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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 0:58:39 GMT
He smirked at hearing Omega's words.
I wont need to belive you, you only need to show me, and for everything I can remember that would be easy to you.
Suddenly a small beed would sound inside Splash's head, it was the signal of someone walking inside he medbay.
Sorry, I got an emergency. I'll leave some minutes, aparently in there is a patient in need.
Splash flew towards his exosuit cabine and uses he GB panel with the location of the medbay. He would use the GB he recently build to get an immediate access to the repair room. He begged inside his mind that the GB doens't show any malfuntion. He knows the possibilities of failure are almost non existent, it's just a bad experience he had with one of them a long time ago. Once the birdge turned to life, Splash used to and jumped trough it. Some seods later the GB will turn off.
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Post by arbiterromega on Aug 8, 2016 1:30:24 GMT
Omega nodded after seeing the urgencies of the matter at hand. He would be left to deal with his modifications more freely, not that the First Lieutenant would limit Omega, and would proceed at once.
There was enough equipment within the huge box the vehicons carried over to begin. Firstly, Omega began with the camouflage. He would adapt the exact colour of the ice and snow surrounding him in order to make the jammers blend in, no unwanted sight of them was allowed. Firstly, the Informer scanned the textires and shades in the snows colour to determine the precise blend if colour needed to suit the jammers. After a few seconds, a very pale but bluish blend arose to life and Omega saved it. He would create the necessary die later, thus was a very easy and unnecessary ( for the moment ) task but the exact colour was an immediate must. Omega swiftly moved onto the programming of the jammers that would prevent Earth satellite recognition. This was a more complex task, but would be accomplished. Omega knew the coding and general structure if the satellites. Thing is, general earth has a satellite system in geosynchronous orbit around Earth. Russia. Which we are present in, has its own satellites too which gave Omega more work and development needs.
Firstly, Omega used the Informer in his wrist to download both the jamming and detection coding of the Jammer - He would review where the codes are liable to hacking and tracking - These issues, must be gone. It will take some moments for this download to be done as the codes are very detailed as they currently stand...
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Post by Blackbolt on Aug 8, 2016 14:27:56 GMT
Flying over the project Blackbolt comms out to Dynamite "Anything interesting?" He scans the ground and fails to find Scaryfire. He drops to the ground and looks around for him, he spots Omega and says "Where is the first lieutenant?"
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Post by Cataclysm on Aug 8, 2016 18:08:08 GMT
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Post by arbiterromega on Aug 8, 2016 23:16:26 GMT
BlackboltOmega noticed the Decepticon that had just landed before him, a disturbance - He would look at him with a cold stare, nothing at all to worry about it was what Omega did, and began with his low pitched mechanical voice.''He had to leave at once, a Medical Call from the Nemesis' Medbay. I do apologise, but I would rather be left to concentrate upon my work without interruptions...''He would then look away from the Decepticon and look at the Informer which completed the Decepticon coding data. Now, Omega used a computer provided within the supplies to hack and download Earths satelitte coding. This proccess, again, would take time...
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Post by Shockwave on Aug 9, 2016 3:29:11 GMT
A comm frequency would transmit through the Decepticon-controlled perimeter location.
:: This is Shockwave, I will be arriving to overlook the construction project momentarily. ::
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Post by Kick-Start on Aug 9, 2016 12:43:01 GMT
:: *cough* Shockwave? Are you prepped with construction of the basic facilities at Yessey? :: Kick-Start asks her old teacher over the comm link, :: The Moscow preparations are made. They are not destroyed; rather, I have installed Cybertronian spyware to watch them and control messages sent from them. ::
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Post by Blackbolt on Aug 9, 2016 13:00:40 GMT
Blackbolt opens his mouth to speak but changes his mind and he looks around the construction site before using to comm to say to Dynamite "Should I check the ground from down here or keep flying?"
