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Post by Vatimus Prime on Apr 2, 2017 6:00:45 GMT
((Sorry *Hydraxion* and Whitewash but there's a no OC in enemy base rule that must be followed. In his sheet, he is a decepticon, so he can't be allowed in.)) The groundbridge behind the predacon seemed to re-align to a different destination as Vating walks though, scatterblaster in hand. He walks up behind the Decepticon and sticks the Scatterblaster to his back. He spoke in a rough tone, clearly annoyed. "You! I'm giving you to the count of five to turn yourself around and go back through that portal."He then turned to the diplomat, not having given her a mouthful yet. "You! All business involving possible hostiles or Decepticons must be made outside the base for the safety of those within it."He continued aiming his scatterblaster at the Decepticon and pointed to the exit.
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Post by *Hydraxion* on Apr 2, 2017 7:22:43 GMT
((You do realize your pointing you gun at a Predacon in beast mode right? I mean I get the rule but, you definitely could've handled this better lol))
Hydraxion would growl and snap his three helms at the autobot. He was confused. He was promised help and was being threatened. His body would flare. Giving a warning roar not hesitating to attack should he need to protect himself.
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 2, 2017 15:26:32 GMT
(I assume this above is not happening in the control room, so I will be just passing through!) WheelSpin felt the soreness set in. His parts were begging him to have some rest, but his processor stubbornly insisted that he use the chance now, before the big Prime would have more for him to do. Part of it was also the data he had gathered about what would be happening that evening. A race. He could rest once that was done. Slipping past whoever was still in the control room he had the ground bridge opened to Detroit and then, as quick as he entered the Control room, he was out again.
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Post by Whitewash on Apr 2, 2017 17:40:24 GMT
"Stop this now. I invited him," Whitewash speaks up, "He's here to get that Decepticon badge REMOVED."
She pulls out a scanning badge and holds it up to Vating. While there's very little actual information on it, she scans as 'Diplomatic Corps'.
She taps a tiny button, and it flashes up briefly, 'Assessor and Councillor', which is the most information a non DC member will ever get on the DC. Then the words vanish again.
"He doesn't want to be a slave to the Decepticon cause, buddy. So let's not be presumptuous here."
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Apr 2, 2017 17:59:14 GMT
Vating lets out a long groan. There are tines he can't stand people, this was one of then. He looked at the badge and shrugged it off, she doesn't have authority over him.
"Yeah, and I have direct orders from the Prime to get him out. However, I'm not entirely against deserters coming to our ranks or anything."
He then turns to a flashing console to chexk on it really quick, seeing an energy spike in some desert. He smiles for a moment, then turns back to the pair.
"How about a little 'test' then. To see if he's honest. There's some energy spike in the desert, I'm gonna start preparing a team to move in and it'd make a good test for him. He doesn't stab us in the back, he can join. If he does, well... Let's not talk about the result."
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Post by Whitewash on Apr 2, 2017 21:29:47 GMT
"Well, that's not really up to me, is it?" Whitewash looks up at Hydraxion, "Sorry about my colleagues. Everybody gets jumpy in a war, you do understand? Vating has every right to be concerned I suppose... There is a war going on."
She shifts slightly.
"So, are you up for it, Hydraxion? A little check to make sure that the Decepticons haven't turned you into some kind of mindless slave? I sure hope so, or I'm going to look like a right tool for trying to help you..." she laughs.
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Post by Sparkflare on Apr 2, 2017 22:08:06 GMT
"What the hell is going on in here? I'm not exactly hearing or seeing sunshine and rainbows."
Sparkflare stated as he walked into the command centre, or the halls as it is most commonly known as. Sparkflare looked around, from what he could see he saw a sergeant, a Predacon Decepticon and diplomat. An odd mix altogether. It was unlikely that any of them would know that Sparkflare was the current Maximus. He didn't expect them to know of this information however. He wasn't promoted as publically as he was exiled. The question Vating had presented Sparkflare with still puzzled the mech. During Sparkflare's exile the thought of ever coming near Earth had crossed his mind. He had no reason to return to this planet. But from what Sparkflare was told by Vating, he did return. Perhaps he was destined to travel back in time again. It apperently has happened before. His chronometer did not match up with that of High Grand's. So Nova's theory could not be wrong. Or a joke for that matter. As if the last few months were not as wacky as Backbeat's motives for Sparkflare.
