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Post by Taggon on Nov 4, 2015 0:43:21 GMT
Every Prison has its nooks and crannies. Though in some cases, not all these little holes are good for escaping. Such is the case with the Autobot Maximum security cells. A single heavy blast door is down another, dank and dark looking hall to the far left of the main entrance to the Maximum security prison cells, this Heavy blast door is titled ' Outcode Cells' in Thick heavy-duty like words. Underneath these words, are the following words: 'A-19 Strike team members only'. This is more like scratched into the heavy blast door, though it is directly in front of the console that opens this heavy blast door. Only Members who are currently a part of the A-19 Strike team have the proper access to open this door. However, should the computer not recognize the user who is attempting to get in by a face scan, they are locked out, and cannot open the heavy Blast door. (Takes tech-skill of 7 to get through in four posts, 8 in three, 9 in two, and 10 in one. Anything below tech-skill of 7 are unable to hack into the computer and open the door.) That being said, upon opening the door, there will be nothing but a giant thick wall of the prison. Nothing is behind the door. At all.
How to enter is actually quite simple--for A-19 Strike team members. Within the room, a sheet of invisible lasers is set up near the door, and and immediately depicts the individual who has entered the hall right from the Autobot archive, and A-19 Strike team data base, and thus it sends a signal to the HUD of the member of the proper codes to enter in the A-19 Strike team private com, and thus, a section of the floor will open near the door, revealing a platform which shall lower the said individual into a vast underground floor divided into several sections. However, in case trickery is applied should someone crack this case, there are different variations of undetectable laser scanners in almost every room, which shall enable tractor beams from the ceilings to project force-fields around the individual who is discovered by the whole facilities AI that this individual is obviously not a member of the A-19 Strike team currently. The AI will hence mercilessly deploy a tractor beam which shall encase the individual in a forcefield that will prevent them from any further movement. Each room is decked with these mechanisms, and it takes great force to break these forcefields.
(Strength of 8 to break the shields in six posts, 9 in five posts, 10 in four posts. Any number under 8 will be unable to penetrate the shields. Too bad)
Incase the individual within the forcefield begins to cry for help, the shields are not only sound proof, but block signals. This means that hacking is impossible. Should someone break in and not maneuver into the room, the AI will simply alert the A-19 Strike team's best hackers, and help them in creating very powerful firewalls. If this does not work, the instant the computer loses control, the facility will shut down on it's own--save a handful of traps, which the controls reside on a private network. These traps will ensnare anyone in lockdown mode, save high-ranking members of the A-19 strike team. Within the A-19 Strike team hostage area, are several levels~ Torturing rooms:
These are rooms which you can enter a hallway through, each room is separated into a single cubicle in which plenty of torture devices reside in, and a berth with varies sizes of clamp to put over the prisoner. This prison's personal AI scans the prisoner, and automatically adjusts the clamp size. A heavy blast door can be brought down if the torturer so pleases, and lighting in the rooms can be adjusted quite easily. Prison cells:
These cells are down another hallway, down a stairway which has various heavy blast doors which can thump down should the AI see fit, or will, if the place gets into lockdown mode. The actual prison cells number only twelve and are small rooms which are blockaded upon whence the prisoner is brought within by an energy shield, which is secretly attached to its own personal generator. Within the small room are clamps for the prisoner who will be positioned against the wall, and around the clamps are small energy rings which, upon being touched, will zap the prisoner with 1200 volts. These also have their own personal small generator. Additionally (in the top security cells), there is a small circular dent in the wall which the prisoners will be propped up against. This dent, upon contact, injects a needle into the prisoner's neck, and will disable connection from the Prisoner's neural and nervous circuitry to the rest of his body, thus enabling the prisoner from moving at all. If you are put in such a cell, have fun recharging. Wardens quarters:
Micro cameras also are scattered throughout all the halls, and each prisoner in their rooms or torturing areas are shown in several different kinds of visions: Ex-ray, heat vision, and others which detect concealed weaponry through the ability to define different metals through the ex-ray vision. If a prisoner has any kind of weaponry or item that is concealed, it will be found and revealed to the AI and the warden. Note: GBing into this room is quite impossible, due to the design of the cell being not able to ground bridge within it, and the prison cell is monitored by the AI, who would prohibit any ground bridges directly into the base anyways. ~More coming soon~
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Post by Taggon on Nov 7, 2015 15:09:43 GMT
A ground bridge would burst open, in which ten protectobots would fall through, with Tesarus's body hurtling after them. The black ops protectobots would transform from jet form to robot mode. The ground bridge would close behind them, and as they surrounded their hostage, they glanced at one another. They had been attacked by two Autobots: Commander Skyspray himself, and another rookie Autobot. On purpose. Not only this, but their current commander had been purposefully shot along with his own allies.
