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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 15, 2015 18:03:21 GMT
Breech reaches behind herself and picks out one of her swords, tapping it against her leg. She moves up to stand beside Taggon.
"I'm standing with him," she tells Skyspray, a warning note in her voice, "You might find yourself wisest to acknowledge the numbers before you make your choice."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 15, 2015 19:14:44 GMT
Sky laughed a short laugh. So he tried to slip away? Well that wasn't going to work. Sure, this was very personal to him, the thing that kept him in combat training all those years, the thing that motivated him to push on. Resting was not an option while they were out there. Skyspray knew that. And as Taggon said, Sky was just loke he had described the Change family but it had more to do with his younger years, when he was still a decepticon and a DJD helper. He followed Taggon over to where he stood and placed a servo on his shoulder, and held it in a firm grip. Taggon wouldn't be able to just slide out if he felt like it. Not that he would have a reason to.
Taggon, you are talking a whole load of scrap. Tell me why you fight, your reasoning to blowing up medbays is not important. If you fight for the sole reason to blow them up, then just say so, but that would not be good for you, if I may say so myself. And they are not, I noticed. That is no excuse however. I got shot when I had no intent of shooting them. But as I was shot, I fired back. Hotwire. She might be here because she wanted to, but she is not allowed to.
He turned to face the femme quickly. He was not scared of the sword as if it would be used, it would be too late. There wasn't enough space to fully swing a sword so her beat option would be stabbing.
I'm going to ask you to leave manually, Protectobots will follow you out. This is not a place for non-autobots. Refuse and we will have to force you out. Understand?
Sky asked her, not angry but in a colder tone than usual. And it was best for her own safety to do as she was instructed as the brig was one of the most heabily defended areas the autobots had, with loads of protectobots and other heavier units roaming the complex. Then he turned back to Taggon.
I can agree to not kill him now. But tell me then what you want from him so that I can kill him when that is done. Otherwise that is an offer which I cannot accept. And regarding your friend, Stalaken. I want him put in a cell, at least for now. I don't teust decepticons here, and what you said just confirms it even more.
He said with optics filled with... Sorrow? Or was it something entirely else? He could hear Sulat behind him even though he was whispering as it was dead silent otherwise, and he turned a cannon around.
Sulat, it will be more painful for you if you don't close that little intake of yours. Guard the con instead, make sure he doesn't do anything.
A couple of protectobots entered the hallway and stopped where Breech/Hotwire stood. The looked at each other before looking at her again and motioning her to follow.
Ma'am, you have to leave now. Follow us.
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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 16, 2015 12:22:06 GMT
Breech looked uncertainly at the Protectobots, "I have things to do. People to meet..." she stopped and looked at Taggon, before back at the Protectobots, "Oh, okay, might as well be honest. We can't leave. We don't have anywhere to go any more."
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Post by Taggon on Nov 16, 2015 13:41:40 GMT
As Skyspray stepped forward, Taggon sent the proper codes to the concealed AI, and adjusting clearances so that Skyspray could enter. he could only go over the processes one at a time, and he was working on Skyspray's clearance since the mech had been wise enough--no, trusting enough to step over to where Taggon was. He was passing the test thus so far, but he was not through with it yet. Though, Taggon was surprised by Hotwire's support. Her threat, much like Stalaken's boredom and Sulat's comments, weren't really helping the atmosphere at all. Then again, there wasn't much that could, unless both parties within the debate would back down. Taggon had taken the first small step back, so to speak, and Skyspray seemed to be taking the next. It seemed that violence had yet to occur after all. Taggon wordlessly put a servo on Hotwire's wrist, signaling her to back down. It is only 'scrap' if you do not like to hear good reasoning Skyspray. Taggon thought calmly, though in the next instant, he was a little baffled by his behavior. Whatever was happening to him, he was developing in a way he was not sure he liked. He was getting red-flags everywhere in the small places of his behavior, nd it was agitating him. He had confidence in what he did, but his attitude and personality--those were altering somehow.
