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Post by Cobalt on Sept 25, 2015 18:55:30 GMT
Siberia, an frigid wasteland, home to almost no humans, and few animals. With a population density of only 3 people per square km (a little over 1 per square mile), Siberia is not very popular. Maybe it's because the climate would put most on edge, or the ferocious Siberian tigers and bears. This large area, spanning the middle of Russia from top to bottom, is mostly tundra and taiga. Summers are short and barely warm, while winter is a long, dreary time to not go outdoors.
Cobalt woke up from stasis, his joints were slowing and the oil from his optics had froze onto his faceplate. He was in shock, and had nowhere to go but wander. The tiny figure stood up and began to stiffly step through the snow, not understanding the dark, dense clouds approaching. A blizzard was to come and he was already near unconscious. Cobalt looked about, he would continue to cry as he did the day before, but his oil ducts were froze shut, so he quietly whimpered and asked to himself: Why did Drag leave me? Was it because I cried? I can't help it, we were already on our own, and now she's gone without me. Cobalt was already getting weak, though he had travelled minimal distance. The tiny sparkling's life was looking as if it had no chance.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 11:46:39 GMT
In the other hand, some kilometers away from the small mech, a whirling green vortex appears in middle of the cold landscape. A tall pale robots steps outside from such vortex. The red optics of him looked around the place and breaths deeply. In there were many issues inside his head that can't hadle easly. With a nostalgic face, he saw at the snow around him and felt it in middle of his pedes digits(or claws). he continues walking as no human were wandering around.
The temperature made him remind to his natal city 'Mirratrion' that got extinct even before the great war due some politic and social conflicts. That the part of the Whiteclaw story that he doesn't want to remember. The cooling systems of Whiteclaw stoped to work since he doesn't need to keep his low coporal temperature. The snow makes than for him.
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 2, 2015 0:57:10 GMT
Cobalt saw the flash of green in the distance. He was far uphill from it, and he didn't think his actions through. Just as the tiny mech saw the bridge open, he gained what seemed like all his energy back and began to sprint, or waddle as the snow was too high for a proper run, down, kicking the loose snow everywhere. As he did this he got worried he may not be able to catch whatever appeared in time, so Cobalt began to call for help. Hellooo! Please come, I'm lost! Help me, please! The loudness of his voice maybe may have reached Whiteclaw, but more importantly, it caused the poorly mounded snow up the hill collapse. Cobalt's pleas for assistance were suddenly overshadowed by the rumbling of an oncoming avalanche. Luckily enough for the sparkling, the snow was shallow and it merely over took him, burying him under three feet of white powder at the bottom of the steep hill. His spark's signature was still strong enough to be read and tracked, as well as the fact he drew probably a great deal of attention in his direction. Underneath the mounds of snow, Cobalt shifted, trying to uncover himself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 3:15:26 GMT
Whiteclaw was lost into his thoughts as he continues walking in middle of 'cold paradise'. The tones of white, black, and usually brown and green is the color palete of the perfect place of Whiteclaw. But his physical Eden finished when he heard the voice of someone yelling, almost crying in the attempt to ask for help.Whiteclaw, alarmed, transformed into his predacon mode: a kind of Gryphon with an owl face, a really short tali and a bulky body. He use to call it a Gelitronic Ungus.
He looked around to know the origin of the voice, but aside to find a person, his red lined optics watched and the incoming avalanche. With a scared facial expression, he stared at it motionless until he had the need to flip his wings to fly above the incoming amount of snow.
The incoming smell of the little sparkling invades the nostrils of the now predacon, but the particles of snow doesn't allow to Whiteclaw to track the origin of the smell with precision. Even, he's worried if that is a trap, or if it's a sparkling in troubles
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 2, 2015 23:48:09 GMT
Cobalt scraped the snow above him, digging up in an attempt to free himself. The small bot managed to clear enough snow out to push his helm and arm out, but got stuck in the process. Regardless of how much the mech writhed, he only packed the powder tighter to him. As he is stuck, he begins to call for help again. Are you still there?! I need help! Worried of recreating his past mistake, he avoids speaking far too loudly. I his current situation, his scent would be much clearer, and his signal easier to read. In the distance he saw a vague shape, but couldn't pick it out. Assuming is was a savior for him, he resumed his pleas for help. Over here! I am stuck!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2015 1:22:36 GMT
The silhouette of Whiteclaw becomes closer, revealing that big crimson optics of the predacon, the mouth (or beak) doesn't look intimidating at the moment, just an owl face on a gryphon body. The predacon landed some meters in front of Cobalt, making some small clouds of snow. After that, he steps slowly, always trying to be careful.
