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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 31, 2016 20:31:35 GMT
"The Prime himself... or rather.. herself. Found out that glitch is now in charge of the Autobots, its the biggest contract of my life and some good sweet personal vengeance against her."
*She gets a pipe out and lights it with her hands, she smokes it a bit, it was full of wood to burn and the smell of sage filled the air.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 0:34:58 GMT
After those attempts of the cybertronians to look friendly with the driller, the beast would only pick the metal pieces and the rest of the food with its tentacles and goes to hide. Their smells means danger inside the cyberworm processor, since they are related with those attacks against him/her/it. Driller would drag towards a hidden place composed by a narrowed space. Driller would be really large, but it's slim too, so, he would position itself to fill that small space. It feels warm and comfy since a part of the ship engines generate a bit of heat through the walls.
Driller would eat its food in there and growls towards the group f cybertronian, It was a warning if someone tris to touch it, Driller would react violently.
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Post by Vos on Feb 3, 2016 7:58:14 GMT
Cut-Up blinked at the femme's words, before she pulled out a pipe and begun to smoke it, just like that. She was going after the Prime? That was a bold move. Cut-Up thought it over several times, taking a minute to answer back.
"You predicons usually work the same." Cut-Up stated to Katrina thoughtfully. "In my experience with your species, you all seem to be so drawn to your natural inclinations, vengeance and anger being the biggest I've seen. Last time I checked, it doesn't end pretty for anyone. Especially the lone wolf." Cut-Up stated. He cocked his helm at Katrina. Then he thought back to his little show down in the communications center. He'd taken everyone on, no thoughts, no anything. Just slicing. Then again, the Decepticons had deserved it for following Backbeat, that maniac of a leader. His statement would probably draw a glance from Slapfoot.
"You have a plan to approach this Prime I assume? Unlike Backbeat, she is surrounded by people who actually like her, and prefer to keep her alive." Cut-Up asked casually. In his case, he was designed for full on smashing, and being beaten to a pulp. Just by looking at Katrina's build though, Cut-Up could take an educated guess at how she worked; probably worked best if no one saw she was coming, and she had a chance to deal a critical hit upon her enemies from behind. What was evident to Cut-Up was how this femme seemed to be bent on getting the Prime. To him, it was a rather typical move, though if executed properly, it could be successful. That was the problem though. Usually operations that dealt with assassinations of this level that worked were one in a million. Though perhaps this femme had the intelligence to conjure up such a plan, thus far Cut-Up had seen her apply nothing that hinted at a master-mind level of intellect. Yet she definitely wasn't stupid. Or she hadn't seemed to be so far.
The growls of the driller would be simply ignored by Cut-Up, and the mech would shrug at Slapfoot on his gesturing.
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Feb 4, 2016 7:01:13 GMT
*She glares at Cut-Up with the look of pure murder in her optics, how dare he called her a Predacon, despite that being exactly what she is. She found it an offence to be called a Predacon due to her hatred of the Predacons and her own clan.
Katrina was quite educated and intelligent, but her recent fumbles had taken a toll on what people saw her as. Good. Deception was good for her. She had a plan to draw Feenix out for a full out one on one and had figured out how too as well. She just needed to get herself back together and ready for the assassination attempt.*
"Don't you call me a Predacon, have we got it clear? And while I admit that species is drawn to things you have mentioned, I simply have a contract to carry out, as I said, the contract switched when a new Prime was crowned and now it taken on a whole new purpose due to it being Feenixfire Sunrise Lockheart."
*Wait. How did the femme know the middle name of a Leader that had no middle name on record, or any records for that matter.*
"Yes I have a plan. I need to draw her out on her morals and thus I need to target her family."
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Post by Vos on Feb 4, 2016 14:17:40 GMT
((Posting because this could get interesting.))
Cut-Up arched a brow at how suddenly fires fumed in the femmes optics, and how she would tell him in a acidic voice of how he was to address her, and that yes, she did have a plan. Cut-Up folded his arms as he leaned back on the wall right across from Katrina, with the ease of a veteran. He was now in his playing field, and whether someone screeched at him or tried to cut his head in half, he knew how to twist words to make his opponent get extremely furious.
"A contract? Katrina, I've been filling out contracts and I've been on the battle field for the last---when was it Slapfoot?" Cut-Up glanced at his vehicon brother. "Oh yes. I can't remember when I wasn't. Boasting aside though, let's face it; you just listed the full name of the Primal, or what sounds like it, and everything about you is screaming revenge." Cut-Up said, though his voice was not full of it's usual amusement when it came to infuriated people. Instead, his voice was a notch calmer, though it was full with a subsided-like flame, as if he could burst into a much, much more sarcastic mood.
