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Post by Taggon on Mar 28, 2016 8:17:38 GMT
He had come as a shadow did, slipping into the darker areas of the regions, enshrouding himself with the darkness, in the late afternoon's long-cast shadows. Taggon had arrived at the far reaches of the coast-city, seeking some quiet time. it had been so long since he had engaged in combat, yet, it felt like he had dealt with a brewing conflict all the while as an Autobot. Taggon sat atop a small building overshadowed by humongous structures, each pointing towards the sky, and more successful in reaching towards it then the dwarf of a building he knelt upon, quietly. Taggon knew he was not alone though. Somewhere, nearby, his old master was around the area. Taggon had just been quick an evasive...yet, the mech didn't know why. He was thinking. About everything.
It was then that he heard somewhere a human voice:
'-Hey... No! Stop!'
Gangsters?
'-I sense you want to escape again...Your instinct is good but it's useless.' The all too familiar sound of a transformation could be heard. Cybertronians. Taggon corrected himself. He was liking the word less and less, even if it was his own species. Taggon would arise from his building, and would jump down, almost soundlessly landing. There was a slight tremor through the ground, due to his weight. Taggon would walk towards where he believed the source of noise was, until he turned a corner and sure enough; there was a fully transformed femme, with a man in the near proximity. Taggon's visor would lock onto the femme.
"And yet, it brought him this far." Taggon spoke to the femme levelly.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 28, 2016 23:43:24 GMT
Taggon's eyes would not stray from the femme behind his mask, as she pointed her weapon towards him, something he was getting too used to he supposed. Taggon saw the fear in the mans eyes. As for the femme's theorizing, she was correct; Taggon was different looking than other vehicons. Though he was average vehicon height, twenty five feet high, he also was colored with more blacks and greys, rather than a deep red visor was a dark Prussian blue one. His armor was fashioned different;y from other vehicons, having more of a commando-classed body build. His modifications didn't stop there though. He had plenty of internal alterations as well. His stance was calm, as he faced the femme.
"Tell me why you seem fixed upon this humans destruction, then I might back down." Taggon replied. According to his HUD, the femme before him matched neither Autobot nor Decepticon signatures. She was a neutral of sorts. Small scratched out red markings caught his eye on the femmes frame, causing him to glance from behind his mask at his own Autobot symbol. It was a silver one rather than the standard red. It was worn out a bit, but plenty visible. On his shoulder was the scratched remains of a Deception insignia.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 29, 2016 5:50:52 GMT
'Now...what is your history vehicon?'
Taggon grunted at the femme’s words, before backing some steps, so that he could kneel down to inspect the human, all the while he would only have to raise his helm to face the neutral femme. His helmet would interpret to the femme that his gaze was fixed upon the human entirely, though where his eyes were truly was an enigma. Taggon scanned the human, even if KB had not meant to kill him, the impact of such a shot was capable of breaking a few bones in the human. Scans would display a likelihood of a few broken ribs to say the least.
“My name is Taggon.” He would respond calmly, his voice as unwavering as ever. “My story could be put simply: I was made to be an effective tool. I liked being a tool. There are usually expiration dates on any sort of tools, only mine was inaccurate. I never exactly wore out either, hence superiors kept on using me. They still do. I am a drone, after all.” Taggon told her evenly, before his helmet would look back upwards toward her. “How do you study these humans precisely?” He would ask. Though his voice held little emotion aside from its calm attitude, he would still ask.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 29, 2016 13:42:39 GMT
Taggon yielded a light chuckle at the femme's words. According to his calculations on her character, he was finding her to be a presumptuous character, who preferred answers given in a straightforward and solid fashion, in order for her to have a dependable foundation for her knowledge on the particular subject before she moved on to others, forming postulates as quickly as she could. Which indicated that she would become increasingly difficult to cope with as time went on, if this habit of hers was constantly repeated. Taggon was guilty of that charge in some ways, so he would decide he could stand this femme. Nonetheless, a quality that he was appreciating so far was that she wasn't attacking him yet--physically. Verbal bombardment was still possible.