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Post by arbiterromega on Aug 9, 2016 19:05:52 GMT
After some time, Omega had downloaded all neccessary data and coding from a) Earth's satelittes and b) from the Jammers. Now, he was able to work on hackable sections of the Jammers which would need to be made non hackable. A fix, in all basic speech. Firstly, he looked at the faulty codes within the Decepticon Jammers - They were liable to hacking and contact. To overthrow this issue, Omega would look at the Informer. He went into his Omega Core section - The base had top Jammers, the ones Omega was in need of developing from these provided Jammers - And Omega now finds the coding from those very base Jammers which he will go on to apply.
''This is what I needed...''
After downlaoding that coding, Omega would use the equivalent of a sort of 'HDMI' cable here on Earth. He connected one device with another. First, his Informer and second the Jammer. He would also open up the programming board and core of the Jammers CPU. He was ready to begin the transfer of the developed code to the Jammer. This process would take time so Omega disconnected the Informer from his wrist and let it download freely.
This was a break, Omega could think for a while before an Officer arrived be that Lord Death Wish, The First Lieutenant again or Shockwave, Colonel, who was on his way...
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Aug 10, 2016 6:55:23 GMT
The cold tundras of Russia was not the type of field op the Cybertonian Bomber known as Titanna was expecting to have fun, but at least she was doing something. A large burst of speed shoot out from the turbines, cutting through the thick clouds as her sensors pick up on the designated location. Less a couple of miles and she will be directly above the place. Yet, for some reason, the place attempted to slowly hide itself. Cute.
Before the construction area could find itself alone from the outside world, the purple-black Decepticon phases through, transforms in mid-air, and slams down into the ground indiscriminately. As if the shock wasn't much of a waking call to the surrounding teammates, the bombastic femme loudly proclaims "YEAH, fashionably late to 'ta the party! Got ya 'air support' right here!"
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Post by Blackbolt on Aug 10, 2016 23:39:10 GMT
Clearing his throat Blackbolt turns to Titanna and frowns at her. "Two things, 1. I believe we have air support covered." He motions to himself and the vehicons around him. "2. Who are you exactly?"
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Post by arbiterromega on Aug 11, 2016 0:11:37 GMT
Omega briefly looked up at the noise the femme made, he was sitting down and continuining with his work only to be disturbed by such loud noises. He wasn't pleased, but remained silent - He kept his cool and carried on working.
The Jammers were complete, they were functional and modified to a fine amount. There was no chance that any Autobot signals would detect the facility now. Omega knew his engineering skills (As well as science) were an asset throughour his existence and now, by doing things like this, he aims to prove himself to regain high ranks BUT, that will take time. It does for everyone. No one becomes an Officer overnight.
Omega called over a group of Vehicons as they would transport various Jammers around the facility. Or, rather, the construction site of the facility. Once they were done placing the Jammers, Omega would well and truly activate them...
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Post by Shockwave on Aug 11, 2016 3:31:05 GMT
A large groundbridge would open in the region, having the purple scientist step out of it, followed by Starscream and a large cybertronian worm creature. The beast was his own pet, which he had called by the name of Driller and the supply of energon cubes he had ordered for it had already arrived. He felt it was unnecessary to punish it again, seeing as it must have known by now the consequences of trying to attack other Decepticons. Before he would make his way to the facility, Shockwave turned to face the seeker.
"Your services have been acknowledged, perhaps now would be the time to contact Death Wish and see what he desires from you."
With that, he crossed his arms behind his back, turning away as he slowly went inside of the facility. The colonel examined all of the working vehicons, many seemed to just stare at him in disbelieve as rumors had been spread about the infamous scientist having perished on Cybertron. He eventually made his way over to Omega's station, resting his lone center yellow optic on him. He was an individual he was familiar with, having had a few interactions with the other Decepticon in the past.
"Arbiter, I want a status report on the construction project. I was unable to attend Death Wish's meeting, however I was recently informed he wanted me to oversee the operation here."