"Call it what you want, but you've targeted Feenxifire for more than one reason. I'm guessing you and the Prime go a ways back." Cut-Up said, his optics steadily on Katrina. He felt like he had engaged in an arm wrestle with this femme, and that he was about to slam her servo down on the table, and show her how obvious it all was, and how in those few statements of hers, she'd given away a jackpot of information about what was going on in her head. He could then provoke the area which she was so clearly exposed at, until he had her screaming in rage and swinging at him then he would return fire---Cut-Up blinked, his optics toning down some in their challenging glow as he realized something; he didn't need to fight this femme, nor did he want to. Perhaps it would be best to keep his mouth shut, and withdraw from the possibility of such a melee. Cut-up simply exhaled at himself.
"Your plan. If that is all of it, I would not recommend applying it. Maybe you should pass up on the contract, and try filling it in when you can trust yourself to have a clear head, Katrina." Cut-Up told her. It was then Cut-Up mentally face palmed. That wasn't going to cool her down. What was done was done though, and he wasn't all that sorrowful about his comment. She was pretty angry right now anyways--or, more like it, had jumped into fury.
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Post by Punch-Line on Feb 4, 2016 20:56:06 GMT
*She glares at Cut-Up with the look of pure murder in her optics, how dare he called her a Predacon, despite that being exactly what she is. She found it an offence to be called a Predacon due to her hatred of the Predacons and her own clan. Katrina was quite educated and intelligent, but her recent fumbles had taken a toll on what people saw her as. Good. Deception was good for her. She had a plan to draw Feenix out for a full out one on one and had figured out how too as well. She just needed to get herself back together and ready for the assassination attempt.* "Don't you call me a Predacon, have we got it clear? And while I admit that species is drawn to things you have mentioned, I simply have a contract to carry out, as I said, the contract switched when a new Prime was crowned and now it taken on a whole new purpose due to it being Feenixfire Sunrise Lockheart."*Wait. How did the femme know the middle name of a Leader that had no middle name on record, or any records for that matter.* "Yes I have a plan. I need to draw her out on her morals and thus I need to target her family."Punch Finally got to looking over the wounds. After looking over the wounds he gave a quick glance up and took the pipe out of her mouth as she put it in. No smoking...it's bad for you.Punch then got to working on fixing the wounds on her roughly bandaged wounds on her midsection. Now stay still, or I just might....miss. Ah Ha HA Ha HA!
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Post by Slapfoot on Feb 4, 2016 21:42:52 GMT
Slapfoot, when asked by Cut Up, held up a hand with five digits outstretched. He closed his servos, and opened again, repeating for roughly twenty times. One could guess that Slapfoot was using a unit other than years, but what was unknown. A simple, 'a while' would have been better. Slapfoot thought. Lone Wolf. Kinda hypocritical. Slapfoot didn't notice the energon pooling up, or simply didn't care. He chuckled. Not at Punch Line, not at Cut-Up, but because he was thinking about what Katrina said. Denying her species and raging towards Cut Up. Funny. The chuckle was resonating, more frightening than most laughs. Then again, most things about Slapfoot were more frightening than most. He engaged he shut off part of his processor, having rested it enough.
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Post by Sydrone on Feb 4, 2016 21:54:00 GMT
Dynamite walks into the ship, locking optics with Death Wish, weighing him up. Looking at his strength. Death Wish. The, now slightly rogue, Decepticon said before bowing with his arm drawn diagonally across his chest You wanted to speak with me? he asks, standing back upright.
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Feb 5, 2016 7:09:57 GMT
*When the pipe was taken out of her mouth, she blinks and glares at him. She then yanks the pipe back and puts it away.*
"Fine, I won't smoke right now then. Just don't take my pipe again ok?"
*She then listens to Cut Up and narrows her ruby optics. She was a reasonable woman and to be honest, he wasn't wrong at all. The contract went from non-personal to personal very quickly after running into Feenix's son and finding out her own sister was now the leader of the Autobots. The herbal smoke had cleared her head a bit and she wasn't angry at all the questions or Cut up trying to put her off.*
"It isn't revenge per say. I just want to set the record straightand get answers, the contract kill is a bonus. And that's just a basis of a plan, my original plan was better until I realised the change in leadership. I only just found out for Primus' sake.
Alright. You caught me out. I am Katrina Sunrise Lockheart. I will give you a minute to figure it out."