The word was exchanged between all the mechs, an unspoken single syllable which would have echoed throughout hallway after hallway should it had been ushered: treason.
The protectobots would shake their heads. Skyspary and his ally had not only shot at them, but he had killed a number of them without mercy. Rage had been written all over his face. They would all definitely give some scathing reports to HC about this. The Portectobots would nonetheless return to their mission however, and would continue to use their magnetic links to thesaurus's body to drag him across the floor to the platform by the large blast door titled 'Outcode Cells'. One of the protectobots stepped forth, sending in a few codes on the right frequencies, before the floor underneath them would lower them downward, granting them access to another series of cells. They would continue to drag Tesarus through the corridors, before placing him in one of the highly secure cells. After toiling over him, they would manage to get the large knocked out mech standing up right, before clamps would lock over his legs, chest, and neck, and an energy field over that. The protectobots would step out of the room, and let another forcefield slide over Tesarus's cell before taking their leave they way they had entered.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 9, 2015 16:53:52 GMT
Sulat slipped through the bridge before it closed, he had moved so quickly it appeared as if he was part of the main group's entry. But beyond that, Sulat had deceptively reformated his body to appear identical to an autotrooper and share their signature. He was nearly impossible to pick out from the group. The only thing on the mech's mind was getting Teaarus open for a kill.
Standing silently, he waited for the obviously blaring areival of Skyspray, if his arrival was to come at all. In an attempt to blend better, he entered the main group and took posture. If he was lucky, there would be no suspicion
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 9, 2015 19:36:44 GMT
Basically a couple of moments before the bridge would close, something which seemed like a green rocket came blasting through and it didn't quite stop. At least not before smashing through a wall. The energon beams stopped shortly after exit and what was left was a pretty roughed up turret. A turret which transformed into a 30ft tall green mech who slowly pushed himself up into a standing position. Sky vented heavily, he was a bit dizzy and some of his platings had holes in them. Some bullets had gone straight through, some hadn't. Nothing he could really do about it now but just to be sure, he sat down and concentrated. He clenched his fists hard as he began to purge his systems from any energon infections there could be, which included any unwanted parasite etc. Too. Since this vehicon obviously had been special, no doubt he would have special weapons too. Then it was best not to gamble. If this vehicon was even close to what Taggon was, it was best not to gamble.
When that was done, Sky looked around a bit. He didn't exactly know where he was but he could guess. Some old prison rooms from the look of it. No sign of Sulat either, what a shame. If he had left him to be scrap now.... Well, it wouldn't be pleasant for the new bot then. Although Sky was weak now. He had used a lot of energon before to get here so he hadn't full capacity. Around 65% remained right now, which meant he could still fight, but he'd want it to be over quickly. He took his shotgun and his knife from his subspace before slowly walking out to where he had come from, which could be seen by a big hole through a wall. As he stepped out in the corridor, he looked around again and saw a sign which said "Outcode Cells".
That sounds promising.....
He mumbled for himself as he slowly limped towards it. He knew that his Uncle was here. He could feel it. Now he just had to find him. Just as Sky approached the sign, the floor rose up and a bunch of Protectobots appeared on the platform. And he could recognize them. He was right behind them and towered over them quite a bit. And he wasn't happy and his weapons were ready.
Where is he? I don't want to fight but I'm going to finish what was started long ago. I do have permission from the Primal to take them out so to avoid conflict, don't get in my way. Please?
He said, quite nicely if he would say so himself, at least if you count in the fact that if they did want conflict, around 12 guns were ready to fire. He didn't want to, but fould if it was the only option.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 10, 2015 12:42:38 GMT
((I'll comply with you given the circumstances, despite the fact that in OOC time the ground bridge closed days ago, but, I will nonetheless tolerate this. At a price, unfortunately.))
The platform had long clicked back into place, enabling the protectobots to stroll forth from their position before Skyspray showed his faceplate within the next few minutes. The Protectobots all instantaneously tensed at his arrival, their shields were lowered, but they would all bend their appendages and crouch as if waiting for the mech to attack. It had been as if they were walking straight from the giant, closed door labeled Outcode Cells, being meters and meters apart from the platform, which was virtually unrecognizable. There were no traces or cracks of it ever lowering or even parting away from the floor, as if it were apart of the same, square-like design the whole time.
The mech's claim about the Prime made one of them flinch, before slowly, boldly stepping forward from the rest. He would stand right in front of his brothers, stepping in front of them almost protectively, before he would speak through his mouth guard, though his optics glowed with a certain power. It was not confidence or pride, it was--something else. A slight bit of determination, perhaps.
