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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 20:00:19 GMT
The Keeper had been focusing on his gauntlet again as a screen was displayed. Every so often he would glance up at the other monitors, trying to pick out an event of some interest. He let out a low grumble, his orange optics giving hint to his negative mood.
While Reaper would like to go out and fight or cause some chaos, the medic had said to take it easy and stretch. Was stretching even a thing? With his free servo, he opened and closed it, judging the faint pain.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jul 14, 2016 11:48:55 GMT
Death Wish realizes it has been a little while since the comm, so he comms Amp Blaster who was there.
*"Amp Blaster is Backbeat still there?"*
Amp Blaster: *"They are heading to the briefing room."*
*"Thank you Amp Blaster"*
Death Wish then walked out of the room, heading to the briefing room to talk with Backbeat.
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Post by Sydrone on Jul 14, 2016 13:23:41 GMT
Dynamite would look at the feed for Last Spark and see what a poor job they were doing of keeping Whirl contained Blackbolt wants to kill him? Excuse me. I have a prisoner to visit. Dynamite says, bowing and leaving for Last Spark.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 16:04:14 GMT
After a long time to check the main panel. Scary would detect a new signal in there, one which she hasn't meet yet. Then she noticed the nervous attitude of @neon.
Dont worry, You're in home. Nobody will hurt you here, now, if you allow me... I need to make some business. I think the workshop would be a place you can find a bit confortable. If not, you can go to the electrolounge
She opened a groundbridge to Germany since she got another decepticon signal from there. She walked through it until disapear, but if someone wanted to follow her, she wont complain at all.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 4:24:37 GMT
Seeing as the other 'Cons were going their separate ways, Reaper figured it best that he did so too. Closing the device on his gauntlet, the Keeper left the room in the search for something more worthwhile.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jul 18, 2016 14:07:08 GMT
A GB opens with Punch Line walking through. He was a bit damaged and had some smoldering on his armor.
"Well that was fun. Anybody know where Taky went?"
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Aug 3, 2016 23:57:37 GMT
Punch looked up at the mission board and saw that infiltrators were needed. He decided to take part, so he opened a bridge and headed out with the bridge closing behind him.
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Post by Tarn on Aug 5, 2016 3:29:23 GMT
* A commlink would reach the command center of the Nemesis.
:: This is Tarn, I require an immediate groundbridge. My coordinates are embedded in this message. ::
The coordinates would lead to nice, france
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 3:46:43 GMT
Since the vehicon stood in there waiting orders, Evo only left his 'statue' status until he heard someone asking for a groundbridge. His red 3 banded visor shone in middle of the low purple ilumination and walked towards the Groundbridge.
Typing some comands with is three digited servos, the vehicons activated the GB to the desired location. He stood close from the groundbridge entrance as a way to welcome the DJD member and the newcomers. To others, it would be considered as a generic vehicon by the lack of words of actions. Even when he has some pysical features wich makes im diferent from the generic vehicons, his protocos writen inside him makes Evo act like the standar accepted by the decepticons.
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Post by Tarn on Aug 7, 2016 23:58:23 GMT
Tarn's entrance was delayed, but he didn't disappoint. As soon as he emerged from the groundbridge, Tarn's optics scanned the near vicinity of the groundbridge. Within seconds, he laid his optics onto a vehicon, probably the one who had opened the groundbridge. He looked different. But no matter, he was still a vehicon. "Send a commlink to the Medbay immediately." Tarn ordered. He kept walking as he spoke. "There about to receive a critically wounded patient."
Speaking of the patient, Tarn felt Vos' spark weaken even more. He had fallen into stasis which worried him. At this rate, the DJD member was sure to die. Tarn could feel Vos' lifeblood soak his shoulderpad. Not a good sign. Before the vehicon knew it, Tarn had exited the command center and made his way to the Medbay.
