Blackjack
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Post by Blackjack on Dec 27, 2015 18:29:03 GMT
((Ulti, seeing as you are so willing to enter something that does not concern you, I'll humour you: The database contains known Decepticons and their Alt forms and features. It also contains the same for Autobots but also includes personality. Scary, I will gladly comply.))
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Dec 27, 2015 20:47:23 GMT
(Yeah sorry about that Backers, I was half a sleep when I posted that so my bad. I just edited.)
Brain End would come to a stop near the army of drones, and waited for one of the beasts to show weaknesses, or blind spots. The doctor would watch the Autobots carefully waiting for the right time to strike, He had two of his extra limbs ready to guard in case one of them struck him first, and the claws on the other two would close forming a shape similar to arrow, or spear heads his Energon blades began to heat up. The was (hopefully) ready for anything these bots had at there disposal.
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Backbeat
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Decepticon
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 28, 2015 6:04:38 GMT
((edited, also I agree with everyone that a database with info on every character is a little godmodish. ))
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Plexo
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Neutral
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Post by Plexo on Dec 28, 2015 8:48:33 GMT
Watch thy self. I shal deter the foe.Methuselah, with servos creaking and aching, forming an emp chakram in each servos. Methuselah's accuracy was among the greatest, and the chakram a were nothing to sneeze at. If the unknown car wanted these secrets, well, he'd have to work damn hard to even reach them. Methuselah was old, and would likely lose the fight, but any Primus damned cybertronian could see that he would not yield until his spark did, if even then. Ancient language or no, the message was clear as Methuselah let out a cry and hurled the chakrams, likely to hit. The car would take a moment to move, it was doubtful that he could transform fast enough, and Methuselah was accurate. Plexo had not parked, but had rather been driving along the highway--the Decepticon and neutral faction audience had been well in Plexo's sights. From behind his screen, he watched as Backbeat exchanged a few words with an ancient looking mech, and how that mech stepped forth with some effort. He would bring out a relic of a weapon, one which by the way the old mech as holding, was to be launched through the air towards Plexo. The car would rev it's engines, before its driver would suddenly jerk it's wheels a different direction, almost just after the chakram was thrown; Plexo would swerve to the left, right towards the thrower. Plexo was a mech who had been educated in the ways of many a blade and martial arts, and his reflexes complimented his wide knowledge. The knight was angling himself so that the blades would ricochet off of his frame, and indeed, the first blade glanced off of the golden part of Plexo's curvy front. The second blade would chink right into the edge of the warrior's door, thanks to the curving angle. This bad would not go too deeply in Plexo's armor, thanks to it's interlocking chain-mail effect--his armor would absorb the hit easily, and thanks to its great resilience, the blade would not break any of the layers.
Plexo was still rocketing forward, even though he was still swerving. Plexo would hence slam on his front tire breaks before the back ones, and with the abrupt attempt to stop, Plexo would be launched into the air, flying feet into the air as his body began to shift, his appearance altering from car to robot. Plexo was positioned vertically in the air within the second, his servo clasping around the hilt of his sword, Ayre, before unsheathing the great blade. The blade would extend from it's sheet, the ancient encribings upon it blurred thanks to Plexo's speed and barreling. These were visible nonetheless, as they lit up in a brilliant blue upon the blade being unsheathed. The blades light would seem to whisp behind it as Plexo swung the blade harshly downward as he spun in the air, now directly above Methuselah. The tip of the great blade was cleaving for the mech's right shoulder, as to slice through the upper half of the shoulder and render cables cut through, and the limb attached to the shoulder hard to control. Plexo's own accuracy and dexterity was among the keenest, his blade suited him with it being just as insanely sharp.
