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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2015 15:03:11 GMT
This one of the provision rooms found in middle of the base, They doesn't have the same decoration of the autobot rooms since they has been made to keep temporal guests, mostly neutrals or travelers. The furniture is composed by a small table with short legs, followed by another larger one but with the same weight, a couple of chairs and only a couple of 'king size' beds. A humble computer and a screen in on the left wall, but in there is nothing else. The room can be locked, but since it continues being propriety of the autobots, it can be opened with the master key.
(It doesn't have personal objects atm)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 16:24:42 GMT
Whiteclaw, walks along the hall as he carries a sleeping sparkling on his arms. The old mech has been looking for a place to rest after all those issues in the medbay and outta the base. After wander around the base he finally finds a good and big room to stay in. He know it isn't the best room, but at least he can step inside without be worried to hit the roof with his head and flip his wings without touch the halls. The furniture is old and dusty, and seems it hasn't been touched in years, but the giant mech would try to make it confy and warm, or cold in White terms. He would remove the dust af a berth and put the sparkling he is carrying on there.
Sorry, this can't be called a house, but let's try to have a good time here...
White needs a time to think about some stuff, but firts he needs to clean. He picks some cloth and something that looks like a vacum to remove the dust of the rest of the room. Whiteclaw took some hours to clean the whole area while he mumbled some songs of his motherland, and another common ones. Once he finished his chores, White puts the sparkling on the floor, covered by some cleaned cloths. White doesn't trust at the berth since the sparkling would fall and be hurt. The palee needs a bit of fresh air. Since the sparkling is sleeping, Whiteclaw would go outside, but he leaves a radio in the left side of the Sparkling, if he wakes up, Whiteclaw would run quickly to attend him. After lock the room, Whiteclaw walks randomly along the halls. Maybe this is a good oportunity to meet another bots of the base.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 20:44:17 GMT
The merc would enter with a cardboard box on his servos. Rifle looks kinda stressed and concerned at the same time after those events in Sweden and the predabot bat. he gets the rabbit on the table and feeds him at the same time he would entertain himself with it. He sighs as the animal lays down and closes its eyes after eat.
Seems I need to rest, today was kind of tiring.
Rifle removes his hat, the hybrid rifle-guitar, his small guns and all those stuff he's carrying. He checked if the room was in order. The mercenary wont consider this place as a home, but at least I has berths. He looks around before lay down and fall in recharge.
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Post by Whirl on Feb 4, 2016 19:24:06 GMT
*BAM BAM BAM*
"Hey Merc! Open up!" Whirl's resounding, high-pitched voice squawks, "I wanna buy somethin' off you!"
*BAM BAM BAM*
"I can do this all night!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 3:17:19 GMT
RIfle was snoring until Whirl came in front of the room entrances. The mech would cover his ears to ignore the mech, but after a while we could not handle the noise made by the wrecker.
He would walk close from the door and knocks the door a bit louder before to say:
If you continue like that I promise you head will be replaced by bullets. Now, what do you want?
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Post by Whirl on Feb 5, 2016 3:26:15 GMT
"I wanna buy that rabbit you've got," Whirl stated in his Indoor Voice, which was barely shy of a shout, "Whitey said he gave it to you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 3:32:51 GMT
The mech opened the door some inches. That was enough to let his optics and moustache be seen. For a moment he was doubthfull to give such animal to someone like Whirl, but saddly, he would look at this as a way to earn something new. Credits,a new useless object to be sold latter?
Do you want it, tell me how much are you willing to pay for it...
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Post by Whirl on Feb 5, 2016 3:37:51 GMT
Whirl opened the cockpit on his chest and pulled out his Shanix Transfer Card, hmmm-ing to himself. Whiteclaw had given the impression that Rifle wasn't in a hurry to sell it off.
"Well okay... let's start off at... well for right now... 1,000 Shanix?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 3:47:20 GMT
The mech laughed loud.
Only 1000 of them? Do you really want it? Or if you want, I could offer more of them by a better price.
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Post by Whirl on Feb 5, 2016 3:52:09 GMT
"I only need the one," Whirl insisted, "And I'd rather it was that one. Come on Merc, I don't care what you want it for! Can't you just get another?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 4:02:11 GMT
Rifle thought a little, He would accept the amount offered by Whirl, but he would like to get more.
Well, I'll accept those shanix, but, I'd like to add one of your weapons, I dont care which weapon is that. A canon, a small gun, a sword, I dont know. But if you refuse, you can leave me and the rabbit alone. It's your choice. And for last, ever appear in my presence,unless it is about business matters,ok?
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Post by Whirl on Feb 5, 2016 12:49:26 GMT
Whirl muttered to himself, but pulled out his gatling gun.
