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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 22:16:56 GMT
[The] Great Barrier Reef, located in the Coral Sea, off the shore of Queensland, Australia;
Landing Site of the Great Barrier Reef
[Taken from the above link (1):] "The Great Barrier Reef is the world's largest coral reef system, composed of over 2,900 individual reefs and 900 islands stretching for over 2,300 kilometers (1,400 mi) over an area of approximately 344,400 square kilometers (133,000 sq mi). The reef is located in the Coral Sea, off the coast of Queensland, Australia." The reef supports a large variety of oceanic life, and is a tourist hot spot. While Cybertronian activity here may go unnoticed briefly, the chances of getting spotted by mankind increases the longer you remain. -
In a small, out-of-the-way shallow portion of the Great Barrier Reef there rests a small, single-occupant vessel. Nearly submerged entirely in the water, a small, octagonal hatch barely peaks up out of the water. The dozens of complex stasis support, communication frequency, and emergency transmission systems within the pod illuminate the surrounding shallows and a wide variety of wildlife beneath the surface with the soft glow of artificial lighting. How long this piece of space debris has rested here is uncertain, though the algae and coral growing on the side of the object would make its stay to have apparently been a longer one than expected; one could assume from the fact that the local populace hadn't yet discovered the ship that the transmission systems of it had been damaged, or were otherwise offline for another reason.
Despite the fact that the ship's transmission systems have likely been inoperable, the communication frequency systems are not. A message comes in, bringing the pod to life, its external lighting systems brightening in the quiet, still night of the coral reef and startling a few aquatic lifeforms. It brings the vessel's lone inhabitant to consciousness, no longer suspended in stasis. A crackle of static hails over the airways in response to the message, and soon the response heads for a specific individual's comm systems.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 15:31:41 GMT
With the signal sent out to Primus knows who, the rest of the awakening procedure proceeded accordingly. Slow, at a leisurely pace that allowed the pod's inhabitant a slow, measured recovery that made for the most efficient return to the land of the functioning. Sortie aroused slowly, in her own time. The hushed whisper of aquatic animals going about their day around the vessel- a noticeable impediment to their own daily routines- could be heard in the silence of the pod. Sortie was awakened to a peaceful, serene setting. It was a nice thing to wake up to. Her gold eyes opened to the dim lighting of the pod, and the memories of how she'd gotten here were recalled in sequence as a sort of mental exercise to help wake her senses.
It took her a couple of minutes to recall every event in vivid detail, and once she was finished recollecting the memories, she went to work at the pod's consoles to open the ship up. A loud hiss sounded once the commands had been entered, and water immediately rushed in from the now open hatch door. It was enough to begin flooding the pod, but not to fill it entirely, and Sortie was able to push her way out past the rushing waters, at once finding herself in the beautiful coral reef. Fish swam in a frenzy around her feet and legs, the water of the shallows going up to her knees. The only thing left for her to do now was to figure out where exactly she'd landed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 3:00:07 GMT
None of the surrounding wildlife was recognizable. Sortie hadn't been here before, though she was vaguely familiar with organic lifeforms as a whole. She payed them no attention.
Following procedure meant that the first step now was to figure out which planet she was on, in which system. Second, she needed to establish contact with local Cybertronians- or whatever other cyborganic races were nearby, should there be a lack of Cybertronians around to be contacted- and find out the status of the local skirmishes between the factions. Autobot, Decepticon- either one; the insignia Sortie wore belonged to neither group. It was a crest of its own kind, the meaning behind it known only to those who were familiar with it. Needless to say, it was a rare crest, and few knew of it or its meaning.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the greeting of two nearby voices. Sortie stayed still, listening, and decidedly remained facing away from them. "What do you think?" she asked in return, instead of simply answering the question.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 2:49:09 GMT
Remaining where she was, an image of stillness and patience, she waited out the others and gauged their responses. She could faintly hear one of them whispering to the other, but she couldn't discern what was being said. No matter; she wasn't immediately concerned. They seemed peaceable enough. Peaceable enough, at least, to not have fired upon her yet. The female's last words piqued Sortie's interest. A name. Australia. The name wasn't familiar- was it the planet? The region? Sortie couldn't be sure. Perhaps a little insight into who the voices belonged to would help shed some light on the subject. Finally ready to face her discoverers, she turned toward them.
Cybertronian. A little of the familiar was neither a good nor a bad thing. The femme had said that the world seemed peaceful, meaning that it wasn't an established Cybertronian colony, but yet another world that had been plunged into the Cybertronian war- most likely against their will. And then, there was the matter of the mech's insignia. It was immediately distinguishable, and immediately alarming. Sortie's expression was blank, however, and the mech's insignia didn't change it; she wouldn't betray her feelings for that dreadful purple mark to these two newcomers. One thing she knew for sure, though, was that it was now too risky to reveal her allegiance to the opposite faction here, in front of these two. That was the very reason she wore such an indistinguishable crest. Now, to carefully side-skirt her way around the subject.
"You have me at a disadvantage," she said, "as to who you two are." Sortie herself wore a curious disguise: a dark red, heavy cloth scarf, and a plain, golden mask that hid most of her facial expression.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jun 12, 2016 6:29:31 GMT
*A groundbridge opens above the ocean waves and a large orange winged femme flew out of it. Homing in on the signal, she saw nothing but water and pinpointed the signal being in the water... Great more water.
She hovers above the water as she tapped her arm, trying to find the setting for water shield. This was the only thing she hated about Earth, it was mostly water.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 11:20:49 GMT
Meanwhile, a half of mile away from the main group, another mech aproaches to the Great barrier reef. It was something weird, a mech with a non aquatic mode wandering in middle of the Pacific. Simply, the rest of a crashed ships is the answer, Looks like RIfle had to built a kind of boat with such ship remains, Still, everything that can hold are his chest, arms and head while the rest of his body is submerged. His dark armour was covered by some layers of pale salt and some algae, even, some parts start to rust by the prolonged exposure to water.
Rifle looks stunned after wasting some weeks looking the deep blue and occasionaly a couple of ships he ussed to be dragged through. Now, he could see some silhouttes away. He blinks behind his yellow glases
(a question, were are you all? I guess you all are flying, floating on the sea, on just found a good post to stand up?)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 13:16:56 GMT
Now this was curious. She hung onto every word the other femme had to offer her, more and more intrigued with her intentions as she continued. Once she had finished speaking, Sortie was ready to off the both of them. Starting with the mech, of course, and then the femme- depending on how Sortie did in her little "test." Giving a slight shrug of her shoulders, she subtly slid her left leg back, readying her stance for the attack. "Okay. I'll play your game," she responded. Clearly she wasn't much of a talker, and in a moment, her actions would do all the talking for her. When Neon moved in closer for the melee attack, Sortie's right arm reached over her shoulder to her back, and she pulled out her assault rifle, deflecting the first strike with the stock of the weapon, and then short-hopping backward, aiming her weapon forward and beginning to fire on her opponent. Her focus entirely on the battle at-hand, none of her attention was on locating the potential backup that was slowly starting to gather nearby. ((For example Sortie chooses the map and we put our dots in order ^^)) ( Thank you for the suggestion! It certainly is a good one, but rather than going through all that trouble for a single RP, I think it's just as well to give a brief description of the environment. @thebrokenguitar: Right now Neon, K.B., and Sortie are standing in shallows; water up to about their knees pending height, and as Feenixfire described in her post, she's hovering above the water. If anyone needs anymore information that I can provide, I'll readily do so. @kb: As for your suggestion, I do like it. In the future, I might take actual pictures of the territory from the web and include them in the introduction post for future use of this thread, should there be any significant amount of activity. Thank you. )
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 0:43:53 GMT
(My crazy mind made me draw a map about the location of everyone, also, consider that the knees of everybody are different due different heights) For a moment Rifle thought he was crazy. He knows in there are some cybertronians around, but didn't care once he saw the australian beach waiting him. Those days on the high seas has driven him crazy, and now with the possibility to step the sand and remove his salt and rust. His pedes moved quickly to go faster, but the efforts were fruitless. With one arm and both legs he tried to swim without free the floating plataform. It would be the happiest day of Rifle on weeks: new lands, a trip almost finished, and specially... NEW CUSTOMERS! After slapping and kicking over the watter Rifle found a surface to steep on. He threw the floating thing away and let it be part of the Ocean trash. Everything that can be seen is his face, but especially, that hat. Primus, I love you! He yelled in joy as he walked very slowly towards the group.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jun 14, 2016 9:40:02 GMT
(( HAHAHAHAHAA!!!! I look like some kind of starling that's had orange paint dumped on it! XD Sorry about the delay in postings guys and girls, just finished college and I have been ill, and watching E3 )) *Feenix manages to activate her water shield (thanks to Systemcheck's little projects) and then starts flying over the ocean. Despite her recent really bad run in with water, she was actually happy to be flying over the ocean. Free as a bird (bad pun.) She located a bunch of signals and starts flying towards it.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 20:24:21 GMT
She knew she'd lost too much ground, but it couldn't have been helped. Now in the Decepticon's vice grip, things were getting intense. Her firing became more rapid, but any capacity to aim it had been lost the moment she was in the mech's grasp. Shots fired off in all directions, some even ricocheting back at her own armor, but most getting lost in the water all around them, sending fish scattering in a panic. Yet others presumably still managed to hit their mark- Neon. Sortie grunted loudly, raising her forearms to brace against the inside of Neon's, and then she stretched her arms out to break the mech's grasp from her.