Plexo would land gracefully upon the ground as he skidded back, his form bent. Plexo continued to skid back a little ways, as his engines continued to hum, one such engine charging a weapon still. Plexo would pause for a moment, slightly tilting his helm backward as the Decepticons moved, and the sound of ground bridges opening around the vicinity were audible--more Autobots were arriving on the scene. The Decepticons in turn were moving to fight and surround these Autobots, who were not too far. Plexo's HUD approximated the distance between him and the Autobots to be around 55 meters---meaning the Deceptions had not surrounded him quite yet, or much less noticed him. Plexo knew his duties though. He would assist these Autobots, but before hand, he would need to address a few small matters: such as locking onto a shuttle which contained the Decepticon leader, and highlighting it with a hexagon--scanning for the frequencies which it's controls did, and tuning his Expellers as to hinder it, once they would be equipped. This multi-tasking would grant Methusalah an instant to regain his stance and take his turn--
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 13:17:37 GMT
((Well, I deny to post something until the 'database' thing (or I should say 'pokedex´')is fixed. We aren't pokemons to get out stats seen by strangers that have never seen))
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Dec 29, 2015 9:54:35 GMT
(( Just fix the bloomin' pokedex thing before this drags on any longer. ))
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Sydrone
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Sky's little helper.
Autobot
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Post by Sydrone on Dec 29, 2015 14:35:16 GMT
((okay, okay, no database, but the fact remains that Blackjack is still an Ex-Decepticon, it stands to reason that he would know some Decepticons, both old and new.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 15:51:08 GMT
((Stil metagaming. Also, if that were allowed, I think you can't know Scary since she is a new con, ask Backbeat and the Kaocons, she wants a 'con in the first days of TFG, so, she would be out of the 'database' or Blackjack knowledge, also, is more fun when characters knows to each other for first time, please, dont get that fun away. I'll ignore your post at all, for your sake, for mine, and the sake of the rest of the TFG users. I don't want to be rude, even this makes me feel bad for that, but it's necessary ))
Scary would send 2 missiles at Blackclaw as the jet continue flying at him, but her intention is to get closer of the predacons.
(I know, my post is too stupid, but I had to find a way to get into the RP again)
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Sydrone
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Sky's little helper.
Autobot
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Post by Sydrone on Dec 30, 2015 10:28:14 GMT
((I can see your point. I don't believe Blackjack knowing a couple of 'Cons is Meta, but if she was a new con then I concede. Also, I always like it when two characters share history and fight. It's why Optimus and Megatron throwing down is always so exciting for me. And I'm just going to wait for others to post, so I know where Blackjack can go from here.))
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Dec 30, 2015 21:15:12 GMT
(( hello sorry about that, xmas and working my aft off after xmas caused me to be a bit late. ))
"They already knew we were here!"
*She draws her crossbow shield and fires it as the drones, then at Scaryfire, firing about three fire arrows at each foe.*
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Dec 30, 2015 21:47:34 GMT
*Blackclaw growled loudly as the missiles hit him, tearing off peices of his bulky dragon armor, he then transforms into robot mode, landing on the ground with a thud.*
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Dec 30, 2015 22:02:46 GMT
One of his blades would retract into his left gauntlet, and a Pathblaster woulld replace, he tried to decided which beast to fire at first. The dragon, or the Primal, he would do a quick calculation of his chances of winning based on what little he'd seen so far, and decided to go for the one that would be more credible. The mech would simply walk between the drones until he could see the beast perfectly. Brain End would aim the Pathblaster, at the Primal, and would open fire on the Predacon Prime. A somewhat crazy look appeared on the doctors faceplate, we would speak quietly to himself.
Predacons, oh how they always make the best subjects for researching. They always seem to have something unique to them that's different from others.
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Backbeat
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Decepticon
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 30, 2015 22:14:13 GMT
(( hello sorry about that, xmas and working my aft off after xmas caused me to be a bit late. )) "They already knew we were here!"*She draws her crossbow shield and fires it as the drones, then at Scaryfire, firing about three fire arrows at each foe.* The Mayhem drone charging at Primal staggers back from the hail of arrows as the other jumps and rolls out of the way. The damaged mayhem drone continues it's charge towards Primal as if the rain of arrows was nothing. The ruined ship's intercom system reactivates and is heard both inside and outside of the ruined hull... Backbeat's voice is heard ' Your listening to radio Backbeat! Broadcasting from inside my old home... It's seen better days... But you'd be surprised what's survived... But I'll avoid spoiling anything just this yet... If you survive, you'll see what I'm planning soon enough... ' The intercom system shuts down. Inside the ship, through broken corridors and damaged blast doors Backbeat waits in the command deck. He had raided what was left of the armory and was now attaching new armor components to his armor and readying new weapons while he waited for the ship's computers to finish downloading it's data to an empty data-disk.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 22:35:59 GMT
The arrow got stuck on a fissure left in middle of her wing and the fuselage. The paint job burns but the tungsten would resist the heat without problems, after all, the heavy armour of the femme is made to resist the hits and high temperatures in certain levels. Scary would smirk on her mind. since the arrow doesn't have another effects at the moment.