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Aug 11, 2016 4:40:26 GMT
Clearing his throat Blackbolt turns to Titanna and frowns at her. "Two things, 1. I believe we have air support covered." He motions to himself and the vehicons around him. "2. Who are you exactly?" "Air support covered?!" Titanna jokingly exclaims as her optics follow the hand movements of the Inhuman Decepticon Blackbolt, the crooked smirk on her face place growing with every sight. Returning back Blackbolt's full chassis, the teen solider slightly lowers her posture to (attempt at) matching her teammates optics. "Let get somethin' straight here, mech: The Autobytes are pathetic scrapheaps, but your little 'cabal' ain't worth rust scrap of their time fight through! Seriously you're, like, half my size and probably less the weapon skill as mine! Scrappin' vehicons are worst, get the frag out of here with that safety pillow! " In the meantime, Titanna's audio receptors had picked up upon the sounds of a groundbridge, but originally ignored its calling. Yet, the portal decided to call again in the form of the well-renowned scientist of Cybertron, Shockwave, per usual in a monotone voice.
"Your services have been acknowledged, perhaps now would be the time to contact Death Wish and see what he desires from you." Titanna's optics lethargically glimpse towards Shockwave's direction (there were some other odd things beside him, like a mech and a giant worm) before returning back Blackbolt. She had heard some stuff about Shockwave before, but not enough to really care. Feelings seemed neutral. "You guys must have too much data in the processors, 'cause you're all kind of sloooooow! I wouldn't be in this dump if I wasn't assigned by the big guy in the first place! Besides, I'm just lookin' for something to do, especially if it involves blowing scrap up! Maybe a little molding here and there, you know, the usual!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 9:19:51 GMT
Starscream followed Shockwave out of the portal, making regular checks on the Driller. He didn't trust the beast was fully under Shockwave's command. The mech looked at Shockwave as he was being addressed by the scientist. He nodded. He raised his digit to his audio receptor sending a comm to Deathwish. He looked at Titanna and raised an optic ridge at the femme as he waited for Deathwish to reply. "He was talking to me."Starscream said with a tone that he used often to assurt his superiority over others. The tone was mainly used for Thundercracker and Skywarp. :: Lord Death Wish. This is Starscream. I am currently in the continent of Russia. Is there anywhere else you would rather have me in. ::
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 17:18:28 GMT
The cyberworm would appear beside its master side and crawls in circles around him before to smell those energon cubes he had ready for its jaws. The beast raised its head to smell the icy envyroment. Before to get them, it started to smell something wrong in the envyroment, something that the rest of the cybertronains wont detect at all,. It was energon, of course, but aparently is has suffered an alteration, making it smell disgusting, What was that, an explotion, venom on the energon, the beast can't say what is that given its low level of intelect, but in there is something he can do, continue smelling, investigating. Driller detected the smell of the other soldiers too, but in there wasnt something of interest. Stil, the smel of the exploided energon continues taking its attention. Close from the smell origin, in there was something mosre disgustin that the consumend energon, it is a smell it hasn't smelt in it's live. Driller has eating corpses that stinks worst than its breath, but that is something really disgusting. It started to growl in an angry mode at the direction of the destroyed wareouse. To the rest of cybertronian, they might think Driller just detected something to eat, or even if he is trying to attack another soldier, but Driller just is trying to warning is master about the smell of a possible intruder, possibly the end.
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Post by arbiterromega on Aug 11, 2016 18:38:00 GMT
Shockwave Omega arose from his place, his work now complete. He turned to the Colonel and began - ''Colonel Shockwave, I was tasked specifically by the First Lieutenant to oversee the construction of Jammers here. No more. I'm afraid I don't know a great deal, we stand in the same situation. I know that this will be an important facility hence why I payed great attention to the work on Jammers. Detection is our greatest enemy. I'll add that the First Lieutenant put great pressure on the Vehicons working on the construction here, a fine sign that work is at pace. I will certainly manage whatever task I am given next with full authority if that is what Command wants. If I could be of service somehow now that my work on the Jammers is done?''He would have no emotion on his face, Omega. His faceplate was silent, no emotions as mentioned. His red optics had a great shine and glare to them as Omega concentrated on the ever so slightly shorter mech.
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Post by Shockwave on Aug 12, 2016 3:59:37 GMT
Shockwave's audio receptors twitched at the nearby noise. He had immediately become concerned from the loud snarls that had come from his pet. These growls were not ordinary, he had trained the creature countless years on how to detect enemies by their scent and also left it exposed to as many Decepticons so it would not be confused on who to consider a threat. He had valued a lot of trust in his pet's instinct, for this to be an error was highly unlikely. He was rather disappointed. Had Death Wish failed to secure and create proper security measures within the facility region? There shouldn't be an unwanted presence roaming the area without it being detected first.
