Prime has tried to seek lost memory before. Ever since learning of his presence in other worlds, their presence, some of his time has been devoted to understanding such...

So far, nothing. His research has been forestalled, with the more pressing threat of the Lambda and the Badlands. Such thoughts have been reluctantly pushed back, in exchange for others...

The threats at hand do far more to take up his attention. Such as this one, which will simply. Not. Fall.

Ramjet is anathema in all senses of the world. His presence is abhorrent. And Vector Prime is learning, much to his dismay, that it may not be something he can handle on his own.

But he will not back down. Even as he grimaces in the face of his foe, slits his optics in the face of his power...

"I," he seethed, "am Vector Prime. And I will not fall, not to the likes of y-"

His words are cut off as he's thrown backwards, a golden-black streak falling across the sky.

"If I could turn back time~" The words have a rudely sing-song note to them and then Ramjet laughs as he watches Vector fall for a brief moment.

Then his expression focuses and he tosses himself downwards, teleporting at the same time to appear right above the larger jet, momentarily faceplate to faceplate.

"But falling you are, old mech. It seems time makes you less... arrogant. What a pity." A blue, clawed hand reaches out, just barely brushing down the sides of the Firstforged's helm before they dig in and Ramjet's wingsword stabs down and in, a last, parting indignity as Vector's own speed is the only thing to pull him off the blade as Ramjet pauses long enough to allow that to happen.

The crater's going to be gloriously large.

Beaten, but not broken; overwhelmed, but not yielding. Even as he falls, Vector's struggling to regain his balance, his posture, anything he can use to continue the fight-

The undeniably young face looks at Ramjet, distressed but not afraid. Whatever comes, though he may dread it, there is a determination there that will not break...

Even as he gasps at the grasp, and then outright screams at the final stab. There is pain there, and the damage takes its toll as he streaks downwards, grasping at the hole- no. The void within his midsection, the circuits and machinery that are simply no longer there but wail in agony nonetheless, echoing his cries...

At least, until he hits the ground. There is the sound of collision, of metal groaning and creating as the crater does not disappoint...

And then silence from the still, unconscious form.

He's on his way somewhere when he realizes he's not alone in the sky. Wing knows that silhouette, he's flown with Vector enough to recognize it on sight. And by the look of his trajectory, the Firstforged is leaving Haven. There's a certain wistful moment that slips by as he watches the huge jet disappear into the distance.

He shouldn't. There were so many reasons why he shouldn't. But his curiosity won't let it alone. And his rational mind is slowly delivering one good reason after another why he should. Deciding his task can wait he's got no reason left not to, so he points his nose in the direction Vector was headed and jets off.

He eventually loses the trail but it doesn't matter much, the clash of two powerful beings obvious from a far. Wing lands and watches the fight, awestruck, feeling like he should assist but knowing so much better. When the final blow fells Vector it shocks him senseless, his restraint breaking a moment, dashing from his hiding place and barely stopping himself at ledge's edge. He watches in horrified disbelief as the great mech falls, only the sound of the impact snapping him out of it.

He can't--won't--hold himself back anymore. Wing knows he has no chance against this agent of Unicron but maybe he can do something for Vector. He has to try. He's scouted enemy territory before, he has some skill in evading detection. The small jet leaves his perch and takes to the air, searching for Vector's opponent and a safe moment to approach.

Edited 2012-11-24 03:32 (UTC)

Drift's engines roar through the hallways of Vector's palace, revving with alarm at the broadcast from Ramjet.

::Wing,:: he comms, frantically. ::Where are you?:: He doesn't wait for an answer, tearing out of the building, on his way. ::How fast can you get there?:: There's no need to specify where 'there' was.

He's only just started his approach, trying to assess the situation. The familiar voice over his comm settles him a bit.

::Drift... I'm here already.:: He sounds a touch shaken. ::It...looks bad. How do we deal with this kind of power?::

The thing with singularities was that they were annoyingly stable. A few stab wounds an an uncreation beam or two wouldn't kill them. If Vector had fallen somewhere more isolated, or Ramjet had had more time, indeed, if he could be certain that the only thing that would be disturbing him was the tiny amount of regular sparks around, he'd have finished it.

As it were, when Wing approached, Ramjet looked up, gave him a wide, toothy grin and a sweeping gesture that easily translated to "all yours" and disappeared.

It'd take too long to kill Vector given that he wasn't the only Firstforged around, and Ramjet wanted to be prepared. So gather your benefactor, children of Primus... he got what he wanted.

Vector Prime is...in a poor state.

He's closer to unconsciousness than not, optics just barely holding a trace of color that suggests awareness. Not that he can do much with it - his processor is bombarded with damage readouts and system failures, to say nothing of the simple pain he is feeling.

This, very possibly, is the worst he can remember being hurt in a long time. Perhaps at all.

He slips offline, and then back on. Then off. Then back, systems desperately trying to push him to a state where he can actually fight back, or, worse - get away.

It's a losing battle. He can't even tell when Ramjet leaves and when Wing approaches.

[Blurr arrived there as quickly as he could after seeing Ramjet's videopost. If Convoy was right about Ramjet, and it looked like he was, then that battle was doomed from the beginning. His optic caught a glimpse of Ramjet disappearing and then Blurr scanned around he terrain looking for Vector.

When he found the FirstForget Blurr accelerated as much as he can to get to his side as fast as possible. Vector looked in really bad shape.]

Sir Vector....sir? [Blurr put a hand of his arm, tentatively.]

Drift saw Blurr race ahead of him, and skewed off to one side, slamming on his brakes. Yeah, what was he thinking? He wasn't a medic. He wasn't a jet. He couldn't get there in time to do anything useful.

::Worry about that later, Wing. Right now, you and Blurr can help him.:: And he can try, at least, to track Ramjet.

A wave of...something--cold and biting, that seems to leave a dark pall in its wake--moves over him when Ramjet makes eye contact with him. He's stunned for several moments as the herald of chaos flies away.

::I'll do what I can Drift.:: He's not a medic either, but he has to try. ::What about you? what's your ETA?::

Wing would shake himself to get rid of the creepy feeling clinging to his circuits if he weren't already in the air, but as it is his frame twitches. Once the danger has passed he spirals down to the ground, surprised to see Blurr there already, (though he supposes he shouldn't be). The damage to Vector's frame is...extensive, and of a form he's never seen before. He's not certain how much his first aid field triage knowledge will help.

Wing casts the bluebot a significant look of worry before moving alongside Vector's shoulder and helm. "Vector, sir..." He looks down into those optics, a gentle hand touching the helm's crest, letting his field echo his words of concern and comfort.

The sudden sound of an engine startled the blue mech and he moved in front of Vector protectively. He relaxed quickly when he noticed the familiar face in front of him. "He's leaking a lot I'm TRYING to find the main wound but there are too many."

It was true, Vector was in a bad way. They needed to move quickly. Thankfully his martial echniques required anatomy knowledge, though usually he used such knowledge to incapacitate mech, not save them. He's not certain if the Firstforged's shares similar anatomy, but it was a place to start.

He nods to Blurr then looks over the large frame. "Focus near the chassis unless there's large energon loss near the limbs. Defer to wounds where the fuel is warmest, that might indicate a fast flowing leak or a main line."

He has to be thankful for his days saving refugees during the early war too, and the fact that he'd opted not to delete the field triage knowledge even while safe in Cyrstal City.

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[Semi-closed/open] Don't attack the level boss alone, it's a bad idea.

IT'S A GREAT IDEA MAN I'M LIKE A LEVEL 2 EPIC I COULD TOTALLY SOLO

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