After notice the attacks made by the mayhem drones and Brainend. She gets disturbed. The femme would say something, but he's not sure if she can be listened by Brainend or Backbeat since she doesn't know the comm number of such Doctor or the decepticon leader.
Interrupting a fight it a lack of manner in gladiator fights!... the end... gladiators are almost extinct these days...
Scary is ignorant about the identity of Primal. She only has heard about the leader of 'bots, but it isn't relevant. Anyway, Scary wont act different since all autobots are the same, without care their rank or level of importance. Scary would fly closer, trying to distract her before to charge towards the black predacon, leaving Feenix like is she were a simple trooper.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Dec 31, 2015 0:25:09 GMT
*Blackclaw then drew out his two-handed mace, going for Scaryfire since she wanted a piece of him, despite his age, Blackclaw was no slouch for when it came to a one on one. He was about to dive in for a blow on her side when Supernova sent out of comm.*
:: TO ANY FRAGGIN' AUTOBOTS WHO ARE RECIVEING, WE NEED A BLOODY GROUNDBRIDGE NOW! THERE'S A CYBERWORM ATTACKING US AND IT CAN TALK! ::
*Supernova shrieks over the comm and Blackclaw sighed, withdrawing from his advance to quickly send in a groundbridge at his daughter's co-ordinates.*
I'm getting too old for this scrap...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2015 1:00:53 GMT
Noticing Claw moving away, Scary would move towards his direction. The order to destroy them remains in her head without care the circumstances. The jet transforms into an androgynous femme,which holds one of her sword on her right servo. She would land some feet close from the predacon as she stumbles in a clumsy way. She needs to improve her lands, but she wont care about it while she needs to fight.
The are the enemy, they are stopping us to bring the peace back!
Her face is insane, or at least, the optics that are the only visible thing of her face. Those heterochromia optics. The right one has some old marks of being violently place in there as the red one looks normal. Anyway, Scary would stand up and run towards Backclaw with her sword ready to be used.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Dec 31, 2015 9:37:38 GMT
*Claw braced himself and clutched his axe tightly, he was more than ready to meet Scaryfire head on, he wasn't blinded by ideals, the ONLY reason he fights beside the Autobots is because of his need to make amends with his daughter, once that was done, Claw would leave. He needed to take a break and live on peacefully after this.*
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Dec 31, 2015 17:55:53 GMT
"The Primal. Deathgrip, Jetlag, engage!"
Deathgrip's engine rorared into life as he charged towards Feenix, Jetlag swooping down low to fire a pair of missiles directly at the Primal, pulling up again as he flew over the Primal's head, his jets blowing gale force winds around the Primal as he pulled back up into the sky. In the wake of the attack, Deathgrip closed the gap, accelerating to his maximum speed to ram into Feenixfire. Back at the ship, Quaketread and Meltdown tightened up formation around the entrance, watching for any sign of Autobot incursion while their brothers were distracted by the Primal.
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Sydrone
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Sky's little helper.
Autobot
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Post by Sydrone on Jan 1, 2016 9:59:01 GMT
Blackjack throws a cherry bomb on the ground, a little away from Feenix, hopefully the missiles would get pulled by the flares that were released. He then fires one of his SMGs at Jetlag Get down here! he yells, throwing two of his razor cards up in the air, straight at Jetlag
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 16:14:50 GMT
In the other hand, Scary has nothing to get attached or protect, everything she has are her swords, herself, and a distorted illusion. No family, no friends, only a dream to follow. She runs towards Blackclaw as her flamethrowers starts to make that strange noise again. Once she's close enough, the femme would use all her strength to hit the predacon on his torse with her heavy swords.
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