Skyspray's response was something that made Taggon simply arch a brow. Taggon had many reasons for fighting, however he had simply told Skyspray and avoided the question just to cover other bases. The mech's terms, however, were acceptable save one: Stalaken being put in a cell. Taggon recalled the last time he put Stalaken in a cell-- Taggon thoughtfully unsheathed a knife, twirling it in a pattern between his fingers. It was an old habit, he would be messing with his knives whether he was thinking, talking, or even being polite. His servos usually found themselves examining the blades. Taggon would nonetheless turn, punching a few codes into the control panel by the wall-and indeed, it would seem lie things were computing, meanwhile, the real controls to the platform would be readied to be triggered. There was the minor set back that the AI didn't like Stalaken or Skyspray, and was reluctant to give them clearances.
"My reason for fighting is-" Taggon began, only for the protectobots to enter upon Skyspray's command, insisting that Hotwire would leave. Hotwire would mutter something before her 'kinder' voice would start acting up. So that was what this had been about. Possibly. Hotwire sounded earnest enough, and she had glanced at him for support. She had given him nothing but support, and perhaps that was her reasoning for siding with him. Though to Taggon, that was a very, very desperate move. Last he checked, he was some kind of bounty on her list. Their last discussion had ended with her concluding that he was not too interesting, so she was either up to something, or she was extremely desperate. The latter sounded unlikely. On the off-chance though...You, Taggon, are pushing what little luck you have. Taggon thought to himself.
"Skyspray. Hotwire may have come on her own accord, but, she is still my responsibility." Taggon made a mental sigh, though his voice never changed from the calm and monotonous pitch. "Stalaken and Hotwire will not leave. They come with us regardless of their standings." Taggon said, "Hence--" Taggon had just said such before the platform began to lower. Clearance for Hotwire had not been made, but the AI had been given the codes and commands, and it lowered the platform at a surprising speed. Almost vacuum fast. Before thus though, Stalaken had stood near the entrance, and Taggon grabbed the vehicon by the arm, sharply pulling him onto the platform before it disappeared under the floor. An instant before they were 'sucked' down a blast door slid over the entrance, preventing anyone else from entering. The platform took the Autobots, Avacons and Ex-Decepticons down to the A-19 strike team prison room--where a large chamber would light up for them.
"I bring you all here." Taggon would step forward. The instant this would occur, however, the AI in the room would make a small, negative bleating sound, before applying it's tractor-beam like shields to encase the two protectobots and hotwire, each in their own shield. Or these beams would be shot at them, though the likelihood of dodging was practically impossible, considering it linked onto the life-signal of any unauthorized personal and then sent a beam towards that person instantaneously. Upon working, the AI would pin Hotwire and the two protectobots right where they were.
As for everyone else, they had a clearance, though when the AI spoke, it sounded displeased.
"Status: Two authorized guests. One Skyspray, ex-decepticon, ex-A19 Strike team. The other: Stalaken, Decepticon vehicon. Current emotion protocol: distrust.
Three unauthorized life-forms. One Hotwire Bounty Hunter--the others, Wandering Autobots. Current emotions: distrust and displeasure. Awaiting command from SiC Taggon. Terminate unauthorized persons?"
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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 16, 2015 14:00:52 GMT
Hotwire's feet found they wouldn't move - although she was capable of turning her head again, "...Tag?" she asks him, making an attempt to shuffle nervously, "We're not actually gonna be shot, right?"
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 16, 2015 21:34:19 GMT
Sulat, finally relieved of having to bear through Skyspray and Taggon's lengthy dispute was boarded onto the platform and scanned. Luckily enough his disguise functioned and the system read him as a wanderer. Without having to make sure that nothing said related to him, Sulat checked his hud. It came to a shock to him that an active Avacon signature came up. Quickly looking about, trying to spot the character, his optics settled on Breech Loader/Hotwire. The bot activated a silent comm link to the femme, the signal unreadable by non-Avacon recievers.
