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Post by Vos on Feb 27, 2016 4:21:54 GMT
Slapfoot watched as his brother painted himself. Good. He looked almost naked without his scars. "Whew."Technically that wasn't a word. Noises weren't uncommon with Slapfoot, but such defined tones were. Slapfoot gave a solid two thumbs down at Cut Up, playing by gladiatorial rules. If you wanted someone to live, you jabbed your thumb down. Cut Up knew this, though it undoubtedly looked odd to others. Slapfoot, in his boredom, had almost forgot about the wound, save for the reminder of his ever-growing dizziness. Slapfoot sat down, falling over probably wouldn't be the best idea right now. Cut-Up grinned behind his mask at Slapfoot's evident approval. The scarred vehicon would fold his arms, with his mask set to the distance as he stood by the wall. Now. He was repaired and fully functional, so, that meant he could do more things. Like flying, performing more acrobatics, and hunting better--hunting. Why did that word stimulate an urgency in Cut-Up? No, it wasn't because he wanted to kill a predicon...no...Stalaken. We need to find Stalaken next. Make this duo a trio. Pull the legion back together. Cut-Up remembered. His eyes would stop relishing how nice he looked and would begin to thoughtfully think of ways he could contact Stalaken.
:: Stalaken. This is Cut-Up---do you read?::
Cut-Up sent to Stalaken. He was using the old 409th frequency. It was something that all the members had access to. it was nothing too secretive or special. Any Decepticon could essentially pick up the signal if they were tracking Cut-Up and his friends. Well, any communications expert who was listening for some rogue vehicons to answer.
The vehicon would meanwhile review his inventory. He had two broad axes, some hatchets, his arc-blaster, his largest and most dependable axe, and his default arm weapons. Thank to them being completely restored, Cut-Up was now re-equipped with both grappling hooks, and frack canons. He was low on ammunition for the Frack canons, and some of his blades could use a sharpening. Meanwhile, the arc blaster looked like it only could take one more use. Cut-Up stroked his chin. He'd need more throwing weapons, and a few more explosives if he was going to get much farther. The hunter pondered on possible armories he could go and get weapons from. Breaking into the Nemesis for some weapons would not be worth it, that was for sure. Cut-Up believed perhaps it was time to think long-term. What would happen after he got Stalaken? Get Taggon too? They were in need of a plan...but, they were finding their way in this galaxy, though it was gradual, it was progressive.
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Post by Slapfoot on Feb 28, 2016 3:57:16 GMT
Slapfoot straightened as rigid as a pole at the mentioning of Stalaken, getting even closer to Cut Up, and stooping over, as if that would somehow let him hear the conversation. He wanted to see where this went. He wanted to see his brother in arms again. This was evident to all around him, and not just to Cut Up, as most of his expressions were.
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Post by Stalaken on Feb 29, 2016 13:48:06 GMT
Over the 409th com-link Cutup would hear a static response, “ This is Stalaken, I read you alright. How come you aint dead?”
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Post by Vos on Mar 1, 2016 12:05:11 GMT
Cut-Up blinked, as his old buddy said the first words.
'This is Stalaken, I read you alright. How come you aint dead?'
Cut-Up coughed for a second, Stalaken had hear him! Normally, Cut-Up wouldn't be chocked up about it to pause for a second, but it had been centuries since he had laid eyes upon his old brother. Stalaken had likely heard of his doings with the DJD---and maybe wasn't pleased with him. but perhaps, in the name of that old friendship, he was responding quick, and getting to his first question. Which was just classic of Stalaken.
::Long story short, I got angry, broke some limbs, sliced things, got fixed, and got found by our good friend Slapfoot. Can't believe he's alive either, come to think about it. How he's been pulling through the centuries is something I've yet to ask him.::
Cut-Up replied. His voice was slightly gruff, as it usually was, but Stalaken would definitely hear a minute amount of joy within Cuyt-Up's casual and outgoing pitch. Cut-Up would allow Slapfoot to lean in and hear the com-line, though he would consider motioning the bigger mech to get his limb fixed prior to getting Stalaken.