"Commander Skyspray. You have not only directly shot other Autobot members, but you have intentionally tried to destroy the very troops you serve. Your actions have resulted in the deaths of our brothers, along with your friend. What you have done stands on grounds of treason." The protectobot said firmly, though his voice was not at all insulting Skyspray. "That being said, we consider your request null void until further notice. We require not only evidence of your claim, but extra clearance from other superiors." The protectobot stated. He gestured at the walls,
"Everything being said is being recorded, and if anything out of the ordinary is heard, it will be broadcasted on a channel to High Command. You may be a member, but that does not justify you injuring members of your own cause. We can report treason, have you disbanded, stripped of your rank with recordings from our very visors and eyewitnesses, or you can stand down, and wait for superiors to arrive who know of the reference to the case. Catastrophe or patience. You decision, Commander." The protectobot had his fists clenched, as he had reviewed the deaths of his brothers. He had not once called Skyspray 'sir' for the mech had killed--slaughtered his brothers senselessly. The other crimes Skyspray had done also was bad for the troop's morale. The people they lived and died for had decided his own agendas meant that killing them was perfectly fine. To the specialists, that was a crime. To the Autobot code, it was a crime.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 10, 2015 15:06:29 GMT
Sulat crept to the back of the group and knew that Sky's areival would be a threat to himself. He couldn't stay disguised anymore. On the spot, the mech made a quick and devious strategy. I hope this works out. He muttered extremely quietly before removing a compact clamp-grip autoturret he had with him due to visit to the visit to the armory in the Axiom before the downing. As quickly as he could, he raised his leg and kicked the autotrooper in front of him between the shoulders and placed the turret onto his back, if it gripped, it would clamp, smashing the victims armor. To further his damage, as Sulat returned to be himselfx he removed his whip and slashed out, aiming at as many targets as possible before it would reach the first target's ankles. At this point Sualt was going all out as he prepared to fire missiles. He looked to Sky and yelled. It's time to wreck 'em Skyspray!
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 10, 2015 18:07:16 GMT
((If we're being like that.. It never said in the other thread that the GB closed..))
He looked down at the bots. Such a colorful bunch they were. Too bad that they were so stubborn. He wouldn't kill them, at least not all of them. He needed at least one of them alive. He vented at their words and shook his helm. They knew nothing.
I have not directly shot another autobot. You were flying away with my uncle and you were moving. If i fire somewhere and you walk in front of the beam, then you get hurt. I'm sorry that some of you had to die, but it is partly your own fault. You can't deny that.
Then he laughed. A short, quiet laugh.
You actually have no authority over me. Only Feenix has. It's not a request that you take me to Tesarus. It is an order. If you want to know, Taggon is as much a target for treason. He was helping the enemy, who acually fired at me first. I fired back in self defense, I'm allowed to do that. And he also helped the shield vehicon, Stalaken. Wanted for trying to kill the Primal, all his information that we know is made public. He is a head enemy of the primal herself and Taggon was helping him. I don't think my grandmother will be happy when she hears that her soldier tried to help one who tried to kill her, and her son. You can't strip me from nothing, only Feenix can. Chapter 5, Paragraph three of the autobot code. I recommend reading it, just like i did. I know it by spark. Now, do You want a conflict?
He said simply as if he had to say this every day before one of the protectobots turned into Sulat and attacked the protectobots. Skyspray mentally facepalmed and muttered "Rookies" before trying to catch the protectobot who probably fell straight towards him as Sulat slashed their legs. The pure shock would probably send him jolting forwards a bit. The only issue was that Sky still held the knife and if he would catch the bot, the knife would dig into the chest of the Bot and probably puncture the spark. Such a bad coincidence. Sky dropped a small bomb device that didn't explode, but created a field that jammed sounds from coming in or out around from it. It did only last around the protectobots and Sky though.
Everybody calm! I said I didn't want to fight!
He shouted but a bit weakly before taking his shotgun and blasting it against Sulat, mostly to calm him down. But as it was a shotgun, it was quite possible that most of the others could be hit too.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 11, 2015 15:40:42 GMT
((Man, the way you guys just kill protectobots and vehicons, that's so racist. Someday, that's gonna bite you boys in the aft. XD. ))
The protectobots were almost taken unaware. All but one of their members reacted, as Sulat gave a kick to the nearest protectobot, before clamping a box-like mechanism onto the poor drones back. There was a shout, then the mech fell as his rib-cage, shoulders and chest were crushed into his spark, killing him. The one member would dive away from the conflict, before activating his cloaking device, making him become virtually invisible. He then stuck to the back of the wall, transmitting to an AI that it could feel free to enforce the walling behind its entrance, and send feeds to command.