"You're not having the Shoomer, though," he told Rifle, "...it's my sentimental favourite."
He handed over the rapid-fire gatling gun in exchange for the rabbit. Now he'd have to get a new weapon.
"Yeah, this oughta do the job," he said, looking at the tiny creature, "Heh, look at its woffly little nose!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 13:18:38 GMT
Rifle picked the weapon and the shanix before to walk inside the room. Whirl would feel like if he were being stolen, but that would be temporally. The mech felt sorry for selling the bunny of his friend, but in there he has a good amount of credits and now shanix, maybe, he would buy something latter. Anyway, White didn't had a lot of time with that rabbit, maybe he wont miss it.
Wait me a little
He picks the rabit inside its box and puts a bit of food on it, the rest of the food is stored for future plans.
Here you go, now it's your responsability. and if you need more of my services... RIfle would give the business card he uses to give to everybody he meets. Call me.
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Post by Whirl on Feb 5, 2016 13:36:16 GMT
"Mercs are for people what don't have the guts to do the dirty work themselves," Whirl tossed the card away casually and put the rabbit in his cockpit, "Yeah, well see ya!"
He turned his back on Rifle and jogged off.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 13:46:08 GMT
What a manners...
He whispered before toe to go inside the room. Well, today was a day with new items. He stores the Whirl's weapon inside his subspace pocket. Then, with a tiring face, he would wear everything he uses to wear to look for new customers: his hat, this hybrid weapons,and those minor gadgets. He looked i the subspace pocket for a replacement of his glasses. In there he found some that looks similar like the ones he got broken a while ago. He wears them and walks outside the room. waiting to see the Wrecker again. Once Whirl disappear from his vision range, Rifle would walk to the command central.
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Post by Cobalt on Feb 5, 2016 18:33:49 GMT
The small lead grey sparkling started to shift, waking slowly. His petite frame sits up, and a squeaky yawn emits from him. Looking about he sees a familiar sight. A radio transmitter, when he was with his parents he was told to never touch it. Cobalt was warned that if he did someone would respond, and they would come to him. But before he'd do anything with that, the tiny mech looked about his surroundings. He couldn't see anything to tell him where he was, and there was no one else here. Looks like the radio was the only option... but he had been told to never touch it...
Cobalt then noticed the large, notably tall doorway. Optijg for what he considered the best option, the sparkling picked up the radio and waddled to the door, it opening for him. The small cybertronian then wandered down the hallway, clinging tightly to the transmitter.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 6:21:26 GMT
After a While WHiteclaw came back after all his misfortunes and a bit of work on the workshop. He was carring the weapons with both hands. Once he walks slose from the door, he notices it's half opened. Maybe, he figured in there was Blackhertz or Cobalt in the best of the cases. He pusshed the door with a leg and walked inside. The room is empty.
He placed the machineguns on a table and see a small note with the following text:
Sorry,I got your gift away, but I promise I'll find something better to you.
I hope you are ok with this
Rifle.
P.D. Lets forget what happened in the bar,ok?
White Claw's face turned a bit disgusted, He could get any animal if he wanted, but the rabbit had a sentimental value. The, he looked for signals of Cobalt. After watch every single place in there is nothing. The room doesn't have enough furniture to hide. Whiteclaw's 'earplates' shivered. Cobalt would be in any place, lost, hungry, or just wandering. Anyway, this is enough to worry Whiteclaw. He walks outside and walks around the hallways, looking for the small sparkling.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 13:28:31 GMT
Whiteclaw walked inside his quarters in his search of his weapons. they were at the same place he left them he didn't liked to make use of them at all. For a moment he closed his optics and sighs before to pick his machineguns and placetehm at his hips and shoulders. Then he got an Harpoon on his back and wore a kind of exagerated metal gloves provided by big claws and a water subspace.
Once he was ready, the giant walked outside and closed the door.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 23:22:02 GMT
For a moment he closed himself in the room as he watched the empty room. In there was no noise less his cooling systems trying to keep him cold and healty. For a moment he activated his comunnication chanel to hear the messages again.
Come back, as co-workers... Do you really want me again, or it's the money thet one that is moving you, why you dont come here with me... I dont want to think you done something enough stupid to never come back. At least it was good to have an illusion, eve hen it has vaished.He thought as he stared at his clawed feet.
I'm alone...Aparently I always was, and even if this pace is crowed by those soldiers, I'm alone. I wonder if outside it's in there another mirratronian fihting with a formidable force, or if my daughter it's ok, or if he will get everything he's looking for.