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Post by Kick-Start on Aug 8, 2016 0:05:32 GMT
Kick-Start entered the room. Without asking, she took up a place at one of the computers. It wouldn't stop information from coming through, but it had access to the tools.
"Okay... Moscow, here I come," she told it, before typing in a series of numbers, "There's nothing more effective than destroying your enemy from the inside."
It was a matter of seconds before she had beached the basic defences of the Russian communications.
"Hmmm..." she looked at the human data thoughtfully. Their technology was pathetic compared to Cybertronian biology, but as technology went on this sphere, it was good. She could use it.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Aug 8, 2016 18:58:11 GMT
Quaketread repeated the same action as Kick=start wordlessly taking up station by a computer, activating the overlay and scanning the comm frequencies of the Cons. Quaketread was to direct reinforcements as needed, and he needed to know everything about every operation in order to do so. As the screen split it's surface into sections, each detailing different frequencies, Quaketread began monitoring each one simultaneously, listening for anything that might point to a need for backup, especially in the missions in Russia.
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Post by Kick-Start on Aug 9, 2016 0:23:40 GMT
Kick-Start made up her mind and smirked slightly. Human technology was mediocre, but their arsenal was impressive, and more than that, this thing they called the 'Internet'... well, it needed some fine-tuning, but it was a source of data unlike any on Cybertron.
She continued typing, while thinking on other matters.
"That's it, big army... feel the programming," she spoke softly, "Not so aggressive when it's Mama who's cuddling you, huh?" She transferred some pre-programmed code in, "Su casa es mi casa, as a human might say... heh heh..."
She completed the basic entry programming and left the room.
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Post by Cataclysm on Aug 22, 2016 21:03:10 GMT
A comm shuddered into life on a rather old Decepticon frequency, probably dating back to around the intermediate years of the war, and carried with it a message, live feed included. The Communications screen, currently manned by Quaketread lit up as a video feed of a femme came into view. With angular features and a full helmet making up most of her head, she looked like a typical soldier in all honesty; a silver Decepticon symbol was engraved into her forehead plating, marking her quite clearly as a member of the cause. Her armour, from about the collar upward as that was all you could see given the feed, was your standard array of purples, blacks and the occasional pink, nothing out of the ordinary aside from a few odd bumps jutting out of her frame at various angles. Opening her intake to speak, a pair of glistening fangs peaked out of in-between her lips as whatever lighting was currently on her snuck its way onto those pearly whites.
"This is Decepticon Scout LR-362.511, designation Long-Shot, hailing all Friendly forces in the area, I have just arrived on planet and am requesting immediate transport to base."
If one were to look up this, 'Long-Shot' in the Decepticon archives then they wouldn't find anything particularly out of the ordinary: Signed up during the faction's rise to power, serving as a foot soldier as they made their way towards Iacon before getting drafted into the fleet. From there things got spotty, apparently she was stationed aboard the Heavy Cruiser, "Tarn's Revenge" but after that her files goes blank, apparently having gone M.I.A along with the entire crew of the ship, presumed dead according to Soundwave's latest report.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Aug 26, 2016 16:17:35 GMT
Quaketread received the message, looking up this information as Long-Shot spoke. Her MIA status was intriguing to him, but with multiple attacks to co-ordinate, he had little time to peruse it in detail. Taking note of her co-ordinates, Quaketread opened up a Groundbridge linking her location and the room he was in, barely glancing at it as he continued to monitor the progress of the battles thus far.
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Post by Cataclysm on Sept 4, 2016 20:04:39 GMT
An oddly long time passed after the Groundbridge was opened, nearly a solid minute of green swirlage before the sound of heeled pedals began to echo into the CC, finally confirming someone was, in fact, on their way. A few moments later and the portal flickered as the being walked through, dark colours and bright purple lights allowing her to seamlessly blend in with the Decepticon's favoured colour scheme. With a slight turn of a helmeted head, the femme's red optics locked on the most important looking character in the room; Quaketread. Turning towards him, the female strode towards the towering mech which, despite her unusual height, stood almost her entire size in feet over her.