Meanwhile, the protectobots were lashed, and sent to the ground with their legs burning, their forms writhing before Sulat would take further action. Some would activate their shields that were still usable, others would pull out pistols and grenades of all sorts. The one who had been speaking was briskly killed by the jolting, and was impaled upon Skyspray's knife. Whether or not it was coincidence or recklessness--the one who watched from the side lines observed with horror. Sky spray would then equip his shield, encasing all the protectobots and the Autobot, save the one cloaked and peering from beyond the field.
The other protectobots would listen to Skyspray, but their optics were filled with a dead or dying light as they lowered their weapons. A survivor would sit up right, grunting before glaring at Skyspray defiantly, and with some anger,
"Well then, Kiddo." The protectobot survivor had the age in his voice, indicating he was a seasoned warrior, "You ought to read chapter 170, paragraph 1. Maybe there you'll find something about the 'other more isolated Autobot endeavors' have their own legalities. The ones who made that code were thinking of everything when they wrote it. Black ops included. The aftermath is for us all to be all shiny-and-nice guys in the end, but there are the corners of the faction which take up a different set of duties all together." The protectobot managed to stand, clutching his side, some of his stealth armor was peeling off, revealing a charred, battered and scarred under-chassis.
"As for Taggon, you're like the rest of the punks outside the A19-Strike Team, or the Wreckers. You just barge in, and never try to look at things from different angles. Or try to understand a situation before you barge in, all heroic and such with your upgrades and such. When we received our orders, or message, Officer Taggon asked if we would assist him retrieving a valuable asset. he also stated that if we spotted other cons, then not to fire, since they were currently helping him." The protectobot clearly wasn't pleased at all with Sulat's actions, or Skyspray's coincidental positioning of the knife.
"A wanted mech was helping our wanted Officer all along. Even I don't know the full story, but you approached him, and you very likely triggered an anxiety, or cautious behavior. Vehicons are like Protectobots: we act on instinct. I'm guessing that there was a mis-communication, and you answered it the traditional way: with your triggers and barrels right after a confused or anxious mech pulled the trigger. No one was a victim until both of you decided that there would be. We flew in on the scene, saw how things were going, put up our shields and tried to leave as ordered." The protectobot huffed, "I remember very vividly that you fired directly at us. Whatever you call that, confidence or not, you killed my comrades just as you did now. I don't care if that was an accident or not. You take life, kid." The protectobot said, though he was addressing both of them,
"And though we've all gotten our hands dirty, it's one thing to kill the enemy, and completely another to kill your own faction. Now. Since we're all about dead, save me, then maybe I will coincidentally die too. Which wouldn't be too surprising for anyone."
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 11, 2015 16:29:41 GMT
((Hey! Sky kills them because he doesn't give a frag, Sulat (Shrike) kille because he thought he should and he kinda wanted to. Also, protectobots are made of papier mâché confirmed.))
Sulat wasn't listening to Sky before his actions occurred, and now he sees the consequences. Sky shot him with a blast that he failed to avoid by jumping, taking most of the blast to his legs. His system began displaying errors. Alert, system connectivity to left leg is failing. Alert, system connectivity to right leg is failing. Sulat landed from his fall, but he immediately fell, and was fumbling, whatever Sky had shot him with was slowing his system, delaying all actions. Anything below the waist was completely out of sync with the rest of his body. Fubling to try and stand up, his sensors detected a faded signature, he couldn't spot ot, but the trchnology he had equiped allowed him to know there was someone hiding, just not who or where. After standing up , he began enabling an Avacon backup feature, rerouting his nervous system to a installed backup. Hopefully after this is complete, the slow down won't carry over. Ugh, s-sorry, I thought... ugh... what was I thinking. Look at this mess. Sulat said this as he buried his faceplate into his servo. It looked as if Sky has this handled to Sulat, so he decided against stepping in again. The rerouting would take a while anyways.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 11, 2015 18:08:29 GMT
((Hey! I do give a frag, otherwise, what would i kill them with? XD))
At least everything had calmed down, but with the cost of a couple more lives. Sky vented again, this wasn't going as well as he hoped. But it was the only route to take. He listened to te older protectobot and smiled faintly at his words. Sky knew exactly about those parts, as he himself had done some very controversial deeds in his younger days. But now it was his time to counter what the older one had said.