When he's some 3 feet close of the sparkling, his spark felt broken when he saw and smelt the harmless sparkling, lost in a cold enviroment. His paternal instincts were activated in few seconds, and it would be seen in his optics.
It's.. an sparkling! Porr little creature, I wonder where his family is....
To Whiteclaw, the low temperatures doesn't affect, even, that makes him feel more alive, but he knows the low temperatures would be dangerous to the rest of cybertronians, and more if such cybertronian has a small size. He continues smelling him, but the appearance of the White's alt mode would make him look dangerous in the point of view of a young cybertronian. His breath is cooler than the weater and it is seen like a white smoke coming from his nostrils and peak.
Don't worry little one, I'll try to get out from there. He said with his characteristic russian acent.
Now his multiple sharp fangs woud be seen when he spoke. will Whiteclaw be able to eat someone like Colbat? He wont, but that the impression his giving. Then his paws provided with long claws moves towards the sparkling to dig the snow around him.
(Damn, I would like to see any bot con, or anything else joining and making a mess around here)
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 3, 2015 2:13:45 GMT
((I totally agree))
Cobalt saw the large predacon approaching, and once he could determine White's figure, his spark was filled with dread. At no point had this crossed his mind, what if the arrival was dangerous? the closer that White neared the sparkling, the more fear he had. When it had landed near him, Cobalt was shaking and trying to fidget his way out of his pit. As before, this only worsened his imprisonment by the elements. He was in utter terror when the predacon began to speak. The ravenous teeth and the sharp beak gave Cobalt the impression of a murderous beast. But it's kind words gave the feeling of otherwise. Y-y-you will? I, uh, I need to find m-my famil... His voice shrunk as the beast grew closer and dug at the ground around Cobalt. The breath from White only adding to the chills he felt being so near what seemed like threat. In his fear, he suddenly generated a bubble shield, blocking a clear view of him from White, as well as shielding himself from the cold and the freezing breath, but truly serving no defensive purpose, as White could still reach right through it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2015 2:42:31 GMT
The pale beats continues digging as fast as he could until Cobalt showed something that White didn't spected.When he saw the bubble shield covering the sparkling, he stepped back, with a bit of fear in his face. He didn't wanted to scare anyone, less an young cybertronian. He covered his face with his paws, feeling ashamed.
Oh, sorry if I scared you, I.. I dint waned to do that.
The gestures of the predacon showed his shyness, a part of the Whiteclaw's personality, but still, it continues looking dangerous. He clearly watches the Cobalt's body shaking by many reason. Then, he answered the question he did before to activate the shield.
I'll try to find them, I hope they were wandering around here, but first we need to find a safe place, Please, don't be afraid about me, I'm not a bad person.
The predacon kneels to allow Cobalt to climb on his back.
Please, climb on my back, I could find a better place if we go flying. C'mon! Dont be shy. His voice sounds friendly in contrast of his appearance
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 3, 2015 2:53:49 GMT
The minuscule mech could barely see the bot before him through the shield, but heard what had been said. Cobalt lowered his shield, barely knowing how it worked anyways he wouldn't be able to sustain it for long anyways. He pushed himself out of the hole and stood up, even in White's shorter predacon form, Cobalt was still dwarfed in height. So the sparkling awkwardly stepped up to the large creature and fumbled his way on, mumbling out a barely audible sentence. Thank you, but they won't be here. If he could, Cobalt likely would have returned to crying. Though he didn't like to believe it, there was a definite possibility that his parents died in the take down of their ship. He and Drag had barely made it themselves.
The predacon intimidated him, but it seemed kind, almost shy even, so Cobalt with his unconditional love of a child and naive attitude, gave Whiteclaw the benefit of the doubt. Even with his potentially foolish decision, he still was quite a bit afraid and tried to ask the name of the bot he sat upon. W-what is your name?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2015 3:12:31 GMT
Whiteclaw flips his wings a bit and tries to look at CObalt, but he can't since he's on his back.
So, do you have any idea about the whereabouts of your parents? He was concerned when the sparkling mentioned that his family isn't located in the same place than him. When he feels the sparkling onto his back, a serie of blurry memories comes back into his procesor. Those are smal fragments about his dark past. The owl face looks at the snow with a nostalgic touch. Even if Cobalt can't see than, maybe he could feel something in the White Claws behavior. Also, he is intrigued about how he came to Earth without the company of someone, or at least, without the supervision of an adult cybertronian. Before to fly or move his pedes, the predacon asks to the small one.
You can call me Whiteclaw, or simply White, and, can... can I know your name too?
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 3, 2015 3:38:53 GMT
I'm Cobalt, I was with another, but they left... The whole situation was both painful and intense. Cobalt remembered it all, from the sparks flying to the oil streaming down his face as he and Drag were ejected to Earth. He hadn't known if the ship had actually been shot down, killing his parents, only that he and his sister had survived.