::Whoever you are, my name isn't Sulat. I'm a' Avacon undergoing an extremely delicate mission of self preservation. You are to continue to treat me as my cover goes and as you do not know me. Oh, and since I probably should introduce myself as who I truly am, my name's really Shrike, spark twin of Contrail.::
The bot continued to stand inconspicuously as if nothing had happened. And that's the physical reaction he expected of the fellow Avacon, any sort of suspicious activity could end this for him. Really the only reason he told her was to not get shot or anything else of that sort.
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Post by Stalaken on Nov 17, 2015 3:41:17 GMT
Stalaken stood at attention as Taggon walked off towards the other mech. This made him slightly unease for Stalaken did not trust anyone in this room and he wanted Taggon to be close so if he needed to he could kill or protect his friend. It was at this point that the other Autobot came up and whispered to Stalaken about being bored. Stalaken couldnt have cared less what the other mech cared about. He also didnt answer the mech or move his helm in any sign of acknowledgement. Instead Stalaken was thinking of all the ways he could and would kill the Autobots in this room. His thought was interrupted though when Taggon activated the floor platform and yanked Stalaken on. The ride was quick just as Stalaken liked it. The room light up and Stalaken couldnt help but notice that Taggon had way too much time on his servo's to have made this base. Though Stlaken wasnt complaining for it was rather slick and cool. Then the AI spoke, only affirming Stalakens notion that Taggon has way too much free time. Though making his own AI was a different move for Taggon. Stalaken had expected a defense of some kind, the beams, but the personal AI was new.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 17, 2015 14:00:32 GMT
Taggon just glanced at the suspended trio, as he worked to create a pass for Hotwire, though he would pause. Would it be best for her to just--hover there? It would be a cruel punishment, but still. In this scenario, the Autobot code said little about what to do, not to mention, Feenixfire Primal had given him permission to do anything he so desired within his A19 Strike team territory. Hotwire was his victim. His past recollections of them told him that he had wanted to kill her in their next encounter. The vehicon took a few steps forward out of the grasp of Skyspray, so he would be just a few feet from behind right beneath her as she was suspended right below the ceiling. It was true Skyspray's grip was strong, but the vehicon's shoulder wheels jerked, humming in a circle before Taggontugged his shoulder out of the grip.
"You would be advised to tell me why you followed me in the first case. Last I checked-" Taggon paused, his speech interrupted by a transmission his HUD picked up. It was a message transmitted to Hotwire. The years had taught Taggon to be extremely watchful, and now, somehow, was a familiar old frequency that was being used. It was-- Avacon. Taggon completed his thoughts. He furrowed his ridges behind his mask. He did not know what the transmission was, his HUD had barely picked it up, but he knew that something had been given to Hotwire. And it was Avacon. Taggon slid the knife which he had been previously flipping. Taggon held it by the hilt, as if he could throw it any moment at Hotwire's neck. She would have little to no space to move with the field up--and it permitted objects from entering, but never exiting.
"You are an Avacon." Taggon stated bleakly, before sending her his own frequency, and this frequency could be caught up by Sulat:
::Hotwire. I am resisting the urges to destroy you. Before I pass my judgement, I will ask that you tell me precisely why you have come. I have little reason to trust you, and a transmission you just received gives me an even lesser reason to spare you. Tell me now, with both your voices, what you are up to exactly.
