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Post by RedOptics on Dec 21, 2014 0:29:00 GMT
Diamond paced in her room, waiting for a so called 'info moment' from her sister. Yawning, she had forgotten about the time and sat on her berth, bright blue optics and bio-lights glowing harshly against the darkness. Her optic lids drooped slightly, symbolizing her loss of energy, and in need of a good and well deserved recharge after a long day.
"Tired?" A voice said over her spark link, "Sorry for being late, I couldn't get into my quarters for some time."
"Hey Halberd." Diamond spoke, stifling her exhausted tone. "Anything of use?"
"Not much. Actually, I've been out all day and couldn't gather any info. Plus I think Megatron wasn't planning anything today." The older femme on the other side spoke solemnly, not really wanting to stay up this late. "You should really get some recharge. You may be able to hide that certain tone in your voice, but I can still feel how you feel."
"Right, yes, well in that case, g'night sis. Stay outta the big brute's way, got that?"
"The last thing I need is advice from my little sister medic. Knockout's enough." Halberd chuckled then the bond was blocked off so no interference could occur.
Finally. Diamond thought, stretching across her berth, but still not being able to catch some recharge.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 21, 2014 14:35:03 GMT
From outside the quarters of the about-to-rest femme, a knocking could be heard.
The knocking was more like a pounding however, since it was a dark colored drone pounding on the door, demanding the person within get up. The drone then ceased his pounding, and then waited for the femme to arise. He had gone through all the quarters, and recognized everyone else's room, save for this one.
The Autobot was not only doing a small check, but he was planning on examining the new recruit, since the Autobots had seemed to be getting a lot of those recently. Knowing how newbies worked, the mech had some energon grades stored in his subspace not only for small negotiation, but for the sheer sake of in case the femme was having resting problems, and needed a pick-me-up. The drone gave one final round of actual knocking, to make sure that the femme would answer the door. Newbies had a usual bad habit of slacking, and the drone intended to eventually fist as much of that newb out of this femme after he saw who she was, and what she could do. Perhaps this was not getting him in the best graces, but the mech had made his decision, and already he had acted upon it.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 21, 2014 19:12:38 GMT
Diamond jolted well, more awake I guess, in response to the pounding. Groaning softly, she slim femme hung her legs off the edge off her berth and stood up, stretching her electro-muscles. And heard another pound on the door.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm coming." She called, fatigue in her voice as she walked over to the entrance. She opened the thick metal door to reveal the mech, "Oh... hello." The femme tried stifling yet another yawn. Her optics narrowed due to the light outside. "What brings you here... uhm..." She asked, not knowing his name. Diamond's glowing designs were dulled due to lack of recharge, and it looked like she was struggling keeping her optic lids from closing.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 22, 2014 0:12:04 GMT
The mech kept himself somewhat in the shadows, so that his own features where not distinct. He seized up the femme as she came in, and how her lights were dimmed. She had over worked herself on whatever task, and she was sleepy. This wouldn't do. The mech's larger and obscured frame finally presented itself as he took a step forward, revealing who he was. It was a vehicon, with wen whitefish silver and a jet-black paint job, and his v-shaped visor glowed a deep dark red. The only thing that may keep the femme from drawing her weapon or yelping would be a a slightly broken but very well polished Autobot insignia on his shoulder, and curved scar under the left part of his visor. The mech remained silent for a moment, before he finally broke the silence with his voice.
"I come here to see a new recruit. You are that new recruit, and I would like to know precisely what makes you so tired. Resting hours passed Oh-four hundred hours ago." The mech said, his voice was not one which mocked her, but not one that respected her either. His voice was firm, yet calm. The mech then subtlety drew a knife, and began to sharpen it on his forearm, even though at first glance the blade looked perfectly sharp. The vehicon's emotionless visor was fixed on the femme, waiting for her to reply. To him, the Autobots needed everything but slackers, and rookies who didn't know when to do what at the right times.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 22, 2014 0:40:01 GMT
Diamond, remembering an event that almost happened like this before, stood her ground and quickly scanned the Vehicons features, noticing the insignia quickly, then remembered Halberd telling her something about her team. Since the symbol was damaged, she guessed it was put over top another.
