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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 19, 2016 5:31:43 GMT
It didn't matter how much she tried to conceal it, she couldn't hide the fact that she was blushing from Sky. It was kinda cute actually. He couldn't see what she was thinking, nor hear it and thusly had no idea about the thoughts she currently had in her processor. He just assumed that she liked it, judging from her body language.
You're welcome. And blushing.
Sky kept his servo on her pede for a short bit, tracing a digit across the surface of it. He didn't really know how to continue from this point. He felt weird but weird in a good way. It was really confusing to be honest. It was a first for everything he supposed. He moved a tiny bit closer just because he could and slowly moved the servo up her leg again. As long as she didn't protest it was okay to do, right? That's what he had been taught at least. He looked up at her again as she began speaking, observing the way her intake moved when she spoke.
Thanks, but I'm used to worse things. I'm built to take a lot of hits. You weren't bad either. Yes, you could call me a tanker class. I think I'm a bit of a hybrid actually as i have more armor than most tankers yet more poeer. But then again my mobility isn't the best in the world. I can't move like you do, for example. I don't have the required build.
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 19, 2016 15:25:13 GMT
Flushing more coolant into her cheeks, Dia tried to keep her body temperature down but found herself struggling. This mech, there was something about him that simply left herself uncontrollable, but what? Feeling his gaze on her mouth, she bit her lip, playing with the piercing for a moment as she listened to him. I never realized... how I move? I only know that I'm agile...." Diamond shrugged a little, her gaze wavering down to the opposite end of the room as he scooted closer.
The femme went to touch his servo subtly without thinking twice, tapping her claws on the flat tips once they reached her knee."Such large, strong servos...." She realized that slipped out of her mouth and cleared her throat, looking down at her lap.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 19, 2016 16:02:13 GMT
Sky watched her biting her piercing in her lip, watching as the light reflected from it onto her faceplate, making it shine a bit. It was a view for sore optics, that was for sure. He scooted even closer now, not taking his optics off of her, although they moved around, shifting his gaze across her body.
We all move differently. You move a certain way, quick, smooth, agile. I move slow but steady. That is how I was built.
He then felt her touch on his servo, and a small shiver was sent through him. He noticed that she said something, and then looked down as if what she said had been an accident. He smirked a bit before replying.
Yeah, my servos are large and strong. It is very useful for punching stuff, and for petting things. You have more gentle servos though..
He moved his thumb digit and rubbed her servo that was on his a little.
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 19, 2016 16:50:32 GMT
Attempting to keep herself from tensing up, Diamond shifted again, allowing his to hold her servo. "They may be gentle, but, they can kill a mech so, if not too, easily." She spoke as if she was ashamed of herself, letting her optics shadow over. The rings that pierced her audios jingled softly together as her helm turned and and they flattened.
Dia could feel her claws scrape against his armoured servo, and it felt strange when it didn't cut him open. The hidden urge was always there, as if she was paranoid and was waiting until the perfect moment to go for the throat. Gritting her denta inside her mouth, she fought that urge. This mech was offering kindness, but the thing was that she didn't know how to act towards it, and so inside she was panicking.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 19, 2016 18:11:54 GMT
He held her servo gently, stroking the backside of it with his thumb digit. It basically covered a seventh of it when it was immobile, so stroking her entire servo was no problem. She maybe was ashamed by the fact that her servos could kill people but it did absolutely nothing to Sky. His own servos were made to kill, the tips could be clawed to allow him to dig into armor easier with just a simple command from his processor. He had been through a lot with his servos.
Even gentle and pretty things have a dangerous side. Just like you.
Sky paused a little. What the frag was he saying? He couldn't just say something like that! It really wasn't that appropriate for him to do, but to his surprise he found that he didnt care. He seldom lied and this was not one of those times. He had said what he thought out loud and there was no taking it back now. He listened to the soft jingle of her audial percings and smiled a bit more. It was a nice sound, and quite easy to recognize. His other servo moved closer to her as well, waiting for her reaction.