::What about you Stalaken? Seen anybody from the old glory days or done anything?::
Cut-Up asked, wondering himself. The defensive durable drone was a mech who was like a rock, he was quite stubborn with whatever he thought, whether he was wrong or right, and he was not the type of m,each to switch factions or change views in any sort of way...
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 1, 2016 18:39:10 GMT
Slapfoot herd a ping through the old frequency. His old comrade had been using it. Slapfoot wondered if Stalaken had given it to anyone else. The large vehicon opened up the frequency to send something, and spoke softly, as if he feared someone would hear him outside the frequency.
::Stalaken. ::
Slapfoot tried not to move as Punch Line repaired him. He wanted greatly to get out, and get to his comrade. But he needed to be in good shape. Knowing them, it wouldn't necessarily go without trouble. Where Cut-Up and Taggon were the proverbial Sword, Stalaken was the proverbial Shield. Slapfoot never knew what he was. He thought himself once to be a sword, as he was capable of great offensive measures. But he oftentimes instinctively defended his comrades, making him a shield. Maybe he was both. Or, he pondered, he was neither.
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Post by Vos on Mar 3, 2016 14:44:15 GMT
Cut-Up couldn't really blame Slapfoot for his eagerness to speak a word to Stalalken. The vehicon would wait as Stalaken paused, as if considering answering back to Cut-Up.
:: Brothers, it is too good to hear your voices again. Though I must say before ,you assume anything, I am not part of the Decepticons as of right now. They disagree with my methods of bettering the Decepticon cause but soon will see the errors in their ways. Now that that is out of the way Yes Cut-Up I have seen a few from our glory days. Chaff was actually alive until recently, and I have had a few run ins with Taggon. ::
Before thinking about Stalaken's report, Cut-Up couldn't help but give a nod at Slapfoot. While some members such as Cut-Up and Stalaken had indeed been tagged as the 'sword' and 'shield' of their group, Slapfoot, in many ways, was the hand that linked them to the body. Slapfoot was not their leader, nor known for great battle tactics, but the mech was someone whom all members could confide in. Slap foot's quiet demeanor had always been comforting to every member, so Cut-Up thought, though no one told him...rather, they'd just keep a thick demeanor of being quick to correct one another. Nonetheless, Slapfoot was a key piece in the Legion, whether he knew it or not. Slapfoot's trussing voice had most likely given Stalaken the all-clear for talking to Cut-Up...afterall, it had been a long time.
::Nice hearing you too. I heard a little while back that some 'surprisingly skilled' vehicon with shields gave about ten Autobots a run for their money, Primal included. Glad to see all these years a part haven't made you go soft. Now, where might you like us to meet?::
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Post by Punch-Line on Mar 3, 2016 21:13:05 GMT
Punch-Line looks up after finishing his work, hearing about a familiar 'Con name Stalaken. He approaches Cut-Up and asks.
Hey is that Stalaken? He's an old friend of mine you mind if I say something...I promise it won't take long.
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 3, 2016 22:43:45 GMT
Slapfoot quickly extended his servos to grab onto Punch's shoulder instinctively. When he realized he action, he let go slowly, and turned his focus back to Stalaken. Couldn't they just go through his subspace channel? Well, Cut-Up could. Slapfoot was too big. As he waited for a Stalaken to reply to Cut-Up, Slapfoot hummed something barely audible and looked around for the driller. It had come out of its hole. Slapfoot stopped down, and thought about what Cut Up said. He wondered how Slapfoot had survived all the years. Slapfoot ground his dental at the thought. Obedience. Obedience kept him alive. When the legion split up, Slapfoot found no reason to indulge in suicide missions, he went about as a regular vehicon. Looking back, Slapfoot was ashamed. To be the plaything of the entity that destroyed his brother. And for no purpose. Chaff's death was not honorable, and an honorable death was the only thing some Vehicons had. Slapfoot shook the thoughts from his head, continuing to hum, and slowly reached his servos out to hover the appendage over the driller.