Her face was expressionless as she held her ground. "Please, come in." The femme motioned him inside, deep down she was honestly a little unsteady from the blade. "To answer your question, I have been waiting for a... delivery is all." She had to think of something, for she didn't want to be untrusted as an Autobot. "Now if you please, put that lethal item away." She wouldn't question why he did that in the first place, or why a Vehicon was an Autobot.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 22, 2014 1:18:47 GMT
The vehicon could tell by the femme's speech that she recognized him in the sense that he was an Ex-Decepticon. It was something all Autobots just instantly looked and tagged him as. It was as if there was a giant sign above his helm, 'ex-con, don't touch,'. The vehicon knew he was the first vehicon to join the Autobots, and he also knew so many of them were still uneasy around him, despite how loyal he had proven himself. It was just how things worked, he supposed. The femme's reaction was expected, and the vehicon calculated that she really wanted the door shut and him walking away now.
The mech just stared at the femme with his dark red visor, as he ceased sharpening the knife. He examined it as he spoke to her once more, "This is war shiny. I may be not someone you would trust first sight, but in my experience keeping a weapon handy is the best choice anyone can make." The vehicon said, but stayed outside of the room. She probably wouldn't want him in any way after what he had just so calmly stated. It was easy for the vehicon to be calm when nothing was happening like this, and he was beginning to think this femme didn't like war, and was more of the peaceful type in the Autobot ranks. She is definitely a rookie. The way she is slow to draw a weapon indicates she is not too eager for a fight. Perhaps she will fight if necessary though.
The vehicon finally spoke again, "I am Corporal Taggon. I am here to see to it that Autobot rookies are in shape. I recently read your file, and I recently discovered that you seem to be new around here." Taggon said in the same tone he had been regarding her with this whole time as he reached into his subspace, and pulled out a low grade of energon. "Now fuel up. You are going to need it." Taggon said. It was clear that he was not to be negotiated with much in this instance. Time to begin straightening her out. See what she's made of. Then I will go from there.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 22, 2014 1:35:47 GMT
"Keeping a weapon handy for your rank is, indeed, handy. But I simply only want to seal wounds, not create any." She bowed her head in a respectful manner, not wanting to anger or irritate Taggon. Judging by his actions, her own movements were probably common. "You were expecting something else," She added after a long pause, "weren't you?" Taking the energon from his servo lightly, she didn't look down at the fluid, not trying to make him think it was poisoned or anything of that matter.
Diamond knew that he could be trusted, judging by his rank. Her fatigue would slowly hide itself, "Is there a problem?" The femme asked, noticing the way he stood and clear that he was thinking. "Considering that fact that you won't accept my hospitality is all. Also because you don't seem to be quite finished."
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Post by Taggon on Dec 22, 2014 1:50:26 GMT
Taggon lightly raised his optic ridge behind his war-mask some, and listened to the femme's reply. She too had some people person observance, and Taggon could see that that feature made her singled out then a few other rookies. Taggon continued to sharpen his knife, while some mechs or femmes smoked out of habit, Taggon worked with his tools out of habit. He constantly wanted them ready for anything, including dealing damage if he had to. When the femme had finished, the vehicon took his turn again.
"I do not expect much out of rookies. The one thing I do expect is eagerness to assist your faction." Taggon said, he didn't bother saying if he saw it or not. If he was going to be teaching her a few lessons, the first would be to have some slight nervousness, since total confidence may allow pride to get in the way. Taggon didn't ever state why he didn't except her hospitality either, it was the fact that he had yet to know her, and a rookies hospitality being excepted would make them think that they had a few things under control that they didn't, or it would give them to prose or confidence boost. Possibly both.
"I am far from finished Diamond. The war is far from finished too. Now accept the fuel, and follow me." Taggon said. In his subspace he still had a few rations, so when he spent a few more days on the battle field he could take in some more fuel himself, even though he was an Avacon. Thus the vehicon turned around, and began exiting the hallway with the quarters.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 22, 2014 2:08:13 GMT
Diamond didn't speak, she didn't hesitate to follow the order, the Energon in it's clear cube sloshing around and taking a small sip. Her armour shined from the well light corridor, the blue tips of her servos gripping the cube firmly.