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 19, 2016 18:47:23 GMT
Diamond watching his digit rub her servo, the gesture reminding her of her creator. This was different however, Skyspray had earlier showed no interest in her at all. Why is he being so... what's the word...? Her helm snapped up upon hearing his compliment, and her cheeks turned blue as more energon flushed into them. She had been told she was like a rose once by her sister. A beautiful flower held in a bunch by thorny stems. But no matter how hurtful the flower was, she would always be pleasant to look at.
"Oh... Uhm, thank you, sir." She whispered, meeting his optics and not realizing his other servo. Her back wings perked up a little and her tires spun slowly, showing hidden emotion of confusion and a bit of adrenaline. Her poor spark did in fact beat faster, and in response the protective systems to keep it from bleeding applied the pressure needed for it to work properly. Even if it did in fact get rid of her ailment, she hated it because of who had put it there in the first place.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 19, 2016 19:46:17 GMT
She blushed even more, a soft blue color spreading across her cheeks. It didn't look bad on her at all, the opposite, according to Sky. He couldn't really describe how he felt as it was new to him. His own motors were warming up slightly, he did not really know why either. She seemed to enjoy his company at least, that was better than nothing.
You are welcome, Diamond. And you can call me Skyspray, you know.
He said in a slightly teasing tone. He also looked into her optics with his warm, grass green ones, and suddenly he knew. It was like if a shadow had passed by and he now could see clearly. He observed her small movements, the spinning tires, the way she sat. He knew what he wanted now and it was right in front of him.
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 19, 2016 20:33:26 GMT
"Thank you, Skyspray." She nodded, close to a smile. Dia soon cut the moment however when her expression changed, as if realizing something, then her optics faded into the more authoritative hue they always were. "I have to... I have to go. Infiltrator's cod, gotta be training." She lied, taking her servo away and nearly falling off the berth as she swung her legs off to stand. Trying to make it look casual, Dia quickly walked out of the berthroom, glaring at the ground.
The hell are you doing Dia!? This is the worst time to have feelings you know! Ugh, I should have killed you the moment I was in control! The voice in her helm screeched. Diamond kept the argument in her helm however as she headed for the door, not stopping to look back as she curled into herself.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 20, 2016 4:28:41 GMT
She almost smiled now, that was probably the closest she had ever been to smiling, at least when Sky was present. Although something changed in a matter of seconds. Sky's smile faded a little bit when she said she had to leave and abruptly got up. It looked like if she'd fall when she first began walking, like her first steps and if she would have fallen, Sky would have caught her. This was not the case however as he instead sat and watched her as she left, venting softly.
If you say so, Diamond. I think you and I will see each other soon again.
He got up from his berth and walked out after her. After all, it would have been rude not to follow his guests out. He didn't hurry but calmly walked, his insides were all but calm though. His spark was beating faster than usual, his senses were on high alert and his motors slowly revved. He leaned casually against a wall, watching her approach his door. He resisted the impulse to walk over and touch her, reminding himself that he couldn't delay her if she had work to do.
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 20, 2016 5:27:04 GMT
Placing a delicate servo kn the door, she paused and looked back at him. Her optics sparkled in his before she tore away opened the door.
It felt as if there were two little versions of herself on each shoulder, one an angel and one a devil. Stay a bit longer! Maybe you can make a move on the Prime. The evil one said with a smirk. Meanwhile the angel shook her helm, No, leave, you'll trigger youself if you stay longer! You're as stressed as it gets right now. Go cool your processor training. Going with that, she walked out and didn't look back, gipping her arms as she hurried down the hall with light tapping steps. Her back wings lowered and her expression grew sour once again as she only headed deeper into the base, hopefully to somehow magically end up in either the bar or the bridge controls.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 20, 2016 9:20:10 GMT
He smiled at her as she looked back at him, his spark beating a tad faster as they got optic contact. It was over quickly though as she went out of his quarters and left him alone. He turned around and bashed his helm in the wall a few times.
What the frag is wrong with you, Skyspray? How did you think that was going to work? You are the new Prime for crying out loud, you can't do this! Ties just keep you down, you know that!