As for you secondary Avacon, unless you are Airwatcher or Silvershot, you have an fifteen minutes to leave this base before I draw my blades and hunt you down. I have been chased and worn by your kind plenty today, and I have given signs to leave me be. You will exit this facility, whoever you are. I can track the source of this frequency, and send the target to my AI, who in turn will enlighten any security of your presence and pin you.::
Taggon sent to both, before glancing back at the others, as if nothing occurred, and truly, they had no reason to believe so. "Tesarus is down the second hall, Skyspray. Turn right, then look amongst the cells for him. As of now, he is the A19 Strike Team's only prisoner. No, he has not been and will not be tortured. I will join you shortly."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 17, 2015 16:21:12 GMT
Your responsibility indeed. If anything happens that involves her, You will be the one to blame. And Stalaken is going into the brig. That is an order, soldier.
Sky stated as he continued to hold Taggon's shoulder. Sure, Taggon could disobey it but if he did, then it would mean he would recieve consequenses. As the platform began to lower, Sky didn't move an inch but instead checked his shotgun a little. Fine gun, one of his favorites. Vos was killed by it so now it hald an extra fine spot in his spark. Niw that they were down, Sky followed Taggon out into the room and watched as Hotwire and the protectobots were encased in bubbles. He grunted a little and looked down at Taggon.
Let out the protectobots. And if that thing fires at me, you're not going to like the aftermath.
And as Taggon tugfes his shoulder out from the grip, he really did so. Sky's clawed digits were still in his shoulder which meant that Taggon ripped it off himself. So now Taggon didn't have his shoulder and upper arm armor in the best case and not his arm or shoulder in the worst case. He couldn't hear the comms but he knew that something was wrong when Taggon paused for a short while. He walked up behind him and vented a little as Taggon explained where Tesarus was. At last! Soon there would be two less of them, and the world would be a better place when these fraggers were all dead. But he wasn't going to go alone.
Thank you, Taggon. But You are following with me. As your "guest", it would be rude of you not to. Now come here.
He said as he began to push and pull Taggon with him as he headed down the hall, closer and closer to his target.
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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 17, 2015 16:35:16 GMT
Hotwire raises an eye-ridge at Shrike. She doesn't look particularly impressed. After all, she has other things to worry about. Also, he's not intimidating her. Few things intimidate either of her.
Yeah, yeah. It's Hotwire...
And Breech...
Hotwire looks at Taggon again.
I suppose if you have any reason to trust me right now, it could be out of necessity. Your future isn't exactly looking bright at the servos of this Autobot here. And you asked why I came. If you must know... I know what's happening with Commander Kick-Start of the Decepticons.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 18, 2015 1:17:58 GMT
Taggon's shoulder armor was not something so easily ripped off--and despite pointy digits, Skyspray's grip didn't enable him to pierce Taggon's armor. It took much more than pointy fingers to do so, so when Taggon tugged himself free of Sksypray's grip, there was a four pronged claw-mark on Taggon's shoulder, marking it after an unpleasant screech.
"Status: Threatening tone detected. Source: Skyspray. Current emotion: Growing distrust and disliking. Readying quips and other necessities." The voice of the AI emitted from all around the room.
Then Skyspray told the Taggon--or the AI, to it it was rather un clear, to 'let out the protectobots'. Really, Skyspray shouldn't have said that. The AI lowered the protectobots, and then placed them within the entrance. It would thus lock the doors after shutting them, it's tractor beam now nullified.
"Status: Current emotion: Minor satisfaction. Unauthorized Wandering Autobots taken care of." The Computer had nothing different in it's tone, and now that everyone was in the room, it sent the bots up to the floor level, hence locking them out of the prison room. It was an act that really no one could blame. It had been programmed to secure the vicinity, and not to tolerate anything that was not authorized for too long if not at all. It was a prison AI, and hence, hospitality was not it's greatest strength. Taggon meanwhile would receive Hotwire's message, though due to his separate and outdated Avacon tech, he would have to read the message over twice due to how fuzzy or undistinguishable the words were. hence the mech would hook Hotwire up to a different frequency, one the AI could leak in on:
::Skyspray has always had a tendency to rush through things. You came to the Autobots to tell them what Kick-Start's status is? That sounds strange, considering how you seem to have favored the Decepticons in the past. I am guessing you have some sort of mission that you want me to under go with this information?::
It was a weary reply, as if he'd been given this kind of answer before. 'I have information you need' was the perfect set up for getting someone to do something and setting them up for a trap. Speaking of--Skyspray shoved Taggon forward, but by the time Skyspray came around to pulling Taggon forward, the vehicon simply stepped backward, letting the arm Skyspray used to pull call at the air.