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Post by Vos on Mar 10, 2016 12:32:01 GMT
Cut-Up chuckled, :: Coal would say that his grandmother would do better, then he'd go try to blow himself up.:: Cut-Up couldn't help but saying. It was true. Their first drill sergeant was a mad-mech who had lived throughout his centuries with the most explosive personality Cut-Up had ever seen. When the sergeant wasn't barking orders, he was testing how explosive resistant his armor was. Rumor had it among the 409th the sergeant had survived a nuclear air strike bombardment. A far-fetched tale--or was it? :: We should perhaps meet somewhere where we know others might go. Might as well get some Autobot thrashing going. Hmm. Or perhaps we could meet at Nevada, sending you the detailed coordinates now. A bit far, but, I think a city would be a great place to go. Who knows? Maybe we'll attract the attention of some Autobots and we can bash them around some. Like good ol' days.:: Cut-Up offered. ((Link: transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/1277/las-vegas-nevada?page=3 ))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 2:15:18 GMT
Slapfoot quickly extended his servos to grab onto Punch's shoulder instinctively. When he realized he action, he let go slowly, and turned his focus back to Stalaken. Couldn't they just go through his subspace channel? Well, Cut-Up could. Slapfoot was too big. As he waited for a Stalaken to reply to Cut-Up, Slapfoot hummed something barely audible and looked around for the driller. It had come out of its hole. Slapfoot stopped down, and thought about what Cut Up said. He wondered how Slapfoot had survived all the years. Slapfoot ground his dental at the thought. Obedience. Obedience kept him alive. When the legion split up, Slapfoot found no reason to indulge in suicide missions, he went about as a regular vehicon. Looking back, Slapfoot was ashamed. To be the plaything of the entity that destroyed his brother. And for no purpose. Chaff's death was not honorable, and an honorable death was the only thing some Vehicons had. Slapfoot shook the thoughts from his head, continuing to hum, and slowly reached his servos out to hover the appendage over the driller. The cyberworm raised its tentacles once he detected the smell of the vehicons moving, especially from Slap Food. Even if the vehicons looks different, or just like copies of themselves, everything that Driller can detect is the smell of everyone. The purple light of the room would help to camouflage the metallic grey beast in middle of the other objects of the room, but its big size would delete him. His mouth was dripping saliva as a sign of hunger. Looks the limb given by Cut up and the toe of Katrina was not enough to the infant beast. He move towards the four-arms vehicon with intentions to bite, but he didn't wanted to be aggressive, just claiming to have something to fill his stomach. Some dsalive drips hit the floor, getting it dirty.
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 14, 2016 13:49:35 GMT
Slapfoot withdrew his servos from the driller calmly. The beast was drooling quite a bit. Slapfoot opened up his subspace and quickly retrieved one of Cut-Up's confiscated hatchets and dulled its tip against his own blade. Once the edge was flat, he set it in front of the driller. Slapfoot stared at the driller, then looked around. Not much to feed it. He could theoretically chop up the berth and use it, but that was in poor taste. He he kept dulling and placing hatchets for the driller.
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Post by Punch-Line on Mar 15, 2016 17:55:53 GMT
Punch-Line would speak up.
Hey do you guys mind if I tag along with you guys. I really don't like staying in one place too long, and these guys don't mind if I go on the road to do some work. It's not like I'm really accepted in the Decepticons...they still think I'm dead.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 17:05:18 GMT
Staring at the beast and showing it hatches wont work since the visual range of Driller is practically none. Driller is more lead by the smalls, noises and vibrations. Instead to approach in an aggressive way, he would sneak slowly towards Slapfoot legs, grabbing him with the tentacles in a soft way before to get his head closer.