He spoke to himself as he stopped hitting his helm and instead went back to the bedroom. Sky bent down and picked up the old armor chunks that he had dropped before and put them on the desk. He pushed a button and the wall opened up and two arms dragged the broken pieces in. The wall closed and Sky went back to the berth. He could still smell the scent of where she had been and he was once again reminded about what they had done. The Prime vented again before walking out to the main room and then over to the room which was always locked and only Sky had the clearance to enter. He tapped in the code and the door unlocked, allowing him to enter. His creations were soon done now. He flipped a switch and machines started working. The AI that lived there activated and Sky simply uttered a few words before exiting again.
Continue with protocol: Emoticons.
The door closed behind him and locked itself. Nobody would be able to enter. Sky kept walking however, walking until he was out of his quarters. He had things to do, important things. Nothing was to stand in his way now, when he knew what he wanted, he wouldn't stop until he got it. He headed towards the Halls, as that was where he was needed the most.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 14, 2016 9:42:22 GMT
Destroy... everything should burn...
What's the point? Nothing matters...
Come on, it's fun! We're going to do it!
I don't want to. Don't do this...
Not yet. Wait until the time is right...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 22:53:24 GMT
Footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway as the old medic walked up to the door to Skyspray's office. The hallways were empty and filled wih only him. Ratchet sighed. It looked like he was the only one to have arrived on the exact time when he was required, and he was the only person to have showed up. Wasn't the others fault. It was very easy to get caught up on things. To pass the time, Ratchet brought out his datapad and began to look up the medical records.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 10, 2016 2:53:28 GMT
Taggon strode through the hallways, heading for the command central. His strides were calm, quiet, and somewhat weary. He didn’t remember the last time he recharged…at least he’d refueled. He recalled how once Skyspray had advised him to recharge at least once every forty eight hours. Taggon recalled the events of the past few months, mentally groaning to himself. He’d been busy.
As he strode, he found himself gazing upon a lone protectobot leaning against the walls of the hallways, casually smoking a cigarette. The mech bore the old symbol of the A19 Strike team, now a retired organization. The last memories Taggon had of the team were not fond ones. He’d squandered what his commander had tried so hard to build. And now, all the special covert ops protectobots were mostly out of a job..similar to this old one. The protectobot nodded in greeting to Taggon with his own aged blue optics. “Well if it ain’t Colonel Taggon.” He said passively. Taggon stopped in his tracks. Speaking to drones was something he felt was strange now a days, and yet, he often enjoyed it. He himself was a drone, only severely customized….and ‘old’ by their standards. “I was unaware I still held that rank.” Taggon replied. The protectobot shrugged, “I think you’ve been unaware of several things sir. Number one being that Astrinal’s been dead for months. Word has it Backbeat took her life in a spar.” The protectobot said grimly. Taggon froze, blinking. He was silent, as the protectobot blew a small puff of smoke. “The old crew is in pretty bad shape. She was a good leader.” The protectobot shook his helm. Taggon was staring directly at the protectobot. “Why…was this never announced?” Taggon’s voice was remarkably soft. The old protectobot just shook his helm slightly. “I think enough caught word of it they assumed most of us already knew. If not…perhaps they thought it was best those who didn’t know shouldn’t. It would take a toll on the morale.” “Morale?” Taggon asked the question gently, as if he was unaware it exhisted up till now. “Speculations sir. That’s all I got on the matter. The other thing is Skyspray was elected Prime. Feenixfire Primal went her own way. A new High Command was established. I know this is a lot to take in at once sir but…” The protectobot sighed, placing a servo on Taggon’s shoulder. Taggon wasn’t sure what he felt inside his chassis. “You’re the Head of Strategy now. Skyspray was going to be holding a meeting in his office soon sir.” The protectobot said, retracting his servo. Taggon was still quiet, and stone still. “Look. I’m sorry I had to break it to you this way. The Autobots are in a trying time sir.” The protectobot inhaled, before blowing out the smoke. “Good luck sir.” He glanced at Taggon, before leaving. The vehicon was silent for one more moment. Her death is a rumor. It has to be. I will get to the bottom of it. Taggon thought briskly, as his pedes slowly walked his new course; to Skyspray’s office. The Prime would be there soon, he suspected. Taggon journeyed throught the halls soundlessly, wishing he could stick to the shadows. Skyspray was Prime, and his quarters had always been a few floors higher than Taggons’. Which meant there were no darkness to conceal himself in. He was doomed to walk a lighted path, much to his chagrin. Upon arrival, Taggon found himself looking at the back of another Autobot. Taggon just stopped in his tracks alongside the wall across from Skyspray’s door, never saying a word. Naturally, a knife found it’s way into his servo, and he commenced sharpening it on his other arm~
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 10, 2016 5:51:40 GMT
Contrasting against the bright environment with her dark armour, Diamond walked in a mixed manner, confused, worried, authoritative, and excited altogether. If anyone could read her mind it would be a clustered mess of possible outcomes for this meeting. She knew there were supposed to be others there, so out of the odds of seeing bots she knew she hoped to make new allies in the ranks. Diamond didn't recall paying much attention to what the meeting was about, but the way the message had been delivered clarified the fact of its importance, which is what gave her the nervous twitch in her right digit. Distracted due to studying the numbers that designated the owner of the quarter, she looked forward in time to see two mechs already waiting at the Prime's presumable door. Well what'dya know, I already know the welcoming committee.