"As my guest, I would advise against rude gestures old friend. I may understand your motives, however, you are not making this process any easier." Taggon said, before walking forward, taking the lead to Tesarus's cell. If Skyspray was not stubborn enough to stay behind, then they would walk, going the exact ways Taggon had stated they would, thus, Skyspray would be shown the cell where Tesarus was kept. The Giant was behind a thick yet luminescent field, like all brig cells, only behind it all the Giant's limbs were locked into place against the wall, including his neck, and covering those locks were rings of energy, that were obviously there to prevent the mech from even leaning forward. The Mech's appendages were not outstretched at all, so he would be rather cramped. Then again, he didn't have any arms.
"There he is. Now. What was the next part of your plan?" Taggon asked with his nonchalant, calm voice. Taggon visor was facing forward, though it was unclear where his optics were truly looking. What was obvious was that he knew Skyspray had a two-part plan about coming to Tesarus, and that stage one had quite possibly been completed.
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Post by Stalaken on Nov 18, 2015 3:35:58 GMT
Stalaken stood off to the side as the actions and events took place. He watched as Taggon walked around and Skyspray should him that it didnt matter what faction you were. Personal wants and needs over rode any rules, making him willing to hurt and damage anyone he pleased until he got what he wanted. Autobots and Decepticons, the same at heart.
Stalaken watched as Skyspray again tried to use force for his wants, but Taggon moved past Skysprays insulting actions and started to lead the way to Tesarus. When or if Skyspray moved to follow Taggon Stalaken would move behind them, walking at their speed as to not be left behind, and leave his Brother with the Autobot.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 18, 2015 13:42:14 GMT
Sulat shifted uncomfortably. Something was going on with Breech Loader... Or Hotwire. That part was a bit confusing. Was something wrong here? Did Sulat start this? But it may just be the tension of the room. Skyspray was definitely causing problems for Taggon, and that may start the previously avoided conflict. C'mon, you're both Autobots, you don't need to fight! The mech said this more to prevent damage that could make him known. Although he wanted to be safe, did really want to Sky frag up Taggon. And proceeded to mutter out: Maybe you could just end it quickly... This was getting strenuous, if the protectobots hadn't intervened, Testarossa would be dead and they wouldn't be in this mess.
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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 18, 2015 14:39:24 GMT
Hotwire smiled dryly and amicably at the words of the computer, Well, if you don't want any information, I guess I'll just be leaving like you wanted me to, then?
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 18, 2015 19:29:22 GMT
Sky's frip wqsn't so easily tugged out of either. When he grabbed something, he didn't let go. Something which many years of killing and torturing had taught him. If you dropped your weapon or tool, you would be vulnerable, an not by a little as your opponent surely was armed. His servis and digits were also made to penetrate enemy armor and rip out stuff from the inside so the cahnces of the armor staying in without being ripped off or rendered unusable was very, very slim. You had a better chance teaching a cat how the kaws of physics work, using only a paper and a rock.
When the AI spoke again, Sky let off a small vent and made a mental note that that AI was a real aft and shoukd be taken care of.
AI, touch me and it won't be something that either if us here will find pleasant. So can we all agree on that we should remain friendly and help each other instead of trying to screw each other over? Thank you. And you, Taggon, talkng about rude gestures? That's coming from the right intake, I'll tell you that. And making process easier. Pfft, a clean headshot would have made this so much easier. I'm not the one complicating things here.