If slaap doesn't attack him with the hatches. Driller would continue approaching gradually and lick Slap's Leg. The only act to lick someone would calm his hunger temporally. But If Slapp decides to get him away. Driller would act really agressive.
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Post by Sydrone on Mar 16, 2016 18:54:31 GMT
Dynamite would turn away from Falter, after nodding his appreciation I would like to go on this assignment too. It would be an honour. he says, stepping forward.
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 20, 2016 22:21:11 GMT
Slapfoot looked down at the driller, then up to Dynamite. Weird mech. Though Slappy couldn't say much.
((Short post, stuff to do.))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 15:58:25 GMT
The Driller started to warp the Slap's body in a slowly way as he started to continue icking his body. It would look like if he were ready to eat him in any given moment, but at the same time it would look like a friendly game between the beast and the 4 armed vehicon. If Slap allows it, his torso would be covered by the driller hi is going for the neck.
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 22, 2016 21:46:13 GMT
Slapfoot quickly thought. Here was no way the driller would be foolish enough to attempt to eat him. Slapfoot realized that the driller may trigger his pede-hooks, and trash its internal organs. Slapfoot made a movement to place his servos on the beast's head, and slowly pushed forward. A gentle sign that it should stop. His hooks were delicate, and easily triggered. Slapfoot made it like that so that if someone were to grab his heel, they would be impaled of the vehicon's reflexes failed to do it. Slapfoot had no intention of feeding it another arm, so he reached over and tapped Punch Line. He jabbed the same digit at the driller, wordlessly signaling to get it food. Slapfoot wondered if the reason for its liking to him was because he fed it several times. He didn't care if he made a new friend, after all, they were in short supply for Vehicons, especially if they were continously dying.
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Post by Vos on Mar 29, 2016 1:01:44 GMT
Cut-Up watched Slapfoot becoming entangled with his new pet. Cut-Up would chuckle with some amusement, even after Slapfoot used one of his own hatchets. Cut-Up folded his arms,
"You're doing ti wrong Slapfoot. you need to establish that you're the boss. Whatever game that thing plays with you, make sure you win most of the time. Integrate into it that you're the one in command, and it will have less of a chance of eating you." Cut-Up said with clear amusement, "Those creatures are hard to tame. You've got a long, long way to go there pal." Cut-Up glanced at the mech designated Punch-line. This was exclusively supposed to be a vehicon get-together, but, if the mech came that probably meant some ground bridge access. He was also a medic, and it was possible Stalaken had injuries. Not likely, but on the off chance, it would be safe to bring the medic, as insane as he was. After all, the team no longer had Chaff or Graph. The two tech heads were gone. Even Gojj wasn't around. or, the last Cut-Up checked Gojj wasn't around...
"Alright, you're coming. Here. you set up a ground bridge for my friend to arrive at these coordinates." Cut-Up provided the rendezvous point to Punch-Line .
((The coordinates are the same in the link in my last post here. So basically just provide Stalaken a ground bridge if you're still in? ))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 17:47:36 GMT
The cyberworm would interpret the vehicon actions it like if Slapfoot were wanting to play with it. Since the driller is in a inmature stage, it would happily like to act ike a silly and playful puppy. When Slap got his servos on driler's head, the cyberworm purrs and nuzless as his mouth continue drippling oily salive.
As fast as Driller got happy, his mode changed at detect the smell of others again.
Then, he groaned at smell Punchline close from it. The beast would be blind, but it can clearly remember smell and link them with certain events, and it remembers that mech spraying acid on it mouth. Slap had the luck to have driller as an docile beast, but that wont by the same with the others.
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 30, 2016 18:40:58 GMT
Slapfoot smiled as the driller purred. He 'lightly' punched Cut Up in the shoulder to show that his method was fine. Though his version of light might bruise.... When th Driller slinked off and groaned at Punch Line, Slapfoot kneeled down and rested a calm servos on the Driller's helm. If anything happened, Slapfoot was there to protect the Driller.
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