Then the fake predacon felt something moving inside his sparkchamber. Now it's one of those moments he remember that a small spark is growing inside him. Now with nobody around him, Whitecaw started to speak to fight against those negative feelings invading him.
No.We aren't alone, I'm with you, you are with me, and I promise once you born, I'll protect you, and you will meet your sister... and... we are going to move to another place where we can live in peace, and... I'll teach you many things. I wrote many things about the wildlife of another planets, you'll respect the life and value it will your heart, you'll love it with a burning passion. Maybe, one day you'll become a biologist like me, or maybe a lawer if the highest level even met, like the people of Mirratrion, or maybe a good engineer who devotes its work to the progress of our race, or.. maybe..
..you'll be musician, a great one...
We are going to find your sister, even if everyting I remember about her its ony her smell, but I'm aware I can't stop this war for my own. I can' get Cybertron back for you, or stop the violence. I.. I dont want you get hurt, and I'll promise I'll kill everyone before they touch you...
Some memories flowed inside White's head like instand flashbacks. His former conjux being murdered while he was unable to do anything... that time when his friend came to help him almost death, when he had to abandon his daughter to find a way to save himself, but in middle of his memories he remember one that he practically has forgoten for years:
the symphony of explosions were echoed as the protagonist of this tragedy. The soke was making his slow dancing while the armies moved at the rithm of the bullets. In middle of this unplaned show a small creature with the armour more white than the snow where shivering and crying while it held a weapon that was twice bigger than him. It was holding one of the guns that hatchlings were in charge to make as a part of their educational formation, and to feed the supplies of his people. Still, the small one was covered by dust and energon of others. He wanted to wait hidden until the conflict is over. Saddly things were going to become worst. A grenade is activated some metter close from the small confused soul before fall some metter away from the explosion. Since he was covered by some corpses the hatchling didn't got a several damage, but that wont protect him of the group of mechs who were ready to shoot and exterminate him in all ways possible. Knowing the creature was unable was practically unable to use such weapon or protect himsef, one of them kick him on the face while the others laugh. The poor young one covered his face while bleeding.
When he lost all hopes, a silhouette emerged from the debris. It was the *Titan Orudiye raising his wings as high as he could. It was obvious that they were too damaged to fly, but at least they can be used as cannon yet. Orudiye raised with the sword crossing his chest, with arms ripped off and his feet shivering, trying to keep a high cybertronian like him walking. It was clearly that his minutes were few, but the best thing he coud do was to protect the hatchling with the rest of his energon held inside him.
The little mechanic covered his face. Everything he could see was Orudiye shooting with his wing cannons at the ones who dard to harm someone smaller than them. Things went inclear, cloudy and confusing. Some seconds were enough to finish with the enemy. Orudiye aporached to the pale creature and kneels in front of him. If he had his arms, Orudiye would hug the sparkling and carry it to another place, but now he has to face this without arms at all. The fact of being a general didn't meant he was sweet with Children.
Come on!...They wont hurt you anymore He said was his voice started to become weak. The hatchling turned his face in pain at his savoir smilling and trying to being nice with him. The fighter falls on his stomach, but the smile remains in his face.
Ouch, it hurts. Please..Run.. run and live, and be happy for me, ok little one? Oh, I remember your name, I think it's Whiteclaw, right!? You were one of the kiddos I met in a school a week ago...
Then, the Bright purple eyes of Orudiye become dim until turn full blacke. Th idol, the hero, the one who was considered the best remains motionless and smilling...
Whiteclaw shivered a litle, he was reaching his limit and in any given moment he looks he is going to explode. He tried to contain the tears held on his optics, but things dont longer for ever.
I CAN HOLD THIS ANYMORE!!!
He ran desesperate among the halls angry about the war, about the waves of violence lived now and the forgoten days.
(Note, he 'Titan' I'm talking about was a status given to the ones who focused their efforts in the name of people of Mirratrion, nothing reated with cannon stuf)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 2:05:16 GMT
(damn, I forgot to write I gt the stolen equipment, well, let's deal with them being in the room)
The predacon would come back to the room, but now he looks desesperate. It pants a little and breathes deeply to vent his external systems while his internal one where refreshed by h Without wasting time the mech started to pick is liquid nitrogen. He finnaly transformed into that towering pale mech to see a way to carry all the stuff in his predaconnian alt mode. The gestation pode energy generatos and all the tools he neded where to many thing to carry in his condition. He drank a little of the medical energon to continue his way, but it wont minimize that wave of weakness. He got the pod on his back while he decided to carry the generator with it's peak. He transformed and grabbed the energy generator before to run away for the only exit he knew, the groundbridge. He looked around like if here were going to be hunted or killed. His desesperate race along the halls took place
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