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Traveling through a battle zone to deliver medical supplies wasn't really her idea of a 'fun night out'. Then again, most thing Whiplash didn't were neither bright, safe...or ended in things NOT exploding. She was waiting anxiously at the docking platform as a Medic approached her.
"Courier Whiplash?" He questioned. His altmode marked him as a medical transport of some sort, red lighs on his shoulders and the red Crosses clashing against his Autobot shield on his chest. A dark green visor concealed his face as he approached, a package held in his hands, pristine as ever, while the rest of him was coated in dirt and grime.
She hopped from pede to pede, vibrating with kinetic energy absorbed through the day, ready to go. "You got it. Let me guess, Socket?" She questioned, saluting snappily. The overhead lights glared across her dark paint job, and she nervously patted at her riot batons. "This needs to get to where precisely?"
He paused, clearing his vocoder. "Kaon."
Dead silence followed for a moment, before she cleared her own vocoder, glossa running over her lips before sighing. "Let me guess--" she paused to sign off on the package with a stylus while she spoke, "--Special Ops medic needs extra supplies. Wonder who blew their fingers off this time?"
Socket paused to laugh, "Probably Chokehold. He has a tendency to do that. Any who. Get it there. Get it there fast. They need these supplies."
There was a moment where the Femme seemed to stare at him. There was a click, and her body started to blur. "Pft. I'm already gone."
In reality, she was already five or six kliks away, sonic dampeners activating as her pedes sped over metal, ground, and over ponds of liquid. Wind blew past her face as she slid her visor down to protect her optics with a free hand. Activating her comm, she continued to run, a cocky grin on her features.
-This is Courier Whiplash. I'm hearing you big bad Black Ops need some band aids?-
There was lazer fire in the distance. A battle was currently going on, meaning she'd need to step on it. Static blared in her comm link before the gruff voice of a mech reached her ears.
-This is Chokehold, femme you'd best have those medical supplies!-
She skipped around a collapsed building, leaving dust trails in her wake. -You know it mech! Im--
Whiplash was forced to cut the message short, lazer fire erupting around her. She'd slowed down in her efforts to not kick up dust, now having Decepticons firing down at her from the skies. "Slaaaaaaag!" Activating her commlink again, she continued to serpentine.
-I need some fragging cover fire here! I'm gonna be full of holes by the time I get to you! Who you got out there?!-
Her comm burst into noise again, and she was reduce to a whoop as she recognized the smooth vocoder in her audio. -Come on now babe. You know ol' Rig wouldn't let his favorite courier down!-
There was a distinct whining from in front of her, and she pitched herself forward, package under one arm while she vaulted up on her palm of the extended arm off the ground, pushing herself up, and -over- a burly mech brandishing a railgun.
Explosions rocked the area, and the battlefeild went silent for the time being. Whiplash was lying in a crouched position, panting and covered in coolant, oil and dust. She was in some kind of warehouse, rubble covering where she'd entered in. A mech approached her, dented, scarred and a patch covering where his right optic had once been. "Courier Whiplash I presume?"
She righted herself to salute, vibrating with the excess energy she built up, and disengaged her dampeners. As they whirred to a stop, she saluted, panting quietly. "Courier...Whiplash...reporting a package...General Hightower...sir!"
He saluted her back, and nodded. "At ease. You ARE aware of what you just did right?" When she nodded, he smirked, scarred lip components quirking up in a grin. "Nice job." As he took the package, he looked over his shoulder.
"BlastRig. See to the courier. And...try not to break her."
The mech in question was wiping off his railgun, grinning like a maniac. "What I tell ya femme. This new prototype was the best I---WOOFPH--"
He was cut short as the minibot tackled him, pinning him to the floor. "Duh. Why else do you think I took this job?" She patted his cheek.
"Now then...hows about we go about trying to fix the glitch. It had a .15 second delay and that made me worry---"
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