108/Swifter Justice

**Grimlock has posed:**
    He had escaped, Grimlock hadn't expected that. He thought the 'Bots were harder than that, to let him slip right through their fingers, and for the new Prime to be injured in the middle of it all.

It sat poorly with the sore-headed Autobot. Poorly enough to drive him well into enemy territory. He wore only the scantes of disguises as he stalked the ruins at Kaon's edge, a level optic to the skies as he prowled, his bulk left ill-defined beneath a hefty cloak like one would wear out in the rust wastes to stave off the corrisive winds.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream is indeed free and did indeed escape. Fast and hard the Tetrajet enjoys every microsecond of his freedon after being held in the confines of a cell for what seemed like forever. Racing back toward Kaon the Second in Command's mind races with the things he has to do once he lands. But does he really want to land? With Kaon coming up, he really doesn't want to right now so instead he decides to circle the city.

**Grimlock has posed:**
It's hard not to recognize him; Silver, Red, Blue. Bright colors, eye catching. Flashy. A rumble sounds inside of the cloaked figure as he turns that yellow band upwards, it's light smoulders in the shadow cast by the hood.

This is a joke it has to be. He might as well be draggering a banner in a victory lap. Plates in his thigh shift and move aside with a quiet whine of servos and actuators. He wraps his hand around the pistol grip and draws his weapon free. With a sweeping motion of his arm, half of the cloak is cast aside, furled behind the mountain of one shoulder, allowing him to raise his arm and find Starscream's form in his sights. His arm tracks after him, he gives a bit of space for lead... and fires!

Twin lasers lance out of the dual barrels, the weapon bucks in his hand as he tries to drag the shots along Starscream's underbelly!

**Starscream has posed:**
Twin laser shots siddenly streak across the front of the Tetrajet and instinctively Starscream wing overs and pivots toward where the shots came from. Who would dare shoot at /him/ in Kaon? "Whoever you are, that was your only shot, mech." He fires in the direction the shot came from.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Lasers walk their way down the road towards him, their footsteps left in blast marks across the ground leading up to him. He hunkers down, a arm lifted, cloak drawn around him as if it weould be of any use! The shots riddle over him, punching through the cloak and sertting it ablaze where the lasers stiched through it. They found home beneath, a bark of pain as the figure rocked back on his heels, minor explosions blooming beneath the failing disguise.

The fire was spreading, racing along the weave of the tarp/cloak. His other hand emerged from beneath it, a massive thing that took up a fist full and tore it away from his frame, the flaming tatters of it cast away in a swirl of cinders and flame.

Grimlock, pock-marked with smouldering laser scores, he glowered up at Starscream and hefted his carbine once more, "You think that was all it'd take?!" he barked up and into the air before he answered the rattle of gunfire with one of his own. He thumbed a switch and opened up, lumbering after Starscream even as he streaked about overhead!

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream lazily avades the return fire and smirks to himself as he realizes his blanket fire did hit its target. The Tetrajet decends slightly to try and scan who is fireing at him. He picks up Autobot and a big one at that. Without a word he fires again and banks away to come back around.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    More lasers lance into, sharp and hot, they leave gleaming marks where they found his armor, super heated metal ringed by black scorch. It worked a screw of anger into him, his teeth grinding as he hustled towards the wreck of a building, roof collapsed, walls sagging. He pushed his back against it and checked the weapon's power cell before he stepped into view again and found the rocketing eye-sore in the sky, loosing another barrage of lasers into the air.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream gets hit. That wasn't what he was expecting but it won't do much good to try to deny the obvious. The damage is slight but as the jet banks back around and scans he is even more annoyed at being hit. Finally his scanners get a decent reading and he identifies the mech as Grimlock. <<What are you doing? Its Overlord you are suppose to be after!>>

**Grimlock has posed:**
    <<You think you just get to walk- fly free? You don't get a pass, everyone with that badge is going down!>> he replies through the void, enjoying the slight prize that came in the scorch marks on Starscreams hull. The first of many if he had his say. He let fly a few more stray shots, just to keep Starscream dancing in the sky while Grimlock jogged along into the road, trying to catch the Seeker on another attack run before he opened up with another barrage of laser fire, raking the beams across the sky.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream gets clipped again. The damage is slight but its still the fact that he got hit. The Seeker turns back toward Grimlock and heads for him. <<I get whatever pass I decide I get. Your precious justice system couldn't even keep me, your precious new Prime couldn't even stop it -- I will take the badge I wear, Autobot.>> he fires at the mech again.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Grimlock is getting the measure of those lasers by now... They hurt, working away at him, lancing across his thick hull like red hot needles. A bark of pain and he staggers, tripping himself up on the detritus of another wreck. His armor smoulders, smoking faintly as he pushes himself up. <<Not mine, Theirs.>> he claims, <<Mine is much more final, much quicker.>>

To illustrate his point, he wheels around and opens fire once more, trying to drag his fire across the wings of the tetrajet, for what good the stubby things did for aerodynamics in Cybertron's thin atmosphere.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream pulls up and over so to speak of the new laser fire that heads his way <<You were saying?>> he almost chuckles and levels out to fire again. <<Is this a warm up for Overlord or something? If it is you need a lot more practice.>> pew pew his wing cannons fire again.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    More lasers, they needle in, sharp, hot. Something inside him twists and inches towards awakening. He gutses it down, gritting his teeth, balling his free hand. It won't hel here. It wouldn't help anywhere.

<<If I wanted a warm up for Overlord...>> he growls, <<I'd go after a mech with more metal in his struts than you. All you've done is brag about being able to run away!>>

He kneels, bending a knee down into the grim and dirt.

Frum behind his back, just past his shoulder, something assembles itself out of him. It's the short, stout form of a launcher, the conical shape of a missile protruding from the barrel. A range-finder extends and he nuzzles his face against it, sighting against the Seeker. A green circle dances around him before it finally settles. With the pull of a trigger, he lets it fly, the backplast erupting from vents in a plume of exhaust as the warhead streaks away, chasing after the flier.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream gets plastered with a missle. Ok that hurt. <<I can do more than brag.>> he kicks in his afterburners and is gone.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Smoke fumed from the launcher, the vapors dispersing as he rose and allowed the launcher to be withdrawn back into the bulk of him. <<Yeah, I can see that.>>his voice fading to static as distance grew between them. No point in pursuit. his lasers wouldn't reach that far nore would the rockets. Turning, he lumbered back the way he had come.