Sky said as he walked after Taggon towards his Uncle. He could feel the familiar energon signature, no jammer in the world could have blocked it. He was eager to see the old fragger after all these years. Revenge was close. As they stopped outside of the cell used for the DJD member, Sky inspected it. Tesarus would not be able to come out from there, at least not in a condition where living was an option. He looked at the things keeping him in place and chuckled a bit. This was perfect. Sky did have the authority to unlock the cells if he wished, but he wouldn't do that. Not now. He looked down at the vehicon who spoke to him and he shrugged.
I'm gonna let you do what you are going to do. And I would appreciate that you do it now. I insist on you doing it now actually.
He said with a grin on his face as he pumped his shotgun once. A small trickle of energon came from some holes and had made a trail from the beginning. It was mostly there to make aure at he found his way out again.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 19, 2015 2:01:28 GMT
The codes had been sent, and hotelier's pass was confirmed. She would suddenly be lowered, then the field around her would disappear, releasing the femme to hit the floor after an inch-long fall.
"Status: Guest Hotwire successfully floored." There was a pause, as if the AI was expecting someone to chuckle, or perhaps it was simply acknowledging it's own pun, before it's voice would echo above Skyspray: "Respectful Attitude not detected. Status: Appreciation for Guest Skyspray dwindling to negative levels. Filing Guest Skyspray under-"
"Silence. Now." Taggon would interrupt the AI firmly. The whoever had programmed the AI had a bit of personality himself. Either that, or Taggon had a small talk to do with Autobot engineers, and possibly Stormgear about the prison's rangement. True, he had suggested it, given the details of security, but he had not spoken a word about how the AI was to act. he had just wanted it to be intelligent. Somehow that signed him up with this AI.
::Very well. What are your terms for me knowing this data Hotwire?:: Taggon would keep some of his questions that Hotwire had avoided to himself until she answered. If the femme was going to play hard-to-get, two could play that game. Right after ward Skyspray's words reached Taggon audio receptors, making the vehicon exhale slightly,
"If I had given Tesarus a Head Shot, then the proper data could not be acquired. Not to mention, the way I see things," Taggon said, "We could use this Decepticon as bait. Possibilities for plans vary to great levels, and if we can successfully get an edge in at least one battle, I may be able to achieve--other objectives." Taggon said the last part vaguely. To Him, killing Tesarus would have been Justice, however, a new Teasers would have only taken his place, not to mention, he wouldn't have something to catch the DJD's attention. Though recently--their activity had been falling more and more downward. Taggon would send more commands to the Prison's systems as he stood, eyeing Skyspray and his shotgun. He was clearly here to kill Tesarus. Taggon would meanwhile access some old tech he'd kept tucked away for a while. The Avacons, were a group he had once served, and they had shown him many of their gadgets and tools. One of which, had been a wireless cortical psychic patch. The way teasers was clamped to the wall, there had been a small dent meant for his head. In that dent was some needles, meant to sink into the victim's brain module. However, the AI would be doing the surgery, while Taggon's visor would receive all the data the AI was collecting.
The AI would probe the mind of the giant, and Taggon would be sent what it was learning. It seemed that the vehicon was but standing there, though to anybody, it was clear he was up to something. Though with Taggon, it was always hard to tell what exactly. In the meantime, Taggon's extremely nimble processor would review and think of other matters--such as the bot called Sulat. What was this mech's game? Was he a disciple of Skyspray's? he was in combat with the mech, and seemed to be peaceful enough now, but he had still killed Taggon's men. There was no extreme cause of suspicion, however, the mech should be given some form of consequence for intentionally destroying lives of his own faction.
Or had he? Taggon continued to receive Data from Tesarus, as he reached on his belt, and offered a small something to Skyspray. It was a needle full of Medium grade energon. Taggon had noticed the mech bleeding, and if they weren't going to fight, then perhaps the mech could use a small boost of energy. tag kept such rations on his person so he wouldn't have to take a break at the Lix bar.