Exactly. I do know about that, and it includes the Elite Guard. Do all the dirty work to the price it costs. And the best of all, we are not held responsible for the most part because of that. But even those in there has to follow some very important guidelines. And did you just call me punk? You sounded just like my father for a minute. Funny how things turn out.. I was A-19 before. I was wrecker too before. I have been taught to see from a multitude different perspectives. As I know Taggon, him describing anything as a valuable asset, means he has plans for it. And as we are here, I have no doubt that they are A-19 business. I do have tonremind you that torture is under strict ban here, no matter what subgroup you happen to belong to. And Taggon has made a name for himself by blowing up a decepticon medbay. With wounded inside. Commiting a warcrime. A very serious one. I don't think he has the authority in this case, he should be in the brig himself actually but he isn't for some readon. So if you speak to me about being dishonorable, take a chat with him sometime. Maybe you will find out new things. And i said i didn't directly fire at you, you just happened to come in the way. I never wanted to harm you like my friend here has done. It's a tragidy that so many of you had to risk your lives. I sadly can't bring them back but i still want you, and your friend, to take me to Tesarus. I will not budge and if you don't like it, fine. It is an order. If you complain, send your own superiors, maybe Astrinal? I guess she still is in charge but now, A-19 rules does not affect me. You will live, but you won't leave. Nor will your friend who is still here. How i know? Not all bodies are on the floor and there is not many places to go. Therefore, he is still here.
Sky said, not happily, but not with a sad tone either. Just as he stated facts. The protectobot could ask his superiors, but Sky doubted it would do much. He knew the rules.
And yes, I've taken more lives than i can count. I don't regret it either, I was born to kill. I was raised to kill. And that is my story. Now, how do you want it?
Sky didn't pay much attention to Sulat, he could wait a little bit. But now the effect of the sonic boomer had worn off and all sounds worked normally again.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 12, 2015 4:28:21 GMT
((YOU ARE ALL ACCUSED OF BEING RACIST. I’ll see you scoundrels in court I will! I’ll have you know that I have the world’s best lawyer as well. He can go on fifty rabbit trails in ten seconds, and can tax the living daylight out of everyone else in the room just by pulling out his ball-point-pen and writing on a piece of government paper. You are all DOOMED.))
The protectobot stood, unfazed, but he seemed to calm down at Skyspray’s response. The Old Protectobot still had a very displeased faceplate, though it was not nearly as intense as it was before. He stood, silently acknowledging the other mech, who was going to get some sharp words piercing his audios too, if he wasn’t careful.
“I’ve been doing dirty work all my life, but in the A19-Strike team, we hardly ever torture. We did it once, but that was under extreme conditions. As far as I know, Officer Taggon has no such plans. He will possibly interrogate the mech he’s holding prisoner---but Taggon has no real reason to torture Tesarus.” The protectobot countered in a more calmed voice, ignoring the comment of how he sounded like Skyspray’s father. Though if that was the case, then the Old Protectobot viewed his words as more effective. Even if Skyspray despised his Sire.
“You didn’t fire directly at us, but it sure seemed like it kid. I remember a certain fire in your eyes. I’ve seen it before, but I don’t know where. All I know is that it’s a bad sign.” He paused, considering more what Sksypray had stated. “We’ve all heard of Officer Taggon’s doings. We—well--I understand his little scheme that time. As a debate with him against Commander Chiro, and The Primal went, he was effectively subduing the enemy. He was destroying and discouraging the enemy. It was a move that would force them to stay back, and it would degrade their morale, and their numbers. Some high-ranking Decepticons almost died in that explosion, and he stated that if and when they died, it would end the war quicker. If you were raised to kill Skyspray, then you should know Taggon was repurposed, and had his mind messed with four times so that he would be an effective killer: a war-machine, just like the rest of us drones. He is designed for that sort of…darker thing, or combat in general. Not to mention, when he arrived, he had successfully saved three other Autobots including Commander Astrinal from experimentation and certain death. What he did was something few could do.” The old bot stated.
“I think you’d have done it. If it was the proper cover for saving lives, and if it meant devastating the enemy, you might have done it as well. That subject was debated over, and Taggon was not placed in the brig, but he was stripped of his rank.” The protectobot went on. “As for you getting to Tesarus…” The protectobot glanced at the large blast door,
“I call a stand still. You, Skyspray, have ordered us to take you to our prisoner, but under the current circumstance, we cannot until either Astrinal herself or Taggon arrives. Only they can…alter a few things in security for clearance. Where Tesarus is can only be reached by members of the A19-Strike team. Fortunately for you both, Taggon should arrive any minute. He was severely damaged from Tesarus’s…tactics, and is likely almost finished repairing himself. It is a waiting game for all of us until he arrives. I will not move, neither will my friend. However, as fate would have it, we are going to be waiting a few minutes until he arrives. If you know him, you know he has an explanation for every single thing he does—and will be equally as patient when hearing why he was interacting with a wanted mech.” The old Protectobot finished, still standing. “In the meantime, I would like to talk some sense into this lad.” The mech gestured at Sulat~
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 12, 2015 4:42:22 GMT
Despite Skyspray's shotgun's affect still applying fully to Sulat, his alternate nerve system was left unfazed. He stood straight and approached Skyspray, as it looked as the conversation had come to a closing, on hus way he disabled the clamp to hus autoturret and hid it once more. Looking at the well equiped Autobot, he realised Sky was in awful condition. Uh, Skyspray? You think you're alright? You don't seem like you got all ya' energon in ya'. He said before looking back at some protectobot corpses. They'd have a tube somewhere in them that Sulat could use for a transfusion if nessecary. At this point, he had decided combat was over and disarmed his missiles. Any sort of threat could be taken the wrong way.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 12, 2015 6:01:45 GMT
((I am the law. So courts... Nah. Won't be there.))
