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[Text] [Transmission Originating From: Vectorian Sector]

One of the creatures has gotten into Vector Prime's temple. I cannot keep it occupied forever.

Requesting assistance.

[He's grateful that's it's only a couple feet taller than him - he can compensate for that - and for the fact that he was built to be as flashy as he is. He can keep the ugly thing interested in him.

But... well, half the people he knows warned him to call if something happened, and this is definitely something.]

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[Boxing bots seem to be a new thing for most of the people here, so it's probably lucky that Noisy Boy is willing to talk - well text - about it at length. Just not under these circumstances. And while he may not be used to multiple limbs flailing at him all at once, he was designed to intake visual data and translate it to fighting solutions. At the moment those just happen to be defense only. It's probably better that way, anyway: illegal fight moves have been his downfall in the past.

The shouted name - 'meathooks?' - doesn't particularly distract Noisy Boy, but it apparently gets the attention of the monster. It manages to trip him at it reels towards the winged robot. He's already picking himself up when he hears the question and gives a big, obvious shake of his head.

If this thing flies, he hasn't seen it do it yet.]

[Slipstream may never have been so displeased that a plan is working. Great! She is so smart the thing is lurching toward her. Not that she is really afraid of it, being she is larger, but she is used to strategies for fighting aerial battle, or acting in stealth, calculating how other warriors will react. This is- well, monster fighting.]

Hey! Purple! You have any goals to take this one alive? [She knows some of the Big Bots wanted specimens. And she can kill the - probably organic - thing, once she gets into position-

A large meaty club of a limb swipes at her, proximity sensors don't even consider it a threat. But, then the momentum of the swipe sends the creature into a curious stumble that rapidly brings the back of another appendage flying toward her knee, tripping internal alerts. Bigger robot: take out the legs! She should have seen that coming.]

At this rate, it'll just stagger off the edge of the platform! [If there are forcefields below, she doesn't know. She spins herself, putting her back to the boxer.]

[Noisy Boy shakes his head again, pulling up to his feet. He knows some of the FirstForged wanted live specimens, but... it really seems like a better course of action to just get rid of these. And he's not in the mood to impress anyone, right now.

He watches her take the hit to the back of her knee and spin to correct it, but his optics areback on the monster shortly after. There are forcefields down there to slow falls, not that the boxer has tripped off the edge yet to know, but he can't bring himself to be concerned if it falls off the platform. So long as it's taken care of...]

[There is time in the movement to acknowledge the small bot with a nod. It doesn't make sense to have the malformed monster head right back to the temple entrance, so Slipstream turns again and walks backward toward the edge.]

Over here, genius!

[Slipstream weighs the options in her CPU: shoot here, subdue, toss over an edge. But, in that time, the monster is looking from the purple boxer to Slipstream and back. She has to decide, before it does.]

What would Starscream do? [The words are spoken, but quiet. Starscream would probably rush up and claw the thing open, but given the monstrous arms, Slipstream isn't ready to risk close-range combat, even if it is only ten-feet-tall.]

[So she accidentally-on-purpose dances the rest of the way toward the edge and throws herself down, gently.]

Oh! What will I do now? I probably look such a helpless and non-imposing target! Over here! [She throws the back of one gauntlet against her helmet in some feigned fainting feint. Hopefully the monster can't spot hammy over-acting.]

[While Noisy Boy is not the sort to simply give up on a fight, but in this case... he knows he's out of his league. Literally; he's at the upper limits of height regulations but everything here is taller than him. He is willing to go still and let this Cybertronian take care of the problem.

He watches for the time being, trying to make himself a less attractive target for the monster...

Which is simple when Slipstream is playing the helpless damsel. Even if that acting is kind of awful. Even Noisy Boy can see through that. At least the monster can't, taking the offered bait and heading straight for her.]

[Slipstream shutters one optic in a wink, just to make it more obvious she's acting. She wouldn't want anyone to get the idea she's genuinely helpless or that it has anything to do with the slight difference between herself and her template.]

[As the monster moves ever closer, in its curious, off-balance manner, Slipstream continues to play helpless. Wait, she tells herself. Wait. Then, as it swings a fleshy appendage, Slipstream sweeps its feet with one leg. The blunt, swollen appendage scuds just over Slipstream's faceplate as the monster twists in the air and falls headfirst from the ledge.]

[Noisy Boy offers a single, slow nod as an affirmative. He's a smart enough bot to figure out that she (and odd concept for him, he hadn't seen female robots before coming here) is hardly as helpless as she's trying to act. Otherwise she wouldn't have answered his call, likely.

He watches the thing tumble over the edge, trotting closer to peer over himself. He's hoping it's gone for good.]

[Slipstream turns and looks over the edge. She can see the monster moving down there; it's not dead. But it is no longer a threat.]

It's alive. Guess there's some safeguard. But, it doesn't look like it can climb back up.

[Slipstream only looked to the boxer for a moment, before returning to tracking the monster. She saw something like walkways and lifts, probably to allow friendlies to get back up, but this particular monster didn't seem to have either the intelligence or agility to make use of them.]

Maybe I could call and see if the Big Bots want it.

[It's still there. Huh. Must be in case someone falls - there aren't any other barriers here, after all. But it's not smart enough to find a way up. Noisy Boy is going to call this a TKO and leave it at that.

He looks back up to the Cybertronian for a few moments and nods. Might as well call one of them; some of them are looking for live ones of these things, aren't they? And this one is definitely still alive.]

[Slipstream stands. She turns to one side to look at the boxer.]

They're in charge, so it doesn't hurt to do them favors, right? You'll get all due credit, of course.

Do you have a designation? Like Boxbot5000 or Slipstream? My designation is Slipstream.

[She's not sure the bot talks, though comprehension and text communication don't seem too difficult.]

I am Noisy Boy. It is nice to meet you, Slipstream.

[It's a burst text transmission - the most he's figured out so far - but it works.]

Some of them are looking for live ones. I do not know how many others have been captured, but this one would be simple for them to retrieve.

Noisy Boy. Guess that's one of those ironic nicknames.

[Shrug.]

Don't know if anyone can get cuffs on that thing, but maybe a leash? Think the acolytes have something?

Noisy Boy is my name. I have heard others call me Noisy for short.

[He's not questioning your name even if he could.]

They might. It would not hurt to ask them. And something to bind its limbs.

Boy could be taken as demeaning. [Nod.]

Why don't I see about the call, and you check with the acolytes? [She taps her helmet, as if expecting Noisy to understand the gesture for comms.]

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