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Post by Breech Loader on Nov 21, 2015 17:24:39 GMT
Hotwire nods as her feet touch the ground again.
::Access to the ship - its public areas anyway - is a request I make now. At some point in the future I... we... may need our personality chip restoring to a proper function.::
There's what can be interpreted as an awkward pause with the transition from Hotwire to Breech.
::We know you're suspicious. But we're a mercenary. That's the point.::
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Nov 21, 2015 17:51:04 GMT
Sulat shrugged and looked about. This whole place was a mess of things that could break his disguise. He had to play it safe and avoid action, he'd already gotten Breechloadef/Hotwire in trouble. Remembering what got him here now he quietly asked Skyspray: Ey' after we're done here, I need to get back to where we fought Tesarus. Can't leave that insecticon just sitting there. And personally, I think these cells we're at now would make a good resting point for him. The mech turns to Taggon, there definitely was something fishy going on. Maybe he was just in deep thought, Sulat wouldn't know. The entirety of the past few minutes have been a mess for him, mostly confusion. Maybe it would have been helpful to look into Taggon during briefings, but Sulat isn't the kind to pay attention in a meeting. So he'd have to make do now. Hey Taggon, you look a little out of it. Something you thinkin' about?
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 22, 2015 6:06:05 GMT
Sky was on the verge to just shoot the AI if it would have had a physical form. He vented multiple times to both calm down and to clear his ventilation systems so that the fuel required to keep it going would be lowered.
You don't understand. If you get captured by autobots, or surrender to autobots, then you get stamped as a traitor too. They won't show up to rescue him but to kill him. He has failed and they know it. They don't care about him anymore. Only the information in his processor. Although I don't think you'll find much in there......
Sky said as he kept watching. When Sulat spoke to him, he nodded a little but didn't say anything. He did accept the cube from Taggon though and drank it.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 22, 2015 14:36:56 GMT
Taggon was silent for a full minute, not responding to anyone for sixty seconds as he stood, his servos behind his back. His visor was fixed to the distance, though the way he held himself, it would still be unclear as to why he was doing this, or what he was up to.
The data within Tesarus's mind had been obtained. Today's data scan wasn't your typical errand for Decepticon plans. No. It was for--information on all personnel of the DJD. Through Tesarus, Taggon would gain knowledge of each member's doings, thus their actions and methods of doing things. Not only this, but--yes--their planning of the past. This would allow him to predict future tactics with further ease.
::Name the specific regions of the public areas of the Arc you desire then. Yes. I am suspicious. I will offer you this: I call upon the best surgeons I know to restore your personalty chips. If you so desire, I can provide one body for Breech, and let you keep your original body. If you also tell me why you desire access to public areas, and I will do what I can to give you a pass.::
'Hey Taggon, you look a little out of it. Something you thinkin' about?'
Taggon's attentions would be turned to the Autobot designated Sulat, who had just spoken to him. The vehicon would glanced at the mech,
"Always." Taggon said, it would seem he was answering the latter half of Sulat's statement, but if he really was, it was unknown. "Until you have established a rank higher then me, you may refer to me as 'sir' or 'officer'." Taggon would return coolly, then would proceed to hear Skyspray out as he would cut the cortical connection to the giant. The vehicon would let his visor gaze directly upon Skyspray,
"Yes. They care about Tesarus's data. If the DJD are smart, they will know that I can derive much of their history and data from Tesarus. That reason, along with Nickel's insistence, will be more than good motivation for them to come for him. That is no doubt." Taggon would reply, never indicating he did anything at all to his captive, "So until then, Tesarus will remain here. I have other matters to attend to before I prepare my trap." Taggon paused. He would nod towards the way they had come, though he could sense a struggle being made of this already. Just the way he had worded his sentence would provide Skyspray with good retorts. In fact--through Tesarus's optics, quite literally--Taggon had witnessed much of Skyspray's making. "Tesarus's death can wait."
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