Sky shook his helm again. This was just a waste of time. Nothing that the protectobot did couldmake him change. Actually, the more he spoke Sky deemed he was a fool. If you thought that blowing up medbays was an ok thing to do, then you deserved to be in one when it blew up, or at least in the brig. He moved his servo to his helm a short second before taking it down again.
:: Grandma, can you please come here and tell these bots who think blowing up medbays are acceptable that it is not? Oh and can you let me and my friend down to the special Outcode Cells? Please? ::
That was the comm he had sent to Feenixfire, the Primal. He didn't really need it but he felt it was nice to have some support since he knew he wasn't in the wrong. Then he looked back to the older bot.
Under no circumstances, is attacking a medbay acceptable. If you think it is, you are not going to go out in the field. You shouldn't even call yourself an autobot. If you defend his actions, you are being charged for that and as you said, this is being recorded. You will be found guilty, and when you do, may Primus have mercy on your spark. You see, it is with troops like you that makes us, the Autobots, seem so bad in the eyes of others. Say one more defending thing about bombing medbays, and you're going to the brig yourself. Do I make myself clear, Soldier? Actions have consequnses, yet your crew wasn't willing to accept them. As much as I like Taggon, he should be in jail now.
Sky slowly walked over to a wall and leaned on it. He wasn't happy, not at all. This talk with the protectobot had really shifted his view on these groups.
If i would have done it? Frag no, my mother is a medic. My original mother was a medic. My grandmother is a medic. I would not have blown up a medbay, not even if it so had been the entire DJD and Megatron inside. There is where my line go. I may be a killing machine, but i don't attack those in medbays. And are we waiting for the main bomber himself now? I think i know why A-19 members don't have that many friends now...
He said firmly. This had just gotten him annoyed and he was in no mood to joke around. He was inches from just killing the bot now to get it over with but he would still need him, so killing him wouldn't do any good at all. When Sulat spoke to him, he just grunted a little as a response.
That's because I don't, Sulat.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 13, 2015 2:34:24 GMT
It was just after Skyspray had finished radioing his grandma when a ground bridge opened behind the lot. A ground bridge swirled, allowing the entry of a pair of vehicons (and possibly a femme) before closing. He stood twenty five feet tall, his commando-like structure holding him up tall, his steps quiet, without a sound. He walked, his funeral black paint seeming to generate shadows around him, and his dim gun-metal plating encouraged further darkness to envelop or be carried with him. It was the small amounts of chrome on him that seemed to shine just enough on him to reveal his figure, along with these features was his Dark Prussian blue visor, which glowed dimly as he walked, approaching the group stealthily. As he came closer, some would be able to distinguish a small hook-like scar under the left side of his mask, before he came to a halt behind Skyspray by a few paces.
The mech waited patiently for Skyspray to finish about what he had to say to the other protectobot, Taggon knew he had entered a small debate, and that Skyspray was not pleased. His voice revealed a growing agitation, indicating that either the protectobot before him was giving him answers he did not appreciate, or was not permitting him to do what he wanted. Both were likely, come to think of it. Taggon gave a halting motion to Stalaken, holding up a clenched fist and fore-arm, motioning for the mech to halt and wait as well.
'--And are we waiting for the main bomber himself now? I think i know why A-19 members don't have that many friends now...' Skyspray concluded his part of the talk. Taggon inhaled veers lightly, and allowed a small ex-hale to escape his mask. So much for being an Autobot indeed, Stalaken. Taggon would place his servos behind his back, before motioning the old Protectobot to rest.