"Affirmative, though perhaps now would be an adequate time to check all security perimeters. I had brought my pet for safeguard on this facility and it appears to have already detected something that should not be here."
The scientist briefly inspected Omega's work on the computer station on Jammers, before he left and made his way back to Driller. He shifted his helm up, gazing at the beast to see what was wrong and if it would guide him to the disturbance it felt.
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Post by Cataclysm on Aug 12, 2016 14:55:29 GMT
The shimmer of something sat on high at the top of the central warehouse, the cloaked being crouched down with a clawed servo lightly grasping the edge of the sheet metal roof. It's black optics flicked about in their sockets as the owner looked over the compound, inspecting the newly arrived forces. Two mechs and a beast, one clearly it's Master. Observing as the current commander strode over, the three exchanged words before getting interrupted by another new comer, female this time. Due to it's position, The End's lip-reading skill wouldn't be much of an asset, as the Empurata lacked such features whilst the commander had his back turned. Turning it's gaze to the seeker, those black orbs tightened up, focusing on his pale lips with telescopic vision....
Allowing a slight shake of the helm, Cataclysm ceased its efforts: Utterly useless... It thought with an air of distain rolling off its jagged features. A series of primitive snarls and growls entered its audials, causing the creature to lazily roll its gaze onto the small Driller beast. It seemed this one was unlike the larger of it's kind Cataclysm had fought, using smells rather than ground vibrations to locate it's prey, annoying. Watching as it's Master turned his attention towards it, the Tarnished Soldier wondered how long it would take for the Empurata to unleash it; send his little pet off to hunt down the intruder... Deciding to stop this from happening, Cataclysm stood up slowly before diving off the edge of the warehouse.
With arms outstretched, The End shifted forms with another shimmer of its cloaking device working on overdrive, and engaged its black engines with a silenced roar. Pulling up with ease, the sleek aircraft shot over towards the Cloaking Tower, clearing the rather barren distance in but a few moments. With a sharp boost of thrust, the creature transformed once more and used its momentum to soar up the side of the tower. Getting around 200ft into the air, Cataclysm's outstretched servo silently grasped a small lip of metal and placed it's pedals against the side of the building, hanging there with a free claw loosely held at it's side. If the Master still intended to release his beast, then it would have to climb up the Tower in order to get its prey.
Drillers weren't known for being careful climbers....
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Post by Scatter on Aug 12, 2016 19:16:35 GMT
A grey and white jet coursed through the darkened sky - its colouring indicative it as a jet of the nation it was currently in. The more muted colour scheme camouflaged it against human eyes, but to a Cybertronian like Scatter he'd have seen himself coming miles away. In the far distance he could see the faint light of civilization, the only one in the wilderness he had encountered. Nearer to his location, he saw a conglomeration of metallic figures. A number of boxes (some glowing with the blue hue of energon) were scattered around them in the tundra. He attempted to scout the situation from afar, scanning each figure closely... only to be met with a garbled set of illegible readings.
"W-what? I thought my systems had managed to fully repair themselves during t-the exodus."
The weapons specialist was given two options - avoid the group if possible, or take a closer look. He decided to go for the latter. He was wondering why all these bots were standing around in the open for no discernable reason. Descending slowly, Scatter attempted to mask his approach as best as possible, transforming a few feet close to the ground and using the momentum to slide carefully towards the group. Once he had slowed down he crept towards a large crate and his himself behind it. Peering out, he saw a sight he hadn't expected - Shockwave. And a Driller.
"Scrap." He muttered.
Realizing he had just crept up on a bunch of Cons, he darted back behind the crate. The slashed Decepticon symbol on his wings betrayed his status as a traitor and intruder. He whimpered. Primus help him, he was going to get killed.
(OOC: Scatter, unlike The End above me, is not cloaked nor formally trained in espionage. It's quite probable that some, if not all the characters noticed him at some point as he got close.)
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