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Post by Taggon on Dec 13, 2015 14:31:21 GMT
The Outcode Operation room is a location of which is not authorized by most personnel. (You have to be a part of the Autobot Council or higher to enter, unless you have authorization) This center is dark when not being operated by the A.I. that manages the entire vicinity. The A.I. is the exact same on that is in charge of the Outcode Cells, belonging to the A19 Strike team--and like the Cells, there are a few small devices which can use the magnetic beams that the A.I. has control of. The room, once lit up, is actually not so creepy. Many organized tools, trays, and pieces are within. Many blue-prints are piled in a corner, and more and more are added daily by the A.I. It's source of information comes from stolen data tracks that were made by the infamous Decepticon Commander Chaff(given generously to Officer Taggon by his good friend Stalaken ) , and constantly, the A.I. constructs and modifies blue prints to the genius Decepticon's ideas. Or just plain-old duplicates them. There is a heavy metal door, and only one entrance. Or so the room indicates. ((If you are a member of the A19 Strike Team, or are trusted enough, you will be given the details of the entrances to the other entrances. Until then, it is quite impossible for anyone to find them, as I will never utter the passageways.)) The A.I. does things by using varieties of arms, tentacles, and appendages that fold out of the ceiling or walls. These arms can reach the many berths and desks, and the room is decked with cameras so the A.I. can see things from all angles. These cameras also have varieties of vision, heat vision, x-ray vision, microscopic vision, as to permit the A.I. create what it can. There are plenty of computers and power sources within the room, so that the A.I. or any operators will have an ample supply of energy for creations. ((WARNING: The A.I. is pretty much a jerk to anyone it doesn't like, or anyone who isn't the A19-Strike Team. If you are good at talking, go ahead and try your luck, but if not, be careful! )) --
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Post by Taggon on Feb 6, 2016 14:00:25 GMT
The A.I. of the A19 Strike team would multi-task it's efforts, preparing the room for the next cutting edge device to be used.
The A.I., along side of the occasionally checking in members of the A19 Strike team, had, with them via com-lines analyzed the precious jems worth of data within Decepticon Commander Chaff's research logs. The spontaneous and clearly unstable mech had discovered a great many wonders, and what he knew had intrigued Taggon, Plexo, and the AI itself from the start. Chaff had hit a great deal of notes with his research, but one of interest was his knowledge of artificial sparks, and of how they functioned.
Taggon and Plexo had been provided with little time in examining what Chaff had to say, and thus far, the AI would see it that the deceased doctor was a mech who had unlocked an alleyway's worth of opportunities in science. Duplication was one of Chaff's strengths, personality hazards were something that dwarfed the mech's grip on reality, but it had given him a wide view on science. He had seen everything from every angle, and was able to describe things so perfectly, and in such a way that one could understand his teachings. Hours had ticked by, and the A.I. found itself fascinated by what it discovered.
From the shadows, some of the Autobots moved, whether they were wreckers or A19 Strike team. The data the AI was pertaining would help their operations...
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The AI had a while ago sent a call out for Taggon to arrive shortly. It hoped its master would arrive shortly.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 7, 2016 16:36:53 GMT
“Breech… did you ever encounter a group of Cybertronians known as the Avacons?” Taggon asked, as he proceeded on into the room, expecting her to follow if she was to keep up the conversation.
"Another faction? Well that makes things just so much easier," Breechsighed, scratching at her helm and thinking about it, "The name sounds... vaguely familiar. Like the first chords to a song, though for the life of me I can't place the name. Maybe I've heard it around somewhere or... something like that. Why?"
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2016 0:42:55 GMT
"Hmm."
Taggon frowned slightly, he had felt sure that Breech had known something or the other about that third faction. If she didn't remember though, then that he couldn't do much about that. The two hadn't officially entered the A19 Strike team operation center, in fact, they would just stand before one of the entrances--or that was as close as either one of them would get, since the entrance was closed.