Once free, she would pull off a backwards somersault. Awkward to look at, but ultimately successful in putting more distance between her and her assailant. Then, to keep the gap she'd made between them, she'd begin a slow gait backwards, still failing to heed the presence of the other two approaching Cybertronians. She ignored Neon's taunt- or perhaps, though not as likely, promise- to repair her after their fight. If she ended the victor, there was no guarantee he'd be left in salvageable condition. Despite the fact that K.B. had expressed her disinterest in eliminating Sortie, she and Neon had still been the ones to initiate the conflict. To Sortie, that was enough. It was all she needed to justify the pair's end, if she could manage it. She hardly expected to be able to take them both, but she wouldn't go down without taking at least one of them with her.
"No more than they are one of yours," Sortie's hasty reply came to K.B.'s question. Sortie apparently had noticed the other approaching Cybertronians, but she had chosen not to divide her attention between them and her opponent.
It was also the only bit of conversation they'd get from her, because she fell silent proceeding her answer to K.B.'s question. Seeing that unloading her magazine into Neon wasn't doing her much good, she switched to her secondary form of munitions; a single grenade for Neon's direction, after which Sortie moved a little more quickly, strafing to the left to avoid a potential return fire.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 17:19:41 GMT
((Guys, can I ask you for a favor? I've mentioned in multiple times about Rifle's prewar job as a famous singer/tenor (maybe in the same level than Plácido Domingo or Pavorotti IDK XD) So, if any of your character/s is prewar, they might know about Rifle with the name of 'Blackhertz'the first to mention it will get a free autograph c:. Thanks for reading))
In there was no way to explain the presence of Rifle without get people confused or be heard like a liar. The mercenary didn't cared if they were fighting or not, He continued his way to the beach, but apparently if he wants to touch the dry sand, first he needs to face those strangers.
After some minutes the water level reached his hips. Apparently the mech is 36 feet tall, the tallest among the other individuals. The water was trickling from the small division of his armour plates as some fish jumped after being stuck among Rifle's external mechanisms.
He lifted his head and groaned at see the possible silhouette of Feenix, the last time he saw her she denied to hire him. His moutache shaked a little before to take his small guns out from the water. Aparently, all his weapons are wet, making the mech highly vulnerable.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jun 16, 2016 20:19:19 GMT
*Feenkx didn't deny to hire him out of malaise or anything, she was just unsure as well as the fact she was the Prime. But now would be very different indeed, Feenix didn't give a damn anymore at what people thought.
She glides close to the water and opens a comm to whomever the signal that brought her there came from.*
"This is Wrecker Feenixfire Lockheart, I received your distress signal."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2016 9:00:25 GMT
Her suppression fire continued to barrage Neon, and her progression backwards, distancing herself from him likewise continued. When the comm. came in from Feenixfire, Sortie took pause and turned away from the battle, sprinting away from the group to further expand the distance between them. She'd manage to just barely leave the range of mid-range projectile fire. She responded to the comm.
"I don't recall sending a distress signal," she began, "but I did transmit a request for service reactivation. Am I to presume you'll be acting as my Autobot representative, 'Wrecker Feenixfire'?" The femme sounded strained, reflecting her sprint through knee-high water and the energy it had drained from her. Regardless, she continued as she heard the sound of Feenixfire drawing closer: "I've engaged with a Decepticon-marked Cybertronian calling himself "Dr. Neon," accompanied by another Cybertronian with no discernible markings who appears to be unaffiliated, and there's another unidentified entity approaching, as well." The report she'd given Feenixfire was almost textbook: short, concise, and informative. While away from the action, Sortie took the opportunity to switch magazines. She pulled a fresh one from her subspace, and tossed the half empty one into the water beside her, which was when she noticed- the Decepticon had ceased his attack. Looking back, she found the reason. She must have missed K.B. calling Neon off of her, but now she could clearly see that it was because of the new arrival. Whoever he was, he had her thanks- momentarily- for having given her a break from the assault.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2016 16:19:16 GMT
The mech continues his walk until he heard his name, the real one.