"'So many questions'? I have asked only one thus far." Taggon returned, "Now. Every answer does not necessarily have to sound like an insult." Taggon pointed out to her, his voice the same pitch as it had been before. He had noticed how she'd said words such as 'obvious' and 'weakness'. It was clear the femme wasn't one who was meant for friendly greeting. It was something he was used to however, being a vehicon. At least she hadn't demanded for his vehicon number rather than his name. "It is obvious to me that you have been at this experimenting for a while. As fascinating as the inner workings of an organic can be, I am going to ask you to stop this. In my experience, if you are caught doing this to humans, it is not tolerated by Autobots or organics. I know of several mechs or femmes who would have tried to kill you by now at the mentioning of experimenting." Taggon told her. Taggon had considered trying to appeal to the femme's moral code, but if he was correct about what kind of personality she had, then it was not likely that method of reasoning would work. His words had not been a threat, but a bit of a warning. "You may not abide by the Autobot code, but recently, things have been tightened, and the look out for Cybertronians has been increased." Taggon added promptly. Do the numbers femme. You are to be caught either way, assuming I do not stop you now.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 30, 2016 2:43:27 GMT
Taggon noticed the small shock, resulting in him keening his senses all the more sharper. In his experience, anything could happen anywhere. He was an expert on black ops, stealth, and assassination. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but that small shock sounded as if it had a possibility of being a threat, or leading to one somehow. A blade would unsheathe from under Taggon’s gauntlet, the handle of the blade sliding effortlessly into Taggon’s hand. Out of habit, the warrior would begin to sharpen it on his arm, despite how insanely honed as it was. He arched an optical ridge at her saying that she had been tapering with human systems for years—without a single casualty. The femme backing away before asking what he’d do to her if she was to be stopped by him made Taggon just tilt his helm to the side, as if his eyes where studying his blade.
“Apology accepted.” Taggon answered first. He hadn’t truly been offended in the first place, but he was going to poke at what he could, to find out what he could about this femme. A general rule he followed was trying to understand a situation as much as he could before acting. What would he do? Killing was definitely too severe. “Whether you are killing humans or not, you are still abducting and messing with their systems. As far as I can tell, your reasoning is you are fascinated by their inner workings, and your agenda has only been revealed to be seeking knowledge. If that is the case, seeking knowledge is not a crime, but abducting living things, and releasing them damaged or undamaged is. Until I see reasons not to, I will alert the human authorities of your presence, as well as Autobot forces. Your research will be put to a halt, and your work will likely be confiscated. That may just be the beginning.”
Taggon paused. “So let me end my answer with a second question: is there any reason I should not try to stop you?” There was other alternatives of course. He simply was seeking answers from her. If given them, he would give her alternatives---if she wasn’t up to some scheme already.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 30, 2016 10:29:11 GMT
'Absolutely not, your arguments are valid and I understand the consequences to breaking the human and Cybertronian rules to make these experiments.'
Good...
'You have 2 minutes to disable it, is very simple but you can't do two things at once, it has been a pleasure to meet Taggon, goodbye.'
Not good.
A bomb would be tossed into the distance, before the femme would make haste to exit. Within Taggon's mind began another countdown, from the number one to 120, the instant the femme would start to leave. Taggon had his own specialties, his processor's ability to send signals and messages had been increased, and his speed at thinking as well as calculating had been increased--his mind was literally a second or so ahead of the average Cybertronians: 1. The bomb had clicked onto a building behind Taggon, his servo holding the blade he had been sharpening would retract, letting the blade fold back into place, as his body would begin to twist around so that his other arm would begin to extend towards the bomb. 2. As Taggon's arm had reached out, it had passed his utility belt fluidly, the servo having grasped onto thin knife. This particular blade would electrify targets upon impact with several hundred volts. Taggon's arm would reach the full extension, sending his blade outward, towards the ticking bomb. 3. The knife looped through the air parallel to the ground, curving in the air in broad arc before impacting the bomb, releasing it's electrical voltage, frying the inner circuitry, hence preventing the bomb (fake or not) from exploding.