"Well well well, if it ain't the Taggsmaester," Diamond walked up beside the mech with her arms crossed, a kind and welcoming glint in her optic. It had indeed been a while since her and her instructor last spoke, almost like an eternity. A tiny smile crept onto her lips as the memories flooded in, filling her cold, weak spark with warmth as she jutted a hip out in her stance. The femme's tires spun slowly to a halt to readjust themselves from the dramatic temperature she had recently endured.
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Post by Gearchange on Aug 10, 2016 16:01:33 GMT
There came heavy footsteps as Gearchange strode down the commander's quarters section, his own living quarters being a deck over. Soon Gearchange came round the corner. His pace was fast but soon slowed down as he noticed the others.
He wasn't happy to have been pulled away from a wrecker briefing, especially when they were making preparations to head into battle, but perhaps this meeting could prove lucrative and provide some bonus support incase the Decepticons were out to destroy the Wreckers once and for all.
I suppose you're both here from a request by Skyspray?
Gearchange stops and leans on a wall opposite the others.
This better be good, I'm missing out on a briefing in the wrecker's headquarters. Its probably one of the largest battles on Earth the wreckers will have too.
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Post by Shrike and Contrail on Aug 10, 2016 18:34:48 GMT
A maroon mech tumbled down the hallway in what could be gathered as the closest thing he could manage to accomplish on unfamiliar pedes. Nearly falling flat in this process, he lets his face twitch into a little grin, accompanied by heavy breathing from having worked his motors so extensively to get here. He was late, and he knew that, hence the pace of arrival, all the others were already here, former Maximus Gearchange, Diamond, former ally to former enemy to potential ally Taggon and the famed Autobot medic, Ratchet. To be honest, the mech felt quite out of place. Mostly due to the fact that he was mentally young and not even technically an Autobot. After all, he hadn't even scratched off his AvaCon insignia yet, which he was certain Taggon would notice. In silence, he wondered, was Taggon aware that he had been disguised as Sulat back when he first arrived? Would he have to confess? These questions hung ominously as a much more prominent one came up, and out.
"Ratchet, are you capable of repairin' disabled T-Cogs?" It was at that very moment he realized he'd need to introduce himself to the lot of them. Even Taggon, likely, as Tag would not have been able to access his records in the AvaCon database before he left. So here it goes: "I'm sorry, the name is Shrike, I just came from the medbay for an urgent situation. Hence the question, Ratchet." As these words formed, another realization came around. Neither Gearchange nor Ratchet would know why he knew them by name, would they? Maybe Ratchet, as he is famed, but Gear? Explaining AvaCons is too much of a pain for Shrike to bother with it, he'd rather just play off as a perceptive person. Much easier that way anyways. Only one worry out of the lot that's gathered for him still hung.
Would Contrail be alright?