Snapping back into the harsh world that is reality, Sparkflare shook his head. As far as he was concerned, the situation was not making snese to him. Probably because he had just walked in on a scenario without any prior information that would help him understand the situation, hence why he had asked as soon as he walked in. But if he were to understand anything, it was that if a Predacon was growling, they did not have a friendly intent. However the situation has seemed to have been dealt with now so there was no need to intervene on that front.
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Post by *Hydraxion* on Apr 3, 2017 2:33:01 GMT
Hydraxion would transform and glare at Vating "If that is what it takes to help find my past then so be it. Don't ever point a gun at me again. I'm not very fond of them." He growls as he looks at Sparkflare now
".....who are you?" He would ask cautiously the growl still in his voice
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Apr 3, 2017 5:01:25 GMT
Vating had been mumbling on the comms this whole time and turned back to Hydraxion. He showed no serious anger at the predacon, eho can blame the guy.
"I'll point a gun at who I want in our base, that's just how it is. If I wanted to end you, you wouldn't be talking here now."
He then turned to Sparkflare, giving a quick nod.
"Ahh, Skyspray asked me to take care of the big scrap in front of me. I decided that if he wants to join our ranks, he'll have to earn it. So now I'm developing a team to scout out an unusual energy signature."
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Post by Whitewash on Apr 3, 2017 8:53:59 GMT
Whitewash rolls her optics at the mechs blowing off steam in front of her, "Of course. It's the only approach that could make sense," she's tempted to invite Vating to point his gun at her, but being rude isn't her style, "Trial by fire then, I suppose?" she asks Hydraxion, "That sounds like your style, my friend!"
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Post by *Hydraxion* on Apr 3, 2017 13:56:57 GMT
"Funny I could say the last part about you." He snorts at Vating not having any of his crap. He still eyes Sparkflare being cautious of the mech. I mean that's how you normally are with people you've never really met. So far Vating is the only one on his Scrap list.
Hydraxion flares his body a bit jokingly at Whitewash turning her way "I wonder what gave it away?" He chuckled
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Post by Sparkflare on Apr 3, 2017 16:34:29 GMT
"Sparkflare of Nyon, Current third in command of the Autobots."
Sparkflare answered when Hydraxion had asked. Sparkflare then turned his attention to Vating after the sergeant had stopped mumbling into his comms. Sparkflare wasn't pleased that Skyspray still hadn't replied to Sparkflare in regards to their much needed chat. So Skyspray could find the time to notify someone about an intruder, but did not the time to at least arrange a date for a High Command meeting. Nothing he could really do about it anyways. Sparkflare nodded as he listened to what Vating said. So the Decepticon insignia now made sense, the Predacon was apparently a Decepticon deserter. A bold claim to make considering all the growling Hydraxion was making today. They did not seem friendly. A trail seemed fair to perform. He kind of did the same with Skidmark when they met up on the path that would lead them to Quintessa. But what intrigued Sparkflare the most was this unusual energy signature. One could tell the Maximus did not like the sound of anything unusual as his initial reaction was him frowning.
"Unusual energy signature eh? That does not sound good. Count me in on this mission then. Judging by the sliencd treatment I'm getting from the Prime, I'd say I have some time on my hands to help on this."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Apr 3, 2017 17:41:21 GMT
I'd be quite surprised if you didn’t help out, Sparkflare. Vating, I trust you to do the same and bring your little friend. I suggest you leave now, this energy signal doesn't sound too good, does it?
The voice came slowly, casually, almost as if it was speaking to a group of friends rather than soldiers. Sky hadn't heard much except for the Latest part, they hadn't been exactly quiet. The prime slowly approached the group, his battlemask still equipped, only giving away the light from his optics. The otherwise light brown frame was shining, indicating that he had been getting repairs. He wasn't really surprised that there was a predacon in the base, but the predacon could find two big tank cannons pointed at it, and in case it knew what was best for it, it would do as instructed. Getting heavy duty AP shells through the body was never fun.