Taggon would send a few codes to the AI within the room, creating a clearance for three mechs, and the one femme the was beside him. Taggon had heard the footsteps of someone coming from behind, and by how quiet they were, he reckoned that it could be a number of people; he had two apprentices, and both of them walked quietly behind him before piping up. The door would open, revealing a room that was rather large. It would not be chamber sizer, but there would be tables, berths with ready tools and parts for creating. The floor and walls were smooth and flat, with the exceptions of what seemed to be square-crevices, giving the metal surroundings a tile-floor likeness. Upon the ceiling, light blue holo screens were displayed, streaming data and code. One such screen seemed to be the recording of a long dead mech--Decepticon Chaff. He would be jabbering on about something or the other on his screen;
"--It works like a railway. Only there are different railways, see? So I have got to find out how to align them--" The screen would be offlined,
"Recording ended. Analyzation complete." A monotonous voice would echo from the ceiling. "Officer Taggon recognized. Guest Breech recognized. Guest Windtalker---new comer. New Guest accepted however. Third one--yet to come." The A.I.'s synthetic voice seemed to hold little care about any of the three. Taggon never gazed up, instead he would navigate to the middle of the room. The A.I. would then begin to speak once more.
"Sir. Recent analyzation of artificial sparks tells me that you will require a small check-up on yours. It has a possibility of malfunctioning, if not attended to properly." The A.I. would say, bringing up a holo-image of Taggon, with his spark highlighted in yellow, and other vitals in red. Taggon glanced at the A.I. "I would request you take a seat on the berth sir."
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 8, 2016 1:42:00 GMT
(Rikk says I've been ret-conned out of the Avacons or something, and hell, he locked your thread until I changed it.)
"What's that? Chaff?" Breech looked up as the screen went off, "Chaff's meant to be dead, o'course... Where is this, Tag?"
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Post by Shatterbeam on Feb 8, 2016 19:27:38 GMT
Windtalker remained perched on Taggon's shoulder, and opened the comm.
::Artificial spark? You best get yourself fixed up. Don't want to lose ya so soon.
Wind stayed on his shoulder, though would fly off and onto the ground if Taggon layed on the berth.
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Post by Sydrone on Feb 8, 2016 20:12:37 GMT
Sydrone walks in I do hope I'm not interrupting anything, boss. Sydrone said, before bowing to Taggon, his arm drawn across his chest in typical Assassin fashion Boss, I was just wondering what our next move would be. We did the thing with the pod, we've been training, but when are we going back into the field. Primus knows we need to do something about this situation at hand. he said. Before nodding to Breech and Windcharger Breech Loader. Windcharger. he said.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 9, 2016 13:15:44 GMT
((Sorry for the short wait everyone, my internet went out for a little while--and still is pretty slow.)) - - -((Nothing too surprising there Hotwire. Thrash and Skyspray keep a suspiciously close eye on my activities all the time. Then again, who wouldn't want to read my stuff? XP ))
Taggon Heard a few questions be asked, and answered the first one as he eyed the strange berth the A.I. had prepared for him. it wasn't just any ordinary berth, it was practically segmented to the wall, almost like the berth was an extension of one of the tile-like plates jutting out of the wall. Plating and plenty of wires were protruding out of the plating connected behind the berth-the surface of the berth itself was unique, with strange curves and holes that were lit with small lights and tubes. Evidently, whatever 'check-up' this A.I. was going to run, it had made something rather special for Taggon.
"I will send all the data regarding what is occurring into your HUD sir, and explanations why." The A.I. assured him. Taggon just let his visor set unsteadily upon the berth.
"Breech, we are an A19 Strike team operation center. Lots of little schemes and toys come to life here. Or new ones have, recently." Taggon answered her. "Indeed. Chaff is dead. Or, that is what we believe. You can never predict that mech...I knew him for half of my life time, and I have but scratched his surface(s)." Taggon gestured at the screens. The com from Windtalker encouraging him to get this 'check-up' completed. It was then that the third mech would make his quiet entry, and then call attention to himself. It was Sydrone, the young assassin. He would bow, and Taggon would return the small gesture of respect with a slight downward tilt of his helm. Taggon had the authority it seemed, but the respect was mutual.
"My artificial spark requires some sort of analyzation, and possibly repairs or adjustments. I will need only a small portion of time until I can step up..." the vehicon glanced at the A.I.'s screen.