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Post by Vos on Feb 5, 2016 15:06:36 GMT
Cut-Up restrained himself from smirking behind his helmet when he saw Slapfoot's gestures; They'd been on the field for ages. Cut-Up would then tilt his helm at Slapfoot, eyeing his wounds as the mech let a rumble of a chuckle loose. The mech would be needing some medical attention right after Cut-Up. The entry of another mech asking Deathwish if the leader if he needed his assistance reminded Cut-Up of how Deathwish was still a potential next generation Megatron.
Cut-Up would return his single yellow optic to Katrina.
'Alright. You caught me out. I am Katrina Sunrise Lockheart. I will give you a minute to figure it out.'
The femme just completed. Cut-Up's visible optic lost some of its energy, as if a small weariness was over taking the warrior. Cut-Up would look the femme up and down once more, as if analyzing her with more care. This femme was the Prime's sister. It was then that Cut-Up's mind seemed to open up a bit, and start to ask more questions about the femme, and though he would not say the questions, Cut-Up would simply stare back at Katrina, granting the room the absence of his voice for a little while. Cut-Up took some of the emotion in her voice for clear distaste. The femme still knew more than she said, that much was obvious, but Cut-Up would keep his servo withdrawn on who he was, and his own secrets as well.
"Family business. Seems to make gears go 'round these days." Cut-Up stated neutrally. "Hmm. Autobot leadership---I used to have names and ranks down straight in my DJD days, but now I just don't give a rip. I pretty much would swing an axe at the neck of any Autobot who has the audacity to think themselves a skill rating higher than 6." Cut-Up commented, introducing a small shard of idle chatter as he figured out what next to say to Katrina.
"Where do you plan to start this whole conflict?" Cut-Up would ask, "If you were to engage them, I would advise you'd do it in the caves. Not much room for your enemies to fly." Cut-Up said briefly, not really getting into much detail of what was on his mind.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Feb 6, 2016 22:15:25 GMT
Dynamite walks into the ship, locking optics with Death Wish, weighing him up. Looking at his strength. Death Wish. The, now slightly rogue, Decepticon said before bowing with his arm drawn diagonally across his chest You wanted to speak with me? he asks, standing back upright. Death Wish looked over at the newcomer. Yes, I will be right with you.Death Wish then continued to paying attention to the conversation. Meanwhile, SKyscrapper, the Kaocons scientist heard something that troubled him. SO he stood up and walked over to Cut-Up and Katrina. I too have relatives in Autobot leadership. Let me just say this Cut-Up, I would not advise underestimated the Maximus. He is smarter than most of us here in this room combined.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Feb 8, 2016 22:15:54 GMT
((sorry about the double post. I'm going to do an RP with Backbeat which will pause the revolution for now.
Cut-up Punch will continue to be doing repairs on you guys.))
A small alarm goes off on Death Wish's arm. He looks to a group of team members and then goes to the GB terminal to open the bridge.
"Amp, Predafreeze, you come with me. The rest of you stay here. It's our turn to execute order 39"
Death Wish opens the bridge and the trio goes through it.
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Post by Vos on Feb 10, 2016 14:36:11 GMT
((No condemnation. Cut-Up weapon philosophy here we go!))
Cut-Up would glance to another arrival at the sound of his voice, Cut-Up would turn, and listen.
"I'll be honest enough to tell you I'm related to the vehicon in Autobot lines. Long story." Cut-Up would say. He never bother saying the mechs name, since he was one of his kind. He was the only vehicon behind Autobot lines, and serving them willingly. "Autobots can be quite clever now-a-days--and really stupid as well. Take Afterburner. That little predicon is just a hot-head with parent problems, the way I see it. There's an Autobot I femme; yellow and black, her alternate mode that of a helicopter. I'd say she was the most ineffective combatant I have faced yet. Her dependency on her weapons that shot made her tactics quite one-dimensional." Cut-Up said.
The vehicon shifted against the wall, releasing a small cough, and realizing his optic lids were half shut. He was getting a bit tired. He had received energon not long ago--but only a small amount. Cut-Up would search for an energon tap, find one, and quickly plug the thing into one of the few openings in his protoform/armor. Energy would wash over him, and cause him to give a small grin in relief.
"I could comment on how her tactics reflect those of the Magnus. According to DJD files, all Skyspray does in a fight is pull a trigger and swing around his hammer. This Maximus though, I have yet to hear more about him, if you believe him smart then perhaps I look forward to engaging him in combat. I always enjoy a good fight." Cut-Up was sliding into his 'small talk mode'. He was the kind of person who could look five steps into a conversation, and open up plenty of topics and subtopics for chit-chat. It came with his own prideful thought-patterns, and his experience with talking hours away with Decepticon commanders.