His attempt to relax consisted of slumping casually against the wall, waiting for answers, greetings, and above all, Skyspray.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 10, 2016 20:51:07 GMT
Tapping his digits lightly as he walked through the brightly lit corridor, Skyspray was heading for his quarters. It was also working as his office, seeing as he had no other place to have it. It was small, yes. Size wasn't alwyas the most important thing however, it was how you used the space you had. It had always been one of Skyspray's words of guidance but who it guided, nobody knew. It sounded great in his mind but as most great things, they sounded much worse when spoken out loud than when quiely whispered in one's mind. It was the same with elaborate plans and ideas. They did sound much better when planned than they were when executed, something which even the most experienced of strategists knew. Shrugging lightly, Sky tried not to pay attention to that as he continued his journey back towards his home.
With his heavy pedes hitting the metal floor, the clangs of metal against metal echoed throughout the hallway, creating a sure indication that he was on hs way. A small group of protectobots walked past him, all saluting as he was the leader of their entire faction. It was a bit funny how it all happened. How he, Skyspray, an ex-con had become the leader of the faction he was created to fight against. His childhood hadn't been great, full of violence and death, torture and of course, long travels. He was raised on a ship, flying from planet to planet while hunting after those on The List. Skyspray himself had taken the life of Scrape and Arzze before he turned eight but then he had no idea what he had done. It was one of his clearest memories, the dead bodies of the two grown mechs and the blueish fluid that poured out of holes in their chests. Back then he wasn't fancy, Impaling them quickly on two spears had worked exellent.
As the memories of his past hunt was brought up, his thoughts wandered over to something which had happened much more recently. Reaching into his subspace, the Prime pulled out a Data-pad. It was the same data-pad that his father had given him in the Halls, meaning that it contained The List. It wasn't the new List as Kaon had left the decepticons too to be with him and Pet instead. Some would call it an act of love but Sky wasn't sure. If there was one being in the world that he was hated, it was Kaon, his father. All the years of abuse and neglect had left its marks, both good and bad ones. Thanks to them his pain tolerance was much higher than that of the normal bot, meaning that even if he sustained the same amount of damage as another bot, chances were that he wouldn't be in as much pain. It had left him witha burning hatred for all of them and he would not rest before all of them were dead. Thus far, two of them had met their fate, become one with the Allspark but there were three to go: Helex, Tarn and Kaon.
His gaze had drifted off, just staring at a part of the wall as he was in deep thoughts but shifted back to the List as Sky focused on reading the names on it. He found his own name almost immediately, close to the top. Skyspray had no idea of it was because the rest were higher prority targets or because Kaon had wanted to take others before his son. The first option seemed more likely and Sky continued sweeping the list. He encountered a few familiar names on it: Taggon, Diamond/Deatheye. Sky had no idea who Deatheye was, maybe it was Dia when she had been a con? Maybe it was someone else and they had confused the names? No, that wasn't like him, he didn't mess up, not when it was about The List. His father had known it all by heart so there was no way that it could be a mistake of some sort. Continuing the List there were the familiar big names like Overlord, Drift/Deadlock and Krok, Fulcrum, Misfire, Spinister and Crankcase. Those were cons Sky had never met nor seen. He had heard that they somehow outsmarted the DJD but all of that could just be rumors. If they had, that was probably why they were on the list in the first place.
Now that the List jad been read, Sky put it back in his subspace and hurried towards his quarters. He was late, he could feel it. He should have arrived twenty seconds ago, meaning that they would have to wait for even longer on him. Not the best way to start a meeting on but it had to go for this time. Turning the corner, Sky could make out the bots who waited outside his quarters. The medic, Ratchet, was there, reading something. Probably something old and/or boring, as that was the impression he was giving the young Prime. Although Ratchet had a reputation for being grumpy and boring, nobody could change the fact that when it came to repairing bots, he was the best. Maybe Chiro could rival him but she had been missing for quite some time. Poor Scaag. He seemed to have liked her. Sky reminded himself to go and look for Scaag later, give the little guy some comfort.
Next up was Taggon, probably coming straight from Brisbane, just like himself. Sky had no idea how that battle had started or why Taggon was involved in it, but he figured that the DJD was there to try and capture him. They had yet again failed, further proving that tbey had passed their expiration date. Skyspray and Taggo hadn't been on the best of terms lately, following the incident in the A-19 special brig where Tesarus was kept. He had disobeyed direct orders from a commanding officer, something that was a serious issue, at least according to him. Then again, he was raised in an environment where disobediece was the worst crime you could commit so it wasn't odd that he thought so. He was going to try to rebuild the bond with his former mentor and squad member, although that could be easier said than done.