"Indeed sir. I will need a full scan of your spark. There will be a part which...might 'suck' sir." The A.I. had a bit of childish sarcasm in his voice. It was clear the A.I. had much to explain in the details it would send when he laid down. Taggon took steps towards his berth, and he would lay down upon it, as advised and told. Almost instantaneously, he could feel a needle seep into his back, and inject a liquid into him that would cause his pain receptors to temporarily deactivate. Taggon blinked at the uncomfortable numbness from behind his mask. Taggon would also mentally prepare himself for any questions on his artificial spark. Now-a-days, few could say they had one--some times, Taggon was convinced he was the only one who had an artificial spark.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 9, 2016 16:55:09 GMT
Breech leant over Taggon, who was on the berth, "So I'm here because you... need my help, Tag? There's some kind of service I can provide?"
An artificial Spark, huh? Freaky. The Decepticons had developed something like that for their Vee-Twos but she'd never expected to see such a thing in a standard issue mech.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 10, 2016 14:17:34 GMT
Taggon looked at Breech from behind his visor.
"You are here simply because you followed. You had a few questions to ask, and I answered them. You may leave if you like." Taggon said, as a bit of the berth's sides would shift, and cover Taggon's upper body, concealing all of his chest plat from view. From within, the machine was removing layers of armor, and carefully making room for access to Taggon's spark chamber from both ends. Surgical cuts would take place simultaneously, the thick 'chest plate' over Taggon would extend dozens of small little arms, all working to remove plating where it had been specifically hooked and latched into Taggon's being. Meanwhile, Taggon's spine would be avoided, however, cables and cords would begin to work their way to his spark chamber--it was like two hands slowly covering over a small rubber ball, before applying pressure. Taggon was getting that sensation, and was already looking forward to the end of the surgery.
The vehicon meanwhile was provided the information he had been guaranteed on why such an operation was taking place. Taggon furrowed a brow.
::These alterations to me are going to be--strange.:: Taggon told the A.I. via private com.
::You requested the whole project on the research your friend Stalaken provided on Chaff's own explorations of artificial sparks. I believe, after the long while I have been researching, I have found some of his answers could act as solutions to future problems. This whole thing was something you wanted me to look into sir.:: Came the reply. Taggon would pause, looking at the strands of data that crossed through his HUD. Taggon just frowned. ::Duplication of a few necessities and other adjustments should take but a little while. Just please wait sir.::
The A.I. had had it's say, and Taggon would not argue. After looking through a few other files, and reviewing a few suspicions...Taggon would sigh.
"It is strange, what Autobots are around these days, correct?" Taggon would ask openly.
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Post by Sydrone on Feb 10, 2016 21:39:16 GMT
Sydrone wouldn't even flinch, just watch with mild curiosity on his metal features. He would open his mouth a few times, as if searching for something to say, before finally saying So... An artificial spark, huh? Wanna catch me up, boss? Sydrone asks, speaking casually, but keeping the respectful tone in his voice, almost as if he was making a formal request in disguise.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 12, 2016 15:00:13 GMT
The A.I., now with full access to Taggon's artificial spark, or as Chaff had called it, an 'Immagron', The A.I. would run careful scans. The Spark, as blueprints in Chaff's data had revealed, was something that the A.I. would find the artificial spark accurate to, as it had presumed. The A.I. would keep the scans on the active Immagron constantly updated, and would apply it's technical and multitasking skill to run the adjustments on the spark, and what went on within the thick metal plating behind Taggon. Gears and ratchets would wind, and things would hum eerily from within the large but of metal plating behind Taggon.
All the while, Taggon felt it slightly discomforting that he could not feel a thing. He knew what was occurring though. As the commands from the A.I. through the built in berth's chest plate, arms and needles would flex within Taggon's chassis.
"My artificial spark--something that is masked even to me, despite recent research by my A.I." Taggon would begin, as Sydrone asked the question that was a rather predictable one, and yet, it was not a bad question. Taggon had many things he kept quiet about. "I was captured by scientist long ago. He fooled me by answering my request for a ground bridge to my friends by sending one himself before I could think twice about who truly sent it. By interfering with the com-line, my old friends thought I was simply still missing. I had been captured by a group of Autobots, and recently escaped...that is another story. Once I entered his facility, he knocked me out cold, and strapped me to a berth. The scientist had no clear form, he worked in the shadows. He ran experiments on my spark. The agony was so extreme details are blurry. I was held in his lab for days, as my spark was changed--I am not sure how precisely--into an artificial one." Taggon paused. "I can recall looking down, seeing the blue glow of my open spark chamber, then shorting out. Then I awoke, and the glow was yellow. My mind was also--remolded. I could feel it being altered with every waking moment in that lab."