Cobalt, knowing a take off was eminent, clinged to White's neck. He had never openly flown before and was unprepared truly. From what he could tell though, was that this predacon was to be trusted, and really his only hope of surviving. The way that the mech treated him reminded him of his parents, they cared and avoided to seem foreboding. Since Cobalt knew that his father and mother were likely dead, he felt that he needed a family, and this the best he thought he could get, he'd need to make his own anyways. Cobalt had to face his parent's likely demise, and explained so to Whiteclaw. I think, m-my parent's, are in the Well. I don't like to know it, but I th-think it's true.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2015 19:51:11 GMT
Ok.. If he find your parents, you'll be back with them as soon as possible.
If the pale mech were sure about the status of the Cobalt family, he would try to get him back, on, in the other case, to take the sparkling as his own son, but knowing the possibility of find the parents alive, Whiteclaw, didn't wanted to make the illusion to keep him and even adopt him. But for a moment he felt the need to protect that sparkling like if he were his own family. Since Whiteclaw lost his sparkmate many millions of years ago, he had never had the opportunity to take care of a real family. In there was a small episode of the Whiteclaw's life when he was able to do something similar, but his amnesia didn't left a clue about such episode. Everything he knew was a bout an adoptive daughter, but in the words of his friend 'Backhertz': she, or it was a monster.
The wind becomes cooler and stronger. The predacon shakes his metal plates a little and moves his pedes.
Ok, Hold on and try to don't look down, ok?
The predacon said as he started to run and flips is couple of wings to fly.
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Post by Krovennan (Jetlag) on Oct 3, 2015 20:45:58 GMT
Jetlag had left the proceedings with the other Apocalypticons, his frustration at how long it was taking evident to all present. The one he had met in the Medbay had probably slacked off and forgot, and Jetlag needed to clear his mind, boosting high over the skies of Siberia, where he was unlikely to be disturbed by Decepticon or Autobot.
As if to prove him wrong however, Jetlag saw the faint movement of an avalanche far off in the distance, deciding it would be best to investigate, Jetlag banked to the right hard, heading in the direction of the disturbance. His interest was only mildly peaked, and as such, jetlag didn't expend excess energy reaching the avalanche, not bothering with full speed.
Jetlag's interest spiked however, when he saw a figure leap into the sky from the avalanche. Zooming in, he could see it was some kind of large mechanical creature, a Predacon. Taking a cursory scan of the creature and comparing it with the Decepticon database, he could confirm, this creature was most definitely an Autobot. Jetlag's rage from before returned with a vengeance, and this Autobot was soon to be the victim of that anger.
Dialling up his Afterburners to maximum, Jetlag closed the gap, locking onto the Predacon's signature, Jetlag unleashed two missiles, sending the projectiles streaking towards their targets at speeds no Cybertronian could hope to outrun.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2015 21:12:34 GMT
Whiteclaw, who has barely started to fly, the altitude would not go further than 60 feet. The pale mech smelt something strange in the atmosphere before to see the missiles close of him. One of them passes in front of him, hitting his hear. and part of his head, but the second one hit his small tail, removing almost all the non- trans organic feathers. That got the predacon out of balance, and even if he wanted to fly, he only rolled on the white cold surface of the lonely place. Whiteclaw was afraid to injure the sparkling who is above him. Now if he wanted to play the father's game, it wouldn't be the best moment to do that. With the auditory receptors altered by the explosions, Whiteclaw shivers a little before to stand up on his four legs.
Cobalt, are..are you ok? He asked with a touch of nervousness.
The nostrils of the predacon smelt the scense of the newcomer, apparently it was the same mech he met in Germany a long time ago, and one who injured his friend Black Hertz, or more know as Rifle, so badly. The anger behind the kindly and pecafull predacon turnshim into a mass of fury. the engines inside Whiteclaw would be barelly heard by Colbat only if he plays attention.
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Post by Krovennan (Jetlag) on Oct 3, 2015 21:24:21 GMT
Jetlag sped past the point of impact, pulling up sharply to cast a large shadow over the ground, completing the loop and beginning to descend, transforming mid-air to land in the snow in Robot form, facing the angered Whiteclaw. Looking up from his landing, Jetlag recognised the Predacon, glaring at the familiar face.
"You have an uncanny knack for disturbing me Predacon. And it seems you don't have your friend with you this time, so I'll make this quick."
Jetlag immediately brought his arms forwards, aimed at Whiteclaw as he fired two large jets of fire towards the Predacon. It may not have been the respite he aimed for, but killing this Predacon would most certainly release some of his anger.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2015 22:14:47 GMT
(damn, Cobalt, post, I feel akward posting this without knowing about your OC status, NVM.)