"Tragic, how some Autobots have forgotten how to be true warriors. The run-of-the-mill fighting tactic is no longer the sword, but the gun. It allows any fool to call themselves a fighter, since any moron can point and shoot a gun. Whereas with blades and bows, one must have precision, agility, practice--gifts that are scandaled with the pettiness of this ages tactics."
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Feb 11, 2016 6:32:52 GMT
I have no idea where to start it. I have been on this planet for a few weeks at most. Any ideas would be welcome.
And you yourself sound like a Predacon Cut-Up, all your talk with swords and axes and how guns are the most dishonourable ways to fight. I only use a gun for my bounty jobs, otherwise I have my swords and knives.
You done repairing me yet Punch?"
*Katrina said, she didn't want to join with this rag tag group, she didn't see this so called revolution even remotely working and when it did backfire... well last she checked the Decepticon leaders were powerful.*
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Feb 11, 2016 7:49:35 GMT
(( Mind if Sunburst visits? ))
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Post by Slapfoot on Feb 11, 2016 22:22:26 GMT
Slapfoot chuckled once again and stood up. He moved over to Katrina and Cut Up. He felt like his brother was being much more open than usual. He smiled, and walked to stand behind his brother. He felt like, when with another standing behind them was best. Both literally and figuratively, it would make it harder for someone to stab them in the back. When help was given to him, he preferred they stand beside him, as equals. He thought back to the infant driller. It made Slapfoot look small. Kinda funny.
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Post by Vos on Feb 12, 2016 15:14:21 GMT
((I would never mind additional company, Afterburner. I would ask Deathwish though. This is his thread.))
'And you yourself sound like a Predacon Cut-Up, all your talk with swords and axes and how guns are the most dishonourable ways to fight. I only use a gun for my bounty jobs, otherwise I have my swords and knives.'
Cut-Up's audios perked at the sound of Katrina's last comment. Him? A predicon? "I am not a Predicon though. I am a vehicon, proud member of the 409th. Whether that Legion is shattered to pieces or not, I will say I am proud of it nonetheless." Cut-Up stated, perhaps a little coldly.
"I may sound like a predicon because in my time hunting--I mean, training, it was obvious that if one is to concur a predicon, one must take the means of making oneself the superior predator. Act faster. Think faster. Adapt. Be stronger. Or smarter. And always have a trump card." Cut-Up never really gave his absolute details of how he massacred the predicon kind back on his home world.
"It is these simple methods that one can best a beast of any caliber. What separates me from most predicons, is that I am alive at the end of the day, and they are dead or defeated." Cut-Up said. Then frowned behind his mask at his statements. This was not really working. "Reason why I had to specialize in this kind of thinking is the amount of dinobots that were appearing. Hunting individual targets or packs down was essential." Cut-Up went on. he wasn't lying. One reason the Decepticon brain-washers had let him keep his memories was because he knew how to deal with more powerful enemies such as Dinobots and Predicons...and that his fondness of tracking and killing them would give him a bloodlust that would be suicidal. They'd twisted him in the smallest, but in just the right ways so he would be the killer they needed. Cut-Up was his own mech, however, he was bound to have blood lust thanks to his thought-pattern hindrances.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 23:23:50 GMT
The driller listened the conversation between those cybertronians, but as a beast, it isn't able to understand a single fragment of their words. Once his digestive system allowed him to move around, and to see those people, distracted. The blind animal smelled the air and moved his long body outside towards the group. It wanted to know if in there is another source of food. Driller looks less aggressive, but it would reply in a violent way without a warning, why? Because the Driller's point of view is totally different, and maybe a sign of sympathy would be turned into an agresion.
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Post by Sydrone on Feb 13, 2016 15:24:33 GMT
Dynamite just leans against the wall. So... these were the Kaocons? Dynamite analyses them, there were a couple of Vehicons, Cut-Up and Slapfoot, along with a Bounty Hunter, whom Dynamite did not expect was currently part of this cause. Katrina Lockheart. There had been whispers of her in the Decepticon Temple, where Dynamite had ran his own Sub-Faction, before the Assassins had all but wiped them out. Dynamite and his second in command, Viroid were all that were left of the Knight's Temple, but Dynamite believed they were now known as... Templars... anyway, then there was Death Wish. Who had just left. Great. Dynamite just extended his hidden blade, polishing it, before saying Doesn't anyone want to know where he's going?
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Feb 15, 2016 21:09:29 GMT
"Lovely. Real lovely. Now I must leave and bid you farewell, thank you for rescuing and repairing me, I have places to go and places to be. If you need my help."
*She hands the three of them a business card.*
"Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me."
*After Punch had finished attaching her new feet, she gets up, she wobbled a bit and then starts walking slowly to the bridge controls.*
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