The sound of an engine in the distance echoed in Taggon's ear, as he would begin to rush for a building. 117.5 seconds remaining. Plenty of time. Taggon an angle compartment would throw a grappling hook upward into the air infant of Taggon, a little something he'd previously stored on his person when he had been forced to confront Skyspray. The vehicon shot the reliable cable upward for the roof of a building, where he would be carried briskly, and be given a bird's eye view of where his target was headed~
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Post by Shatterbeam on Mar 30, 2016 16:14:59 GMT
A blue, black, and green bird came cartwheeling through the sky at breakneck speed, tapping on Taggon's shoulder without dropping a beat, sending a compressed message so Wind didn't have to stop to say it. The aviary bot's back lit up as his afterburners went into gear and something dropped from the bird's stomach. It spun for three second, and the minigun let loose a torrent of bullets aimed at K.B. The message on its own would have decompressed by now.
Come now, step it up. Move and work at the same time. And grab these.
On cue, the bird's wings shot out feathers aimed at Taggon. They had the same density and weight of his throwing knives, and were streamlined. That alone should let Taggon know what he was asked to do. Windtalker, now lighter, sped up and didn't stop firing.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 31, 2016 0:20:48 GMT
The sound of an all too familiar afterburner could be heard, before WindTalker swooped by, providing Taggon with additional knives. Taggon caught his small gifts quickly, before sheathing them. He needed both hands for this job, as far as he could tell, though the knives were considerate. The femme began to drive for the human crowd. Taggon never grinned, but to him, that was not bad news. He had been counting on her doing it, which was an additional reason he had decided to go upon building-roof top. Taggon would begin to bolt on his tower, sprinting to the edge before performing a leap for the other. Taggon would roll onto the top of the other building, gracefully transitioning back into a dash, following the white-car from the top of building after building--each one gradually becoming taller.
Taggon continued to put more and more effort in his dash, to keep up with the femme, the chase continuing. Taggon was capable of running extremely fast, ever since he had lost the ability to transform he'd been given much time to make up for it with his sprinting. As the femme would begin to mingle in the crowd, Taggon grasped Windtalkers blades, before throwing them right for the location ahead of where the femme's road was heading: a four-way intersection, about 7 meters ahead of the femme's position. the knives would be aimed for the ground, and with Taggon's precision, they would do so. This resulted in the crowd being startled, hence they would begin drive or run away from the knives, especially when they saw where these large blades came from, some screaming--while others who were already at a safe distance pulled out their iPhones, searching for what was picture or video worthy. ::Space is cleared for you to strike Windtalker.::
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Post by Shatterbeam on Mar 31, 2016 15:43:16 GMT
"SCREEEEE"
Windtalker screeched, clearing any lingering humans that were remaining for the sole purpose of videotaping, and opened fire, aiming for the wheels. A minigun wasn't the most accurate, but the spread would make sure that anything in the general area would be hit. Windtalker had stopped flapping his wings, his afterburners providing the necessary propulsion for lift. Now Wind flew like a plane more than a bird, his wings twitching as wind passed by them, keeping them straight. His tail feathers acted as a rudder, guiding his direction. When KB would get too far away, Wind swept his wings back like a jet, and when close he spread them out for more maneuverability.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 1, 2016 12:05:18 GMT
Taggon was still following the femme's movements, and now that she stopped, she went into another default line of defense: picking up a human and running for cover. Taggon had just skidded onto the rooftop of another building, before he had decided to follow. Taggon then gave a leap off the 75 foot building, flipping tucking his legs in as he summersaulted in the air. Meanwhile, panels from his back plating would extend outward, allowing thrusters to protrude out of his back. Taggon ceased his flipping the second time around, his thrusters igniting. Whereas his great leap had carried him close to the location of the garage, his thrusters would permit him to land at the foot of the entrance. Humans had already cleared away thanks to his and Shatterbeam's efforts, save for one little girl with an iPhone, persistent in trying to get decent footage of the whole thing.
Taggon's thrusters would then be angled with his body to slow his descent, before they folded back into his plating, as he performed another roll to cushion the impact, and not damage the road. Taggon resumed a running stance within the instant he landed, again running after the femme, his movements a perfect mixture of blurred, fluid, and graceful. ::Windtalker, we don't want to hurt her yet. I advise stun rounds.:: Taggon gave the mech a texted message to Windtalker on a private frequency via HUD. Taggon reached for another tool: his trusty Uncutt Rifle. swinging it from his back, the long barred rifle would be cocked and loaded as Taggon headed for the source of the screaming, all the while trying hard to avoid stepping on humans. He was seconds behind her, and if he got her in his sights he would aim his gun at her;
"Stop this now." Taggon's voice was still calm, yet loud enough for her to hear over the screaming. "Your course of action has only resulted in more damage. To humans, and to you. Cease your doings, and heed me."