Sky's optics rolled over to Gearchange, the biggest out of the bots that had gathered. Sky liked him, as he was Sky's adoptive grandfather. He had spent a lot of time with the older mech and had been taught a lot of things. It was interesting to see how the wreckers worked, although his mother had alwasy been a bit cautious about it. It had never been any real dangers though, only a collapsed bridge and an explosion at most. Sky trusted him, he was a steady mech and knew how to fight very well. Besides, it was good to have ties with people within the sub-factions and Gear was the Wrecker tie he needed.
Shrike was the next bot there and he seemed very.. happy? happy maybe wasn't the right word but it fit decently enough for Sky to accept it. Was it because he had found something to do or was t something else? Sky didn't know that Contrail existed so he didn't get that he in fact had saved his brother from death. For now he just assumed that something good had happened and that was all fine with Sky. Happy soldier boosted the combat spirit and they wanted that to be as high as possible.
The last member there, Diamond, was one who Sky watched a bit more closely. There it was again, his spark beginning to beat a tad faster. It really was a weird feeling but it was weird in a good way. He didn't know what to make of it though so he just looked at her from top to bottom and then back up again. She was a bit wet, as water was dripping down from her frame. Not enough to make a big pudle but it was noticable. Sky caught himself wondering about what she had done before mentally slapping himself in the face multiple times. With an axe. This was not the right time to act like this, no this was an important meeting.
Ah, I see you all made it here. We are waiting for Shatterbeam still but we have to start either way. I have given orders to the protectobots to show him in once he arrives. Let's get started.
Sky greeted all who had gathered there as he unlocked the door to his room. the lock scanned him and he typed in a special code which allowed Shrike to enter, as the mech technically wasn't a full autobot yet. He still needed to go through the rite of the Autobrand, so that would have to be his first priority after this meeting. Steppng inside the room, he tappe a button on the wall making a desk appear out from the floor with a small holo projector on it. Skyspray walked into the room and over to the desk, tapping a button on it, making the projector jolt to life and display images from former battles. They were not flattering in any way, at least not for the bots. Sky assumed that they all had entered right behind him so that they all saw what was being shown. As you may have noticed, you are all here because you are part of the Autobot High Command, or AHC for short. I'm content you all know your desiganted roles already but I will take them again. Gearchange. Head of Internal affairs. Ratchet, Head of medicine, Taggon, Head of Strategy, Shrike, Aerial commander and Diamond, Head of Surveillance. Shatterbeam, Autobot Magnus. Our Maximus, Bruiser, stepped down recently, that is why he isn't attending. Now, I am sure that it is no surprise to you that it's not going great for us. The decpticons are acieving victory after victory. Destruction and severe losses are all we get, just look at London, New York and Washington D.C. Yes, I will take my part of the blame for that, don't worry about that. The important part, the decepticons are beating us, and we need to strike back.
Our troops are poorly trained, we have to make them fight better and fight as a team. We have had enough lone wolves that run in by themselves and gets their afts handed to them. What we need is coordination and unity. Remember, We are autobots and autobots fight together. I have a proposal, something which can strengthen the troops' willpower. Recently, we had a breach. someone got in and stole equpiment from our storage bay. He then escaped by going Through the wall. We have to fear the worst and that our position is compromised. That is why I present to you, Project Regenesis.
Sky tapped on another button but this time a model came up, a 3-D model of a spaceship appeared. It didn't have exact numbers on it, but it was bigger than the Ark they were currently standing in. It had a lot of cannons on it and looked both friendly and menacing at the same time. (A battlecruiser from Starcraft 2 is the base model.) It was armed with several big cannons and a considerable amount of smaller cannons, making it a realy fearsome sight in the sky.