Blackhertz...
He looked at the femme for some seconds. It was weird, nobody has recongized him for a while. Sicne he lost al his fame and the mass media stoped to pay attention to him after the war.
That Blackhertz is dead now...
If Sortie was thankfull by the newcomer, it wont take for so long. Blackhertz ony needs another minutes to dry his guns and be ready to be use, but, is in there a real reason to attack someone and use his valuable bullets? He has always had a hate a against the autobots or the ones related since one of them were the responsibe of his colapse of his career as a tenor. Rifle would keep some bullets witht the sole purpose to show his anger against the autobts, though.
Still, he had to be professional and try to befriend one of them, or maybe more to start everything he cal 'business'.
Have you noticed with the only fact of stepping these waterly lands are we kiling more than you can notice? The fish and coral aren't responsible at all.
He would say to everybody in general to avoid the fight, or at least to drag a bit of attention, but his optics would be kept in KB, but she wont notice by those glasses. Still, she would see a touch of madness in the mech, ee when he isn't acting like a maniac yet. All those years have been severe to the corrupted singer.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jun 18, 2016 19:07:34 GMT
"Yes ma'am. And understood!"
*She arrives at the spot where Rifle, Sofie, K.B and Neon were, she had heard Rifle's words and nods.*
"I agree with Rifle here, hello by the way, sorry we departed in such bitterness before Rifle but being Prime meant no underhand stuff. Not anymore though. Now, I am just here to pick up bot and we don't want trouble, how about we just part our ways and we all don't spend a night in a medbay eh?"
*Feenix hovers above the water, one tip of her right claw touching it, she looked like an angel, or Mercy from Overwatch.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 22:16:11 GMT
She couldn't care less about the new arrival's name- Rifle, Blackhertz- or about whether or not the femme who'd come to extract her was at one point, apparently, a Prime, or even the fact that she had somehow helped K.B. with something simply by fighting her Decepticon friend; either way, things had calmed down enough that she could focus on what was really important: getting out of here. Looking up at Feenixfire, her gaudy flight display didn't seem to impress Sortie much. Simply nodding, she got straight to the point.
"You heard her. Which way out of here, Wrecker Feenixfire?" she asked.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 5:29:39 GMT
Rifle....
In there is a long story behind that nickname, but with only watching his guitar-assault rifle from his back would say part of that story. He wasn't proud of it at all, but at least he's happy that nickname isn't more offensive like the other ones he got.
If Sortie didn't cared about him,now he would give reasons to be watched, or feared in some point. Now with his small guns dried, the mercenary would shoot at one of Feenix horns/antenas in an attempt to shot her face. The other gun shoots at Sortie. The bullet would surely shoot at the chest, or shoulder, or maybe the space between those two. Still, the shots wont be dangerous, everything they could do is to make a medium damage in the armour, but nothing internal. Why?, He only used the bullets as a warning. If he wanted to make more damage, Rifle would used another kind of bullets to make more damage.
Hey, hey, hey! Who said you can take her without pay for her safety?
In some point, this was a bit personal. Since his friend isn't watching the real monster he could be, Blackhertz could vent a bit of his hate towards the people who ruined his life. Even if the femme bots dont have any relation with his past to Rifle all bots are the same: soldier who are able to kill with the sole purpose of fun, ignorants who left the art and science die to hail the sound of shooting cannons. At the same time Feenix is interrupting his personal business. Since he left the autobot base his next bussines would bring some autobots to such base, but only if he's paid with something of his interest.
He kept watching at Sortie and Feenix, but he wont forget about KB and her companion.
I'm sorry that the only fan who can recognize me after those years is watching me in such conditions. As long as the paparatzos dont make this public, I'm ok. He said to the other neutral.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 20, 2016 17:14:47 GMT
*A groundbridge popped open in the sky, a loud roar was heard, it sounded like a dragon. And out flying came a two-headed dragon, the portal closing behind it. The beast looked around for prey. And it eminated a Decepticon signal.*
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jun 20, 2016 19:54:18 GMT
"Hey watch it! Damn it Rifle. How much for safe passage?"
*She gestured to Sortie, saying to let herself handle it. She hadn't noticed the dragon yet.*
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 20, 2016 19:57:00 GMT
*Spotting her prey to be among none other than Feenixfire, the dragon grins and swoops down, transforming into Robot mode, to reveal the Predacon traitor, Sunburst Mavrix.*
Well well well.. I come out looking for prey to kill, and I find the best catch yet!
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