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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 21, 2016 8:15:15 GMT
It happened at night after the first of the two days of the Airshow organised nearby. During the day there had been plenty of displays of prowess of the pilots and their planes. There were under 300 of flight able machines of different body types, shapes, designs and country of origin.
The older planes were placed alongside the new and improved versions. A big and bulky Douglas DC-6B would have a chance to take to the skies just as well as a swift and lean F-16. There were groups of planes flying in dangerous, tight formations, pairs, solos, all a part of the program, and each a little different. A couple let out some smoke, forming a heart in the sky. Others flew together leaving behind the colours of their own country's flag. A Chance Vought F4U-4 Corsair was pitted against an Alpha Jet and that against a North American B-25J Mitchell and that all at the same time against a rather unusually looking Lockheed P-38L Lightning. There was a rather fine solo display of a Mig-29, flying solo as it raced through the sky. There were helicopters present as well, performing what was hardly believed of them to be able to do. Some were small and commercial like, others big, bad and quite military. There was even a ground display for all those who wished to see the machines up close.
When night came and the displays were finally over, the area barred off for the next day, another rather unexpected event would take place. It was the month that the orionid meteors were to be seen in the sky. Different nights were to be good to spotting one or two, while the 21st was said to be the night when they'd have been most numerous. While the day had been quite promising weather wise, it was at night that rains moved in. This disappointed many a person who might have wanted to watch the streaks of light zoom across the sky through the night.
The thick clouds however in part helped that the arrival of the pod, hurling from space, was not as much of a spectacle as it could have been. It crashed in the hills away from the hangars and the airport, pulverising some of the trees that stood in its way. It continued its path of descend, when it reached a cliff, and finally came to rest in a rather deep hole it had made itself. It had managed to slow its descent some, before reaching the ground and that might have been fortunate for the cargo it contained. Even as it was coming down, the area was scanned along with the planes waiting for the next day.
A thunder could be heard further North, a deep rumble that echoed the destructive path the pod had taken. A lightning lit the skies. A little later there was another, more distant thunder to be heard. The rain still came down hard, putting out any a fire that might have attempted to start. Mist surrounded the pod, the difference in temperature causing for steam to rise. It took a while longer before, with a hiss, the pod doors began to move. They stalled after a moment, the mechanism damaged. They slid closed only for the second attempt to take place. The result was quite similar. The sliding hatch was jammed.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 9:43:17 GMT
Several megakliks after the stasis pod crashed, a ground bridge opened up somewhere just fifty kliks from Zeltweg, and out stepped a black seeker with flaming armor and blue streaks on his flame emblazoned wings.
Well, it looks like the pod crashed here, it is emitting a distress beacon, indicating that there maybe a malfunction, I do hope he or she is ok.
Novaflame flew as close as he could to the beacons location, then had to land and stealthily make his way to the stasis pod. Once he arrived at the site, he wasted no time in running a diagnostic scan on the pod and the occupent within, hoping that they were not offline for good.
Well, according to these readings, the occupant is still alive, but the pod hatch is stuck, it would appear that I have to manually open it after waking him or her up.
Novaflame punched in a few codes to initiate the wake up sequence, than gave the jammed hatch every ounce of strength that he had to pry the thing open. After a few good tugs, it finally gave way and the occupant was free, he was elated to find another seeker on this world. He noticed that this seeker was a Decepticon, He only hoped this seeker would not reject him for being neutral and not a Decepticon, because while he enjoyed the beauty of this world, he did miss having another seeker around.
Oh my! a fellow seeker, hey, it is ok now, your safe, I care not if you are a Decepticon or not, I am merely just a wayward neutral, and I mean you no harm as long as you don't harm me.
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 21, 2016 10:35:50 GMT
All systems were online and functional. The Energon suply, bordering on low, but not anywhere close to critical. Damage? Most of it was sustained by the pod itself. The pod's mechanