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Post by Gearchange on Dec 25, 2014 2:50:44 GMT
A good idea, he knows who I am so it shouldn't be too much of a shock for him when I arrive.
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Post by Baku on Dec 25, 2014 2:54:58 GMT
Ichinose would nod, smiling.
Alright, I'll let him know. I believe my work here is done, anyways. I came out here and found what I needed to. See you around, Gearchange and Feenix.
With that, he would wave to the two Cybertronions and walk back over the hill, heading back to the road before eventually disappearing from sight.
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Post by Gearchange on Dec 25, 2014 2:56:42 GMT
Waving back to Ichinose, Gearchange shudders a little and looks to Fee.
Lets go home, i'm freezing my actuators out here.
With that he lead her home to the base.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Dec 27, 2014 17:21:25 GMT
*Feenix nods and follows home.*
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Sky's little helper.
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Post by Sydrone on Dec 30, 2014 20:27:01 GMT
Sydrone was flying around the Rockies Mercs, Cons and Preds, Oh my! Sydrone scans for any life signs Oh hey, it's Gear! Sydrone waves from the sky Gear! Hey! It's me Sydrone!
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Post by ѕιℓνєямιѕт on Jan 4, 2015 0:25:12 GMT
A fairly large shadow overcasted over the rolling and rigid terrain. When one looks closer, it could be identified as a predacon of some sort. No hostile of course. Hmmmm, I hate this planet! How did I even get stuck here anyways? Zahara grumbled to herself, landing on one of the outstretched cliffs. Her yellow optics narrowing, in attempts to take in her current surroundings. Her tank growled, craving to be fed.
"Guess I better find something to eat."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 4, 2015 1:18:59 GMT
--void--
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 27, 2015 0:54:35 GMT
"Why are we bothering with this? We should be back in Suffield getting ready for leave, and we're out here fixing this hunk of junk."
Two Canadian Military Engineers were crawling over the Trojan Tank they had been standing smiling beside not an hour ago. Tourists came to this area all the time, and their Commander had the smart idea to promote the Canadian Military and shake off the stereotype by showcasing them with a Trojan tank, the most brutal looking machine on hand for this assignment. However, during the last batch of tourists, some American kid had decided to take it for an unsolicited joyride, crashing it into a rock.
Other than the wounded pride of the engineers, the kid's escapade had damaged the central prong on the Minesweeper shovel and had set the logs on the back for the claw to grip around loose, the tracks of them rolling down the hill still visible as the snow rolled in.
"Look, calm down okay? I've removed the housing for the damaged part. Once we replace that, we can head back. We can get more logs, or check the scrapyard by the base, I heard they got a load of old pipes we might be able to use. Now stop whining and bring me the wrench."
Still grumbling, the first Engineer hopped off the Trojan and walked around the back, deep snow making every movement a fresh frozen hell as he delved into the toolbox. Neither of them noticed the burning object until it impacted right next to the Trojan, sending a cascade of snow and dirt into the air.
As the two Engineers ran away in panic, the ground around the Trojan got softer as the heat of the object melted the snow and soaked the mud. Before their very eyes, a sinkhole formed under the Trojan, the tank falling into the cavernous trap as a geyser went off, spraying hot water into the air with a cloud of steam as it cooled.
"Well, how are we gonna explain this one?"
"An excellent question. I have no clue. How do you suggest we explain to the Commander why one of our Trojans is sitting in the bottom of a sinkhole with a goddamn geyser stopping us from getting anywhere near the thing?! Stupid me, why didn't I think of how we'd explain that this morning?!"
"Alright, alright. Calm down, we'll head into town and call it in. We can get a crane up here and drag it out without too many worries."
"Why can't we use the radios?"
"...I left them in the tank."
"The tank in the sinkhole?"
"Yes."
"The one we can't get to."
"Yes."
"Brilliant. How far is the next town?"
"20 miles."
"Wonderful. Well, get to marching, we've got a long walk ahead of us."
The two Engineer set off In the direction of civilisation, the geyser continuing to billow behind them. Had they looked inside, they'd have noticed the other object in the sinkhole with the Trojan. A pod of some description that began sending out a message. The message was a simple declaration that the occupant had landed, encryption circuits damaged by the geyser. The signal identified the occupant as thus:
Decepticon. Apocalypticon sub-faction.
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Post by Short Stack on Mar 30, 2015 19:10:42 GMT
Starling flied over the pod, slowly hovering and landing. He looked down into the pod and mimicked the osund of the geyser to get a reaction from the pod. Starling went down into the pod and tapped it, looking for a way to open it. The assassin tried addressing it, hoping it knew morse code. Starling began chirping lightly at it. H-E-L-L-O M-Y N-A-M-E I-S S-T-A-R-L-I-N-G
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 30, 2015 20:29:07 GMT
As Starling finished his Morse Code, the hissing of the geyser was overshadowed by the cacophonous noise of the pod being burst open from the inside. An enormous claw weapon bursting through the hole. The weapon returned to the pod, using it's force to widen the opening as a hand begun to grasp the mangled pod and haul it's occupant out.