"Let us start over." Taggon finally spoke, his voice as collected as ever. He was addressing everyone in the room. He eyed the dead bodies on the ground, and it only made him frown. He knew those men, he knew their numbers, and they had died in one of his missions. It was saddening to see them pass away so quickly. Though it looked like Skyspray and Sulat could take the blame for these bodies, Taggon would let that come in later, keeping his calm demeanor about him with a natural prowess. "I believe due to a lack of communication, we all are a bit--jostled. If you would kindly put that field down and let my fellow drones take their leave, then I would be pleased to give my own reasonings on the matters you two have been debating."
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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 13, 2015 14:18:23 GMT
"If it's not to be taken lightly, Boss... why're you doing it alone?"
Hotwire asked him, something like amusement on her round features. It's really a rhetorical question; she flexes her fingers gently. It seems she's in a helpful mood - or maybe she's bored enough to help; it's often hard to tell.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 13, 2015 14:21:31 GMT
Sulat squatted down by the husk of a downed protectobot. Examining the figure of them, he found a fair sized tube. Looking around, making sure no one was looking, Sulat tugged, ripping it out from their frame. Just as he did this, the bridge opened and he shot up. Looking to see who emerged, the mech was disappointed to see Taggon. Listening to the two bots rant was a bit boring, and so the jet looked for a piece of sharp metal. Ah, here's something. Sulat didn't care for what the vehicon had to say. Instead, he picks up the fragment of metal, and jqb one into his armor by his wrist. Sky, choose a wound you'd like to use. He said, handing the other end of the tube to Skyspray, placing his end into the gash made. The transfusion was simple enough. Despite Taggon's appearance and attempted intimidation, the mech really didn't care at the moment. Skyspray seemed to understand the sitution a lot better than Sulat did.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 13, 2015 19:25:34 GMT
Sky grunted a little as he turned around and looked behind him at the sound of new arrivals. He could not say that he was pleased with what he saw, he was not foing to let it slide by either. The grn mech focused his grass-green optics on Taggon, the optics showing faint emotions of sadness mixed with anger and annoyance. He was disappointed, to say the least.
Start over from where? From when? What has been done has been done, Taggon. There is no way to change it. Taggon, I don't want to hear your reasoning behind the bombings, because if I do, they might be enough for me throw you into the brig. Besides, I've gotten it pretty clear for me what happened. So tell me, Taggon, why do you fight?
He asked while slowly moving closer to Taggon, taking the tube from Sulat without a word and placing it into a hole on his arm. It didn't take long for the transfusion to be complete and when it was, Sky removed the tube and kept walking until there was maybe 25ft between them. He looked down at the vehicon before checking his comrades. One was the decepticon Taggon knew and apparently had joined forces with and the other one... Wasn't an autobot anyways. That much was clear.
I see you've brought company. And the first place you take them to is the prison. I can understand the decepticon, because that is where he is going. The femme, has she done something too? If not she is to exit the bridge at once, we do not let outsiders in here. Understood? Besides, there is no field here. Your protectobot friends are here because they want to. So don't accuse me of keeping them here. And could you please let me down to where He is now or do I have to force my way through?
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Post by Taggon on Nov 14, 2015 2:31:17 GMT
Taggon simply stood his ground, giving a slight nod to the protectobots present that they could exit, which, they did. The sound of a third pair of footsteps entering the fray made Taggon almost sigh, however, it was made unclear if he was truly annoyed when Hotwire landed beside him.
'If it's not to be taken lightly, Boss... why're you doing it alone?'
"Because this became personal." Taggon said in a low tone, "for him." Taggon had rotated his helm back so his visor emotionlessly greeted Skyspray. Taggon listened to Skyspray as he noticed the agitation, and some levels of sadness. Sky spray seemed somewhat reluctant to say what he was, but not reluctant enough for him to say it. Clearly, the mech had been bottling this up, and now he was talking in paragraphs. Taggon did likewise on occasion, but for now, he just patiently stood, listening to the mech rant on. He looked at his words. 'Taggon, I don't want to hear your reasoning behind the bombings, because if I do, they might be enough for me throw you into the brig.-' and the paragraph had ended somewhat rhetorical: 'So tell me, Taggon, why do you fight?' Taggon just cocked his helm as he proceeded to listen, unflinching in Skyspray's accusing voice.
'And could you please let me down to where He is now or do I have to force my way through?' That was the point of all this. That was the root, that was the kick-starter. Taggon could tell from the extra bits of emotion in the voice at the last sentence that this was why Skyspray was here. From the beginning, it had been why Skyspray had arrived. The mech wanted to end something personal of his. Taggon mentally reviewed some common traits in the Change family, which he had said to Afterburner only two weeks ago; They had habits of being vengeful, having a small spot of insanity, getting angry when things didn't go smoothly, and finding a joy in destruction of the enemy. Everyone had their flaws. To Taggon these traits were just a bit irrefutable, considering data was consist with the theory. Sky spray, though adopted, seemed to not be too much of an exception to that code. It wasn't too much of a worry nonetheless. Taggon had dealt with one superior after another, not to mention, the rabbit trails Skyspray had brought up had already been debated over.