He whispers to Cobalt before Jetlag started to use his jets.
Come on, hide as soon as possible...
The fire instantly reaches his armour, but it was enough strong to resist the impact, at least, partially. Whiteclaw would be more worried to keep his low temperature. It wasn't a problem here since he's in Siberia and the first cooling systems works without the need to use the nitrogen tanks. The predacon transform into his robot mode, that 40 feet tall mech who wears a battlemask, only showing a couple of red lights, which obviously are his optics. The voice tone of the predacon sounds peaceful yet, without show any anger when he's really angry from inside.
Did I disturbed you? how, when, where? I only tried to help you when the other group of mechs found your pod. If we were wanting to kill you, you would be dead by any explosion since you were unconsious in the insides of such device. So, are you meaning I should to sufer your grath when I really wanted to help someone?
The white enviroment looks very simillar of the same pantone of the Whiteclaw's armour, so, it could be used as a camuflage, but now the predacon didn't wanted to hide. Now he's not the same coward of before. Well, he's, but at least he can trust in some of his skills to face someone in a battle.
As I used to tell when I was a youngling: я могу играть с оружием!
He runs towards the mech, being sure to be close from him. He's able to make weapons from his own, but his ethics doesn't allow him to use rockets or massive destruction weapons, just enough to defend himself. The best thing he has in this moment are his machineguns. A serie of bullets coming from his dual machineguns would hit in the surface of the Jetlag's armour, specially the place where the head and chest are located. Those bullets are small, but it's compensated by the amount. Also, his internal systems would work perfectly since he doesn't need the nitrogen cooling system to keep him under 4°C when the weather does. Without expend energy to freeze his body,Whiteclaw would be more active and energetic. Cold surroundings, white snow. Those serie of factors would be considered the perfect elemennts to make a battlefield to the mirratronian mech.
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 3, 2015 22:31:01 GMT
((sorry, had something going on))
Cobalt nearly hopped of off Whiteclaw, only to stop himself and make a hasty decision. I'm not letting you fight him alone! I can help! Cobalt yelled this as he steadied himself onto the Predacon and prepared to activate the shield if Jetlag dared to fire at White again. He knew he was in a bad situation, but he may as well help get his friend out of it. When he shoots, be ready for the shield, it looks just as weird outside as inside. The sparkling was completly unarmed and was only going to protect White. Though he hadn't fought before, he wasn't going down without making Jetlag's end of the fight difficult.
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Post by Krovennan (Jetlag) on Oct 4, 2015 19:04:28 GMT
"You just never learn..."
Jetlag used his jets to boost to the side, kicking up snow as he did, boosting up and over Whiteclaw, using his RCS to spin in mid-air, allowing him to take aim with both arms, hands transformed away to allow the flamethrowers out, firing both of them at Whiteclaw's head. He had some kind of sparkling with him, and Jetlag was unconcerned, he'd just have to send the runt screaming back to home so hecould deal with Whiteclaw unimpeded.
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Post by Cobalt on Oct 4, 2015 19:36:24 GMT
The sparkling watched Jetlag fly overhead and prepare the flamethrowers. Reacting instantly , he got himelelf into a safe position and activated his shield, blocking the flames from reaching White. Cobalt would continue to hold the shield as long as the flames were fired, or as long as he could hold it up. You need to shoot him now! I don't know how long I can hold my shield, I am weak and I am not very good at using it. Cobalt said this in worry for Whiteclaw's safety, and less of his own. He wasn't the kind of bot to let an ally get injured.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2015 20:40:16 GMT
At first, Whiteclaw closes his optics when the fire came to his face. Some seconds before to be touched by them, he notices the shield that the sparkling made, just like the first time he saw it. Aside to reply, the mech nods at the Cobalts words and prepares his machine guns to another load of bullets. Words were unnecessary at the moment. In there only a couple of moves were needed to load his guns in 3 seconds. Once they are ready to be used, he continues shooting at Jetlag without stop. His pedes runs towards the Jetlag direction to keep him close to increase the effectivity of his attacks, but he's conscious that is risky too. Whiteclaw felt bad from inside, he isn't able able to defend the sparkling for himself, but at least he know Cobalt is safe. The fact to keep a sparkling close of his neck gets him nervous.
The couple of machine guns increased the power. 30 bullets per machinegun are shoot per second. The target is the Jetlag's face, specially the optics with the intention to damage the visual receptors of the enemy. He didn't find any logic to shoot at the rest of his body. Whiteclaw only needs to immobilize the apocalypticon to go away. His priority is the little one who is pending from his neck, not to kill the mech who injured his friend, but he continues considering if Jetlag must to pay for the damage done to Rifle.
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