With the claw grasping the Trojan that fell in with the pod to heave it's owner to his feet (and crushing the vehicle beyond recognition in the process), Deathgrip managed to clamber out of the pod and stand up to his full height. Optics bleary from who knows how long in stasis, Deathgrip's scanners adjusted to the surroundings, taking notice of the smaller Cybertronian. Deathgrip didn't recognise this one, but saw no identifying marks of allegiance on their body. Deciding to take this slowly, Deathgrip spoke, calmly yet gruffly.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
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Post by Short Stack on Mar 30, 2015 20:36:20 GMT
Starling looked at him and mimicked him.
Who are you? Where am I?
Starling could only copy the words the man had spoken, and nothing else, and Morse Code might not work, considering Starling had to learn it. He figured it was best to use the human voice he had been studying. I am Starling, and you are on Earth. What business do you have here? Starling was ready to fight, but didn't, keeping his hidden blades back, and his talons folded back onto his pedes.
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 30, 2015 20:56:04 GMT
Deathgrip reached up with his claw, grabbing onto the edge of the hole they were standing in as he pulled himself up, standing up again as he overlooked the pristine white snow around him. Deathgrip was unimpressed with this Carbon-based planet, or with the strange Cybertronian's impression. Deathgrip's scanners were unable to pick up any Decepticons, or other Cybertronians, nearby other than Starling.
"Where are my brothers? Where are the other Apocalypticons?"
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Post by Short Stack on Mar 30, 2015 21:07:01 GMT
Starling used Deathgrip's voice again.
Who are, Apocalypticons The bridge between the first two words and the last one was uneven, as if it was a recording. Starling didn't know of any Apocalypticons, but he wanted Deathgrip to talk as much as possible, as Starling might need his voice, in case things went south. Who are you? The way that the sentence was said then was less broken as Deathgrip had said it himself.
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 30, 2015 21:18:37 GMT
"I am Deathgrip. The Apocalypticons are my brothers among the Decepticons. Where are they?"
Deathgrip was getting agitated at Starling's use of his voice, but as is characteristic of Deathgrip, he hid it well. The situation as a whole was confusing. This planet he had never heard of, no sign of Autobot nor Decepticon, not to mention not knowing if his brothers were alive. How much time had truly passed since he last remembered.
Indeed, what had happened to make him be in this situation? His memory beyond a certain point was clouded, unable to make sense of anything that happened at that point. Was it damage, or sabotage? Deathgrip didn't know, and the only key to the state of the galaxy around him was this strange Cybertronian Deathgrip wasn't even sure he could trust.
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Post by Short Stack on Mar 30, 2015 21:31:58 GMT
Starling almost had a GRIP on Deathgrip's voice,(hehe) but he needed a bit more. Until then he simply tried to guess his way about the voice. I do not know. But the base of operations is on board the Nemesis. Your brothers might be there. The way Starling spoke was a bit broken and odd, like he was an answering machine. But it was better than chirping. Starling himself was not aligned with either faction, and instead followed Sydrone's orders.
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 30, 2015 21:44:14 GMT
Deathgrip merely looked out to the horizon, watching the scenery with a coldness rivalling that of the scenery itself. Deathgrip knew that if the Decepticons were here, the objective was simple, eliminate the Autobots who were undoubtedly here, and then desolate the planet of anything that allied with the enemy. IF the Decepticons were in the Nemesis and not on the planet, Deathgrip could only assume the indigenous life had allied with the Autobots, their worst mistake yet.
"Another planet to scorch clean. A part of me relishes the impending extinction."
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Post by Short Stack on Mar 30, 2015 22:14:10 GMT
That was where Starling drew the line. Nobody threataned or said bad about this planet. Starling, now able to completely mimic Deathgrip's voice, took a quote out of the Decepticon's book, with his own twist on it. A part of me relishes your impending extinction. Starling quickly flipped out his talons and threw a roundhouse kick at Deathgrip's faceplate, hoping the create a gash in it from the blades.
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 31, 2015 20:08:02 GMT
At the repeating of his voice, Deathgrip swung out his claw, aiming to grab Starling's leg before it could hit. Deathgrip was always careful around Neutrals, and knew a test of anyone claiming to be Neutral could separate the Autobots from the Decepticons. The moment he extrapolated that the Autobots were on the side of the natives, he knew a test needed to be done in order to garner Starling's true intentions.
"They fall for it everytime."
With the claw hopefully able to grab Starling, Deathgrip intended to let it suspend Starling in the air, leg or other body part trapped in it's clutches. What happened after that was up to Deathgrip's wild imagination.
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Post by Short Stack on Mar 31, 2015 20:15:59 GMT
Starling was hoisted up into the air, andhe struggled about, then he shook his servos hard, unleashing his hidden blades. Starling slashed at the claw, hoping to cut it off. Fall for it? My master loves this planet, and both sides will bring it down! Autobot or Decepticon, nobody will harm this planet. Starling hoped the sound of Deathgrip's own voice would shock him into mercy or something else.
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Post by Krovennan (Deathgrip) on Mar 31, 2015 20:28:45 GMT
"Then die for it."
Deathgrip's claw managed to keep it's grip despite a few deep cuts from Starling's weaponry. raising his claw, Deathgrip quickly brought it back down, aiming to slam the smaller Starling into the ground. Deathgrip hoped this move would ease the Autobot's struggling long enough for his claw to get a grip around the majority of his body, so he could end this with one strong crush and he could find a way to contact the Nemesis.
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