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Meanwhile the little girl would scramble to keep her iPhone locked on Taggon and the whole scene, videoing the whole thing.This is totally going to boost my views on my youtube channel. She thought, smiling briskly in the intensity. She'd seen another video posted by some unknown user about some Autobots training--was this mech right here one of the guys in the video? She would check later, but until then, she was loving this action.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 1, 2016 13:11:57 GMT
The avian cut his after burners, coming to rest through a vertical landing method, near to Taggon. He would perch on his shoulder, but now was not the best time for that. His black-tipped talons scratched at the ground absently, thinking. The message from Taggon came in before he could devise such a plan.
::I advise stun rounds.::
Greaaaat. Wind didn't have stun rounds. He wished he did now, but he was never meant to fight. Fight that much, anyway. But Wind never really followed to pacifist plans. They were good at certain times, but in war, they were rarer than the should be. The bird looked to his old apprentice, and back to the garage entrance. He couldn't tell if KB had killed the human, or was using it as a hostage.
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Post by Whirl on Apr 2, 2016 21:19:27 GMT
A Ground Bridge opened, and Whirl stepped through it, stroking the Shoomer for a few seconds.
"Ooooh, sun, sea and sand," he commented, "I hate sand. Gets in all my joints." Then he saw the femme K.B. put the human down as ordered. To Whirl, if somebody wasn't an Autobot, they were an enemy. As soon as the human was on the ground, he rushed forward and slammed the Neutral up against a wall.
Then he put her in a headlock and jammed the Shoomer under her jawline.
"Don't. Move," he told her, "My therapist says I get excitable when people move..."
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Post by Taggon on Apr 2, 2016 23:35:54 GMT
((Sorry for the while I took in replying. There was a very, very long power-outage. And Whirl---careful there. That was a bit of metagame. You're welcome to the rp, just try to avoid that.))
Taggon was a fast mech indeed, but he heaved a small sigh as K.B. put the human down, for the man to rush off, along with all the other in the facility, hence leaving the area human free to his knowledge. Taggon did not take a step forward, though his rifle was still pointed at the femme. He was glad she was listening--though perhaps she was calculating another route out.
"As I-" It was then that another person entered; a large mech who had clearly undergone empurata. Without a word of warning, the mech would try and force the femme into a headlock, along with a few threats. Taggon saw the Autobot insignia on the mech. Taggon lowered his rifle an inch. He was not appreciative of how aggressive this mech was. He had but only started to enter, before deciding to act as a fighter. Perhaps in some circumstances that was understandable, but in this one, it only caused Taggon a feeling of distaste towards the mech. If this was successful, this one-eyed Autobot will have neutralized a threat. "What brings you here?" Taggon asked Whirl, cautious of the mech. He seemed to be the type that like trouble. Maybe that was a presumptuous hypothesis, but it seemed fitting. Taggon would keep himself from being too quick to judge, however tempting it may be. "No need for that violence yet. She was cooperating with me." Taggon gestured at Whirl, whether his head lock worked or not.
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Post by Whirl on Apr 2, 2016 23:57:01 GMT
Whirl kept his grip on the headlock on K.B. She was welcome to struggle all she liked, although it was likely for this very moment that his attack had taken everybody right off their guard too much for that.
"Sure there's a need for it," he replied, "You weren't gonna, so I did!" his single yellow optic glared at Taggon, recognising him as an ex-vehicon, "Co-operatin' with you? That ain't nothin', when the paint on ya badge is still wet, 'con."
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 3, 2016 0:21:09 GMT
Something Taggon may remember was something Wind often repeated. I do not lead by example. Just because I do something does not justify your doing it. Nor does it mine. The minicon screeched and flew towards Whirl, banking to the side at the last second, flying dangerously close to Whirl's helm. A scare tactic. Then he heard Whirl's quip at his apprentice. The bird didn't like the invasion of privacy, but he was angry. He channeled word through a link he'd set in Taggon's comms system, using it to contact Whirl. The voice would be heard by Taggon and Whirl.