This beauty is what i call: Regenesis. She is armed with ten dual 5m cannons, over 200 smaller 1m cannons and two big 30M cannons, mounted in the front. I'm thinking about a hyperdrive in it too, something like the Nemesis has, from what I've heard. The rear is covered by seven 30ft cannons, able to fire up to 4 rounds a minute each. I figure we begin dismantling the Ark, at least what we can use and start building as fast as possible. Ratchet, You will be responsible for the start-up of this project, you have as much resources as you want, although we don't have everything here at our base. We will have to send people out to fetch parts and possibly fight decepticons. Taggon, I want you to think up a way to safely retrieve the materials we need without too much interference. I also need info and characteristics about the engines so that we can build our own.
The rest of you, Gear, you make sure that the bots know about ths, that it doesn't come as a shock for the wreckers etc. Whe you are done, check to see if there are any decepticons to engage. Diamond and Shrike, I want you so scout out energon mines and other resources that we can use. Shatterbeam is to continue setting up the squads that from now on will work on missions together. I will organize the Army, help out where I'm needed and finally set up a few things. Any questions?
Sky looked at all the bots in the room with optics filled with anticipation. They were going to bounce back up again because they simply couldn't be defeated. They were autobots and for a first time in a long while, he was immensly proud to be one of them. He walked around the desk and grabbed a small canister which he offered to the closest bot (next peron in the post order.) It contained tiny energon cubes, just as a token of his gratitude. They were guests in his home after all. That was the downside of having your personal living space and office in the same place. Now he just hoped nobody would enter his bedroom, although Diamond had already seen it and so had Probably Gearchange done too a long while ago.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 22:29:10 GMT
Ratchet was pulled away from his datapad when Shrike walked up to him and asked the question. The old medic raised an optic ridge.
"Yes I am capable of doing so. Why? Is there something wrong with your T-cog?"
The old mech looked down the corridor to see Skyspray walking down the hallway and gave a quick nod in acknowledgement to the Prime. Usually he would continue his small conversation with Shrike, but it will have to wait after this meeting. Ratchet followed right behind Skyspray after the Prime opened the door. The medic put his hands behind his back as he looked around. As an original member of the Ark, he swore he had been in this room before and noticed how much different it was now.
When Skyspray began to talk about the current members of High Command, Ratchet refrained from looking away from everyone else and saying "Should be someone else", while covering it up with a fake cough, when his name was said along with his regained title. He was getting too old to be bossing others around. But at least this gave him the freedom to find a worthy successor for the title.
Regardless, Ratchet continued to listen to Skyspray, a grimace formed on his face. Guess he returned at a low point in the war. The old medic was concerned and he managed to figure out what this meeting was about. Ratchet raised an optic ridge at the news of someone breaking into the base and stealing equipment. His optic ridge was raised even higher when said someone escaped by phasing through a wall. While Ratchet has worked on outliers before, mainly those in Orion Pax's rag-tag group. News of an outlier being able to phase through walls didn't really phase him, but how the ability worked confused him. Trailbreaker had generators in his hands to direct where his force fields went. Windcharger had magic arms. But the real confusing abilities lied in mechs like Damus, or Glitch, as everyone called him. Being able to shut off machinery by touching it didn't make any sense. Then there was Roller creeping on the old medic's mind. Ratchet sighed. There was no time to think about long lost friends at the moment.
Back on track! But that wasn't the only event of theft, Ratchet's shuttle had also been stolen. He would bring it up, but it didn't matter right now. Ratchet looked at the 3D model of the spaceship.
"Is this another Rod Pod?"
Ratchet said as soon as it came into his head. He then realized what he said and mentally swore. If he had to explain what a Rod Pod was to everyone, he'd flip in rage on how stupid Rodimus' idea was to have a shuttle based on his head.
Regardless, Ratchet gave a quick wave of his hand to Skyspray to ignore his statement. The old medic then soon wished he didn't as he was assigned to start with creating the ship. Shouldn't that job belong to an engineer like Wheeljack? The medic nodded. He was now not only not happy about being Chief Medical Officer again, but starting off a project for a "Sky Pod"? Great...
Ratchet sat through the rest of Skyspray's talk and raised his servo to catch the canister. Fast reflexes Ratchet had despite his age. Now it finally occurred to him; he was the oldest person in this room right now. Oh well, didn't bother him much anyway. The old medic was fine at the moment and passed the canister to Taggon. The old mech wasn't hungry at the moment. It was a nice gesture for Skyspray to offer them though. Ratchet slightly raised his servo.