"Eventually, reduce came, and in the form of two groups; one was a squad of vehicons, the other an Autobot femme designated Flare Striker. The aftermath of the situation after that is something a bit private." Taggon concluded. He had told them how he had been given an artificial spark--or, more like it, his recollection of how he had. Even then, the details were faint.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 12, 2016 17:16:24 GMT
"I worked for a Scientist who was developing Artificial Sparks one time," Breech commented, "Mercs do more than kill people, y'know. He wanted some special equipment that money couldn't buy. So I had to kill people to get hold of it. Morals, eh? Who'd have 'em?"
She continued, frowning slightly, "What's it like? Your spark, I mean. Looks to me like it's a pretty fair job, seeing as I didn't realise until I was told."
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Post by Shatterbeam on Feb 12, 2016 23:49:05 GMT
Windtalker flapped up and rested on the most comfortable looking perch. Which was presently Sydrone's head. Windtalker took a large intake, smelling an odd, familiar scent. On the newcomer? Inconcievable. He hadn't smelled that distinct smell for what felt like, and likely was, a million years. Oughta look into that later.
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Post by Sydrone on Feb 13, 2016 21:50:48 GMT
Sydrone looks up with his optics Hey Windtalker. How's it hanging? he asks. Although Sy didn't know much about the little Minibot, he at least knew it's name. You seem confused. Something you need me to clear up for you? he asks, picking up on Windtalkers curiosity. Sydrone's study into Psychology at Assassin Training had made him quite good at Tell Spotting.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 14, 2016 1:41:59 GMT
((Bad internet problems again. So sorry for keeping you guys waiting. ))
Taggon would thoughtfully tilt his head to the side at Breeches question on how his artificial spark felt.
"I will tell you that at first, things felt strange. As if I was getting used to my own body again, and learning how to walk. My A.I., Tobar, has told me that if my original spark had been turned into an Immagron, then the code in my head and spark was still being organized. Hence, I was unable to think straight. Possibly not even act like myself for a little while." Taggon explained. "But, ever since then, my body feels quite normal. Up to this point, my artificial spark has not acted as a hindrance at all." Taggon answered. Within Taggon, scanning was complete. The A.I., Tobar, would simply pull it's tendrils back from within Taggon, and begin to mend what it had sliced through. As the A.I. restored Taggons back plating, it would send the message to his HUD. ::The 'Rail way' alignment is complete. Your new counterparts body is all the has to be made now. When you are ready, you may transfuse. Careful though, sir.::
Taggon grunted, as the painkiller began to wear off, and he could feel the stinging in his back from the cuts previously made by the A.I.
::I encourage you to hurry then.:: He would tell Tobar. The A.I. would not respond, rather, it would remain silent.
The chest plate over Taggon would be removed, as the last of his armor was put back in place. The vehicon would arise from the berth, shaking himself off.
"The process is complete." he would say the obvious, as he looked at his wrists. He would look to Breech, then the rest in the room. He would let the entrance open, thought he would look to Windtalker as Sydrone asked if the bird was alright. The vehicon eyed his surroundings cautiously behind his mask. Everyday within the Autobots ranks since his commander left, things had been...strange for him. People just didn't like him period, and it was getting him agitated in some ways.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 16, 2016 1:43:49 GMT
"A spark is a valuble thing to scientists. It's unlikely it was destroyed," Breech looked thoughtful and cynical both at once, "Although it's far less likely that it's in the same condition as when it left you."
The broad-shouldered femme took a seat, "I'm still not sure what to do," she confessed, "What possible use could the Autobots have for me? I've looked for a reason to even continue existing and it's hard to think of something else I can do for you..."
She crossed her arms over her knees.
"Despite how you've helped me, I'm still only good at the one thing. I don't know how I'd cope if the war even ended."