The femme forgot about her tiredness and starting thinking. How did this Vehicon enter the Autobot ranks? She remembered that most Vehicons were programmed only for serving the Decepticon cause. 'Most.' To much thinking in one night, all she had to think about was where Taggon was taking her. Should she start asking questions? That would probably ruin her reputation, it was her dream to become a medic of any sort, the kind of femme that was never tormented... the femme that was never hated long ago. Don't let your past affect your future Diamond. Be the strong femme everyone expects you to be. Hiding emotion saves you... most of the time.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 22, 2014 12:34:35 GMT
Taggon knew every Autobot always scuffed at him, despite his rank, and always someone was uneasy around him. Rumors of spies had been poking around the base, and Taggon had no doubt that he was one of the sources of these rumors. Of course he himself always made sure that there were no spies...if he was suspicious of anyone he usually read their file, and then grilled them if he was suspicious.
Sopme of Taggon actually enjoyed the fear that was in the air around him, and another part was quietly dismayed. He was supposed to be one with the other Autobot drones, who were supposed to accept them along side their other brethren. Taggon knew this rookie was going to have questions, but he wasn't going to just bring the topic up. He would test her patience and nervousness on the matter, and wait for her to boring up the topic. Taggon radioed in a ground bridge to Australia, without looking back to the femme who was so obviously following him. He could hear her footsteps, as an ex-black ops Decepticon, Taggon was intent on being mindful of his surroundings.
The green swirling vortex lit up the room, and the outline of the vehicon was made clear to the femme behind him. Taggon still had his knife unsheathed, and he twirled it in his servos professionally as he disappeared into the green. The avacon corporal kept his optics forward, sensing some relief coming on. He was finally going outside.
((To the Australia thread.))
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 22, 2014 19:38:00 GMT
Diamond was cautious as she followed him through the ground bridge.
The femme hasn't travelled this way in a long time, despite the fact she has been in stasis for most of her life. She was watched the different colours swirl on the sides of her vision. It wasn't much fun to stare at another bot's back anyways. The vortex reminded her of home, of how the buildings would sparkle and the crystal roses to glint brightly. She missed it, but barely. Nothing would ever happen, and everything there was either too delicate or too sharp or too hard. Diamond never wanted to be anything of the usual ranks, only a medic.
The war destroyed everything she knew though, her family, her friends, her mentors. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Once through the bridge, she studied the atmosphere. Red sand, rocks, dryness. "Uh, I apologise for my curiosity, but where exactly are we?"
((You can answer on the thread))
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 25, 2015 23:59:55 GMT
*After a battle in Newtok and a drink in the bar*
Diamond opened the door for her quarters and walked into the darkness, her biolights illuminating the space around her. She set down her shrunken scythe on the desk then walked over to her personal wash racks. After she cleansed herself of her and her sister's energon, in which had been splattered on her chest at death, she then sat on her berth and began to patch herself up with a simple medical kit she had obtained a while ago. Her cuts and bruised electromuscles were half-healed thanks to a normal body-controlled healing process Cybertronians had. She decided to leave the scratches on her face, since it was a constant reminder of what she had done. Might as well let everyone know who her sister was. A decepticon could never truly change deep down. Wrong. She was more of an Autobot than anyone here. Vos changed her, and he WILL pay. She corrected herself. Halberd was messed with, eternally, and that would never be forgiven. It had been a long day, and Diamond just wanted to forget everything and rest. So she set down the kit after patching herself up and laid down, closing her optics. Recharge, recharge, why won't you recharge..?
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 6, 2015 21:25:26 GMT
Diamond entered her room but hesitated at the entrance. It was dark, and dusty, obviously giving off the clue that she had been gone for a long time. With a sigh, she closed her door but did nothing more except walk in front of a reflective surface. She inspected her face and ran her servo over the glowing markings. It upset her, angered her. This was not Diamond. Smashing her fist into it and shattering the image, she studied her claws in the red and orange glow that her face and optics gave off, realizing that Vos had changed more than her shell finally. The con vibes has shaken her and infected her with that urge to kill. Trying not to get teary eyed or punch another hole in the wall, she instead over turned a table, scattering items to the floor with a loud crash. Taking a moment to gather herself, she went and sat at her desk to grip her helm. Diamond started thinking about something then, everyone hides, and she said that she wanted to hide, So why not hide behind a mask...? That's it! She would fashion a mask to hold these feeling back, to help her respect what she now is.
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