The bright side was Skyspray didn't want to debate them either.
"My reason for fighting is linked with my reasoning. If you want the answer to one, you will have to listen for the answer to the other." Taggon answered calmly, his own voice revealed no aggravation, or anything aside from his seemingly everlasting collected attitude.
"As I have heard you Skyspray, hear me." Taggon continued, "Before your sudden entry in Japan, I was accepting the help of my brother," Taggon gestured to Stalaken, "Since he has taken the first steps to switching his faction. Another vehicon has also been deemed ripe for enlightenment on how to develop. I was with them because they were assisting, and they had open ears to Autobot teaching. I was attempting to redeem my old family. Unfortunately, vehicons are a type of people who do not take appreciate the sudden appearance of enemies. In my friend's defense, I shall state you triggered an instinct within him to kill you, not just because your one of the highest ranking Autobots, but because you are recognized as a destructive force to all Decepticons." Taggon tilted his helm back to its normal position.
"So, believing that you would attack first, he did. He beat you to the trigger, and unfortunately that eliminated negotiating as well as any restraint. I tried to make both sides take less damage, but at the time, I had two less limbs. Return fire caused the chain of events that have already occurred, and now we are here. Though I will also say that Hotwire arrived on her own accord. Despite warning." Taggon still had some of the respect in his voice he showed his superiors. "No, the past cannot be undone Skyspray. But the aftermath can be altered. Tesarus's location is quite literally in a place you could not go without me switching some codes. I can do this, but only if you agree to withdraw on any attempts to destroy Tesarus." Taggon said, folding his arms behind his back, his form was straight, though history proved that no matter what position Taggon was in, he couldn't be more aware of his surroundings and battle ready. Even in the presence of old friends. Taggon would slowly step forward to Skyspray, glancing at the mech with his visor, before stepping past the mech, approaching the console to the heavy blast door. Or so it seemed.
Taggon halted, turning around, his Prussian Blue visor glowing dimly. He was right on and by the entrances to A19 Strike team prison.
"Even in these trying times, I will ask you to stand with me." Taggon's voice never indicated it, but he was actually grinning at his small joke. He had said it as seriously as he had always--but if Skyspray wanted to see Tesarus, quite literally, he'd have to stand with Taggon. Right where he was. The small joke had also been a test, clever grafted on the spot, but it had come through so naturally and subtly that it was as if Taggon was speaking normally. How he learned to pull off something like that? Recent interaction with Astrinal had taught him to be more--humoring. Though the original intent of his sentence had been to get Skyspray over to where he was standing. The test was also put into the sentence to see if Skyspray would trust Taggon enough to do as he advised or suggested, as well as seeing if the mech would cooperate with what had seemed like Taggon's final pause before the false controls.
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Post by Stalaken on Nov 15, 2015 10:26:40 GMT
Stalaken had entered with Taggon as he had walked away from the foul femme. When he came out of the portal's end he saw Skyspray and the other mech who lifted him off into the sky. There was carnage around them as the bodies of Protectobots lay on the ground. Interesting, thought Stalaken. The Autobots were killing one another. So this proved to Stalaken that Autobots, even with their high standards of being good, were no better then Decepticons. Killing each other for their own goals and wants. It was then that he was joined by his old friend and the femme that followed them. If this were any other time Stalaken would have turned around and killed her o the spot, but he did not wish to tur his back on the Autobots before him. Then Taggon opened his mouth and the talk off began. If there was one thing Autobots knew how to do it was talk when talking was not need or wanted.
Stalaken stood there watching them as the bickered back and forth. Keeping both of the Autobots he wished to see dead in his vison at all times, as Taggon and Skyspray went off at one another. This kind of talking bore Stalaken but he stayed focused for he wanted to make sure that when the fighting started he was ready.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 15, 2015 17:25:57 GMT
Sulat listened to their conversation and reeled in the tube, throwing it away when he had it all. When Taggon finished speaking he gave a sort of confused-displeased stare. You are obviously lower ranking and out gunned here. What makes you think this is a good idea? The bot shook his head and noticed the second vehicon. He was obviously just as bored with the two's dispute full of technical terms. At least some sort of build up was occuring, maybe a more interesting fight would come. Sulat turned to Stalaken and whispered to him. So you're defectin'? Never really knew what that was like 'till now. Hopefully it isn't as painful as listening to these two bicker. Sulat said, sort of drooping a bit.
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