It was about this time that the femme noticed the station he was working on, screens somewhat visible due to the mech too towering over it, and abruptly stopped walking towards him. From the looks of things, and the amount of flashing lights on the multiple screens, he appeared to be coordinating, or at least observing, a battle. Deciding it would be best not to annoy the guy twice as big as her, Long-shot pursed her painted lips and looked about the room, attempting to find anyone else of importance who wasn't currently directing part of Decepticon history...
Unfortunately for her, it seemed the only ones here were Vehicons, the lowest class of worker in the rankings... With a sigh, she shot one last look at the busy Quaketread before turning and quickly walking over to one of the many drones stationed here in the Command Centre. Despite her apparent distaste for the nameless, she spoke clearly and directly, not wanting to waste his or her time as she questioned him on how to acquire a rank aboard this vessel. With a deep voice and sharp extension of his arm, the red visored trooper pointed over at an unoccupied console on the far wall and informed her she need only fill out the application form. Thanking him, Long-shot spun on her feel and power walked over to the powered down terminal.
With a small tap of one of the keys, the station powered up with a hum of energy as the screen flashed into life, displaying the Rank Request application and the various guidelines for filling it out; fairly basic stuff really. Wordlessly and without pause, the femme's sharpened digits turned into a blur as she began typing out her request, leaving most of it "blank" as far as achievements went seeing as she'd only served a very basic job on her old Cruiser. Ceasing in her typing for a moment, Long-shot's optics flicked up to the right as she pondered whether or not to fill out a report regarding what actually happened. The internal debate was short, however, as she decided if anyone was interested then they'd formally question her. Although she did pause at that notion, remembering the fact a certain group of the name, "DJD" were rather infamous for being just a touch blood thirsty when it came to their questioning...
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 12, 2016 5:25:52 GMT
A Ground Bridge would open, and Brain End would step out of it, he looked around the room. It was unusually quiet, which seemed rather odd considering their were usually Decepticons discussing all kinds of plans . It must've meant everyone was busy for once, or offline either way it wasn't his problem..
Hmm, it's quiet, and there's hardly anyone around. Either everyone's busy, or they're all dead. Regardless I should probably get back to my post.
Shrugging, the mech would turn toward the door, and head toward the med-bay. He figured making himself useful was a good idea.
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Post by The Praetor on Sept 30, 2016 2:30:17 GMT
TideWave was new to the planet. After his first encounter in the Caribbean, all that he knew was; Megatron was missing, the main base was The Nemesis and the only other Decepticon he knew was kicked out from the decepticons. While information was free-flowing, the information he needed was relatively unknown to him. He wanted answers. Better yet, he wanted orders. TideWave Entered a Decepticon Communication wave, one that he hadn't used in decades. He didnt know if it would work.
"I have landed on ----- De--gn-tion: TideWave - Requesting access -------- The Nemesis. Uplo--ing Coord----es. -----------" Was the message the Nemesis would receive.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Oct 21, 2016 1:05:31 GMT
A GB opens in the DHC with the Dark Lord of the Decepticons coming through with a victorious gaze.
"Greetings my Decepticon brothers. The Earth city is now ours. The Decepticon Empire has begun!"
Death Wish said triumphantly. The announcement could be heard throughout the Nemesis.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Oct 21, 2016 4:41:04 GMT
After hearing Deathwish's announcement, Brain End would enter the Communication Centre. He looked slightly bored, and was hoping the news would bring about something more interesting. And, he also felt putting in his opinion on the matter would be a good idea.
I wouldn't get too excited yet boss, the Autobots could always come up with a battle plan to take it back. They tend to get upset when humans are effected negatively by Decepticon afairs.
Brain End was interested in hearing how Deathwish reacted to his statement, whether he touched a nerve or if the Warlord found humour in it, for the sake of relieving his boredom he flipped that coin.
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