::Boy, watch yourself. His paint may be new but at least he deserves it. Is there a processor in that mangled helm of yours?::
((Whirl, please wait for others to post. It screws stuff up.))
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Post by Taggon on Apr 3, 2016 2:36:19 GMT
((Probably best to post in order. Considering we're all pretty active members, I think that's safe. So how about after this post Whilr goes again, followed by Shatter and ending with you K.B?)) 'Co-operatin' with you? That ain't nothin', when the paint on ya badge is still wet, 'con.' A splendid red-herring, my fellow Autobot. Taggon did not respond verbally. Despite Windtalker and Whirls actions, Taggon was not so easily provoked into quipping, nor combat. Rather, he mused, and kept his mouth shut. It was what all soldiers were supposed to do. Yet he was not at all being submissive to Whirl. Taggon did remember what Windtalker had once told him, and he recognized how Windtalker did not like how this one was acting either. Taggon then heard a small step from behind him. He glanced around. There was a small human teenage girl, excitedly taping the whole scene on her iPhone. She took step back giving a sheepish smile. "Answers they shall have." Taggon told the neutral. She knew he wouldn't kill her, but still. He was a giant robot, with huge weapons. "This small skirmish did not end with any lives lost, and with barely any damage. Humans, if you lack an answer to why some of you have been disappearing, then here the answer is: a neutral Cybertronian has been desiring to examine you. She claims that she has not killed a single one, and returned them to their respective level of intelligence and functionality. As of today, the Autobots have decided to put an end to it. The choice on what we shall do with her is still being decided. I shall personally ensure you are updated." Taggon spoke, looking down into the phone's camera from his stance, the femme and Whirl almost in his peripheral. "Now. We take this elsewhere." Taggon said to the mech who'd undergone empurata. A ground bridge opened meters away from the group. He gestured for the three to enter before hand, though he already guessed this mech wasn't the type who liked being told what to do. ((Where the bridge leads: transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/359/hallways?page=8 ))
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Post by Whirl on Apr 3, 2016 2:54:58 GMT
"Hey, I came here lookin' for a fight, and a fight is what I'll get!" Whirl snapped at Taggon, then at the avian that was flying around him, currently ignoring the bridge, "Get out of my way, ya little slag-nugget!" he waved the Shoomer at the flying mech, trying to get it to go away from him.
It wasn't that Whirl never did what he was told to. It was simply that he only did what he was told to if he wanted to do it. It was a characteristic that was common among all Wreckers.
"An' I don't need you ta tell me what to do with Neutrals," he added nastily in his scratchy voice, and brought his long foot up to kick K.B. in the mid-riff.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 3, 2016 13:55:41 GMT
::Wrecker, he outranks you last I checked. Defiance of authority is a punishable offense, correct me if I'm wrong.::
The avian deftly maneuvered out of the way of the Shoomer, and flew back to Taggon, resting on his shoulder, opening the private comm.
Wreckers used to be respected.
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Post by Sydrone on Apr 3, 2016 15:36:16 GMT
A protoform would break the atmosphere, scanning an Apache Helicopter on the way down. It would crash down and make a crater nearby all the Autobots. A threatening figure would step out of the crater Hm. So THIS is Earth. it wouldn't take them long to notice the Decepticon symbol on his shoulder What a horrible planet. he then looks around to see the Autobots and the Neutral Hmm. Taggon, the deserter, much like another of your kind. Whirl, the Autobot Maverick and a... Bird minicon? I will have to update my files. he says And you he looks at KB You are not in any of my databanks. Holding a human hostage... you would do well in the Decepticons. he says, a smirk on his face. It is logical to assume that you three came here on a mission to retrieve this neutral and it backfired spectacularly. The Decepticon Viroid had arrived.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 3, 2016 16:54:49 GMT
((Sy, please edit. Windtalker is not common knowledge. He is a minicon, and Shatter didn't flaunt him around. Databases to pull from are fine, but lesser known people must be encountered and met before stuff is added. Sorry if I'm coming off as rude.))
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