He thought briefly about joining their mission, but he felt as if he'd be a bit redundant there. There were already four bots going, they shouldn't need more, right? Instead he could focus on other tgings, which was what he'd do. For now he just waited while observing the world map in the room. Russia was dark, a bad place to be in. Hopefully they could put an end to that soon.
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Post by Whitewash on Apr 3, 2017 18:06:21 GMT
"Hmmm..." Whitewash is considering things, "This may sound contrary to the blindingly obvious, but I grew up near the Rust Sea. My alt mode actually works almost as well in sand as it does in water.
She transforms, and while she still looks like a boat, there are a few things rearranged so that she can travel in sand.
"It just doesn't fit in very well... I'm not what you'd call an exceptional fighter, but at least my meagre arsenal can deal with a scouting mission, if you'll accept me."
She smiles a little at Hydraxion's joke.
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Post by WheelSpin on Apr 3, 2017 18:26:51 GMT
Wheelspin broke hard when he reached the other end of the groundbridge that just opened in the control centre. He skidded across the ground a bit, made a spin and stopped. He expected to only see Vating on the other end and not... half of the base, some of it even that he had not met before.
...pretend like everything was as it should be, right.
He transformed and straightened, gritting his denta briefly, as the pain made itself known. It passed. "Reporting to duty, sergeant." He said glancing past Sparkflare towards the bot the called him here. He did not look at Skyspray either.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Apr 3, 2017 18:52:18 GMT
Vating turned to Skyspray and sighed a little.
"He isn't my friend Prime."
He then turned to the Groundbridge and crossed his arms, watching Wheelspin return.
"I don't even want to know anymore about why you're black. You can tell that later. Get ready to move into the desert."
He went over to the controls and opened up a portal to the location of the signal and went through first, weapon already drawn.
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Post by Whitewash on Apr 3, 2017 20:04:39 GMT
Whitewash transforms and steps through after him.
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Post by Thunder on Apr 3, 2017 20:45:21 GMT
Unfortunately, as the group stepped through they may not have caught the rapid energy increase within boundaries of Brooklyn, New York. That and the fact that the newcomer Thunder's spark signature had vanished off the grid at the same location.
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Post by Sparkflare on Apr 3, 2017 21:00:35 GMT
"Well... I am making a Sparkling protoform from scratch so that would be a reason why. Almost finished though. Just a few things I need to get. I'll need to ransack your supply of organs (if you do have a supply). And I agree with you in regards to the energy signature. It will be handled with, I can assure you that. Nice mask by the way. Really shows your patriotism. Also, did you get my text? Cause after this we have to dicuss stuff."
Sparkflare said casually back to Skyspray. The Maximus had his arms crossed. Judging by Skyspray's tone, the mech seemed to have not taken Sparkflare's self-imposed exile too personally. That was good. Sparkflare then turned his head towards the groundbridge to see a non-rainbow coloured Wheelspin exit. Sparkflare remembered he had ordered Wheelspin to take a break from active service temporailry to recuperate. That order was also given to Novaflame and Empress.
"Have you taken your break yet, Wheelspin? I did give you, Empress and Novaflame an order to recuperate."
Sparkflare asked the speedster. He would be quite confused if Wheelspin was actively ignoring every order Sparkflare was giving him, even if it meant taking some time off. Sparkflare mentally shrugged. At least Wheelspin was following someone's orders judging by how he answered Vating's call. Sparkflare then looked back towards the groundbridge when Vating opened one up for the mission. Sparkflare unfolded his arms, gave a nod and quick flick of a salute to Skyspray as he walked off into the bridge.
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Post by *Hydraxion* on Apr 4, 2017 3:48:30 GMT
Hydraxion would follow Whitewash but, stop and look at the Prime. His flames would flare a bit. Something about the mech was making his instincts go crazy but, he just shook his helm, snorted, and moved into the bridge
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