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Post by Taggon on Feb 16, 2016 13:54:56 GMT
When the 409th had been given programs and specific thought-patterns so that each member's personality would interact with their programming so they would have their role, Taggon had been given the role of hand-to-hand combatant/ strategist expert. He was supposed to have genius when it came to killing things, very simply put. Graph on the other servo, was the team's philosopher; he gave the legion the morale it needed, and it seemed the vehicon had all the answers back then. The philosophy was rotated around Lord Megatron's crusades, but nonetheless--whenever Taggon was put in the position of the person who had to try to give answers to someone in this predicament, his processor always switched to Graph. It was Taggon silently wondering why had things in his two-year-life-expectency had gotten so complicated and multi-dimensional for him.
The fact was, Breech needed help. Taggon had never been some big friend of hers, and was not a fan of how she had spent her life, and yet, she was practically asking him for help. Or was saying she was open to suggestions to say the least.
"I am a creature of war, Breech." Taggon said quietly, though it seemed he was saying this more to himself than her. One might even say he was trying to give himself a reason to have an excuse not to reply. Maybe I could hook her up with her ex-parol officer---he would be more creative and vigorous to help her than I could be. While his romance would act as his motivation, I have little to know logical reason of why I should truly help her. I do not even know if I can call her friend, or even should have allowed her to set foot in this base. The vehicon had fallen silent for a moment.
"Breech, maybe the question you should be asking yourself is what is 'good' to you? What side does enough 'good', or stands up for enough of the beliefs you have? When you die, are you going to feel regretful over your decision of what you did last or are you going to be satisfied?" Taggon began freshly, his voice still unreadable. "I can give advice Breech, but I do not have the answers. I do myself have a different question: why have you come to me for this? Last I checked, I was 'boring'." Taggon said. Taggon had decided he might as well help. He was an Autobot, and this was a talk, he reckoned, from one killer to another.
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Post by Breech Loader on Feb 17, 2016 3:19:21 GMT
"Heh, boring? Maybe. A professional merc never lets their last judgement cloud the next," Breech shook her head, "Nobody ever paid a merc to do the right thing. When I ask for payment, it's not about the danger. A merc's charging to take on other people's sins."
She chuckled lightly at the philosophy.
"That I learnt a long time ago. Are there really good people and bad people? Or are the good people just the ones who keep their hands clean? There's so much grey in the world, Tag. You defected; you should know you're a part of it. I guess that's why I'm asking you."
She rubbed her head, tortured.
"To be honest, there's a lot in my life that I regret. I never really felt like a good person. I don't know what it would feel like to be one. Is it nice?"
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Post by Taggon on Feb 17, 2016 14:06:17 GMT
Taggon rested his servo on the hilt of one of his blades, before he unsheathed it, letting the metallic weapon reflect the head lights before he spun it around, pointing the sharp tip toward the corner of a ceiling. Hence, the vehicon would proceed to sharpen the blade, despite how insanely honed the blade already seemed. By now, everyone knew it was what Taggon did out of habit.
'That I learnt a long time ago. Are there really good people and bad people? Or are the good people just the ones who keep their hands clean? There's so much grey in the world, Tag. You defected; you should know you're a part of it. I guess that's why I'm asking you.'
The vehicon would release a small sigh from his mask. He knew.
'To be honest, there's a lot in my life that I regret. I never really felt like a good person. I don't know what it would feel like to be one. Is it nice?'
Taggon had slightly mis-worded the last part of his suggestions.
"Let me try to rephrase the last part. I know that just about everyone has something they regret. But the point to one being satisfied with one's actions at the end of one's lifespan is did they feel they tried to fix what had gone wrong, or has that one person previously done anything that he or she feels would be a fine note to end on?" Taggon corrected himself. Then again, he was still developing his own philosophies in some ways...he was still learning after all. "Yes. I am perfectly aware I live in the grey shaded area. Deeper than you may know."
"'Nice'." Taggon repeated the word Breech used. It seemed she was associating the word 'nice' with 'Autobot'. The only reason that made Taggon repeat the word was that people always associated the Autobots with the word 'nice' since most of the 'nice' people who could fight were an Autobot. And yet. "Being a 'nice' person means you are going to most likely face the same trials you have before, but perhaps respond to them in a different way, and have different results. I would say about fifty percent of the time, thanks to the war, being 'nice' is not something that often pays off. Maybe you are just being 'nice' because you think it is right. To the point...when you are 'nice', nothing is promised to you...but as you go, you might have more friends to turn to for support in the end." Taggon said. He would continue to sharpen his blade.
::Operation about 40% done sir. Oh. You're going to have a visitor.::
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