"I suggest we keep an optic out for quantum engines, they are much faster than a standard warp drive. I would offer the ones in my shuttle, but I have reason to believe that the mech you kicked out a few days ago, Sparkflare, may have stolen it to leave. And if you wouldn't mind, I would like to talk about him after this if you wouldn't mind.
"Other than that; how should I go about kicking this project off?"
Ratchet said as he brought out his datapad again, this time listing the type of cannons Skyspray wanted on his ship.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 11, 2016 2:55:51 GMT
((My turn to post in a book.))
If I am the Head of Strategy…and Skyspray wants me here, he may be trying to establish a new command. He might not just be summoning me. He never does. He works in groups. Taggon thought to himself. His mind slipped to the last members he knew of the Autobot command…how they’d all seemed so distant and so powerful. And yet, he’d denied them. His work with the A19 Strike tema had caused him to get a tad wild according to his vehicon standards—and he’d lost a little faith in the Autobots. His insignia had always been worn though. Taggon tried hard to remember how precisely he became an Autobot. His train of thought was rustled when an all too familiar voice gave a teasing twist to his name, in a form of greeting his friends usually refered to him as…
‘"Well well well, if it ain't the Taggsmaester,"
Taggon’s visor rotated so that the sublte ‘v’ of his Prussian blue visor faced the femme entirely. It was his apprentice. The word ‘former’ had almost slipped in front of ‘apprentice’…it had indeed been ages since he’d seen this femme. Like many in the room, Taggon too walked down memory lane, recalling how the femme beside him was once smaller, painted blue, more be-dazzled, much more shier. Now she strode confidently beside him, sliding a nickname by him, and smiling. Echos of the polite shyness of her younger self remained in her tender smile, and her kind optics. “You have grown, Diamond.” Taggon stated, a small contentedness in his voice, as if an older brother were noting his sister’s accomplishments. His blade slid along his fore-arm as he nodded respectfully at her. “It is good to see you once more as well. It has been a while.” He continued. Others entered as well. Shrike the ex-Avacon followed, stumbling after Gearchange. The older mech muttered how the meeting had better be worth his time. As for Shrike, Taggon found life in the mechs eyes.
They hadn’t ever started on the right foot, however, Taggon wasn’t about to slander or disrespect what he believed was Skyspray’s choice. Gearchanges rumbling confirmed his belief: this was a call of the new High Command. “I couldn’t be more proud of you Diamond.” He said gently, to her, meaning every word he said. He walked forward as Skyspray’s heavy footsteps could be heard. Taggon straightened his body, sheathing his blades so that he looked slightly like he was standing at attention. Skyspray entered, he too had grown. Though outwardly he appeared to be the same strong tankard Taggon had known him to be, the vehicon saw a veteran had grown in the younger mechs eyes. He smiled behind his mask. Bowing his helm soundlessly in front of Skyspray. The vehicon proceeded to enter the corridors of the mech’s quaint room. He listened to the mechs announcements. Taggon had been right about the head of command. He passed a glance at Diamond. He hadn’t ever been more proud of her for earning this rank.
The others were like old faces. Mostly ex-decepticons(including Diamond) and a famous older medic. He was in good company. He continued to listen to Skyspray, ‘Taggon, I want you to think up a way to safely retrieve the materials we need without too much interference. I also need info and characteristics about the engines so that we can build our own.’
A new Battle ship? Taggon had thought on such things before. Mobile bases were something quiet useful to say the least. It only went to show Skyspray had good routes in mind for the Autobots. “I shall try my hardest sir.” Taggon answered respectfully. He had questions of his own but he decided keeping them to himself. Until Skyspray told everyone he wouldn’t mind their suggestions, he’d go by the ‘shut-up and do what you’re told’ policy.Skyspray then took it upon himself to offer some energon cubits to everyone. Taggon accepted one from the canister, though he never ate it. He just held it up like a glass, politely holding the token. Those who knew Taggon would know the vehicon’s gears were turning inside his helm once more. He was thinking of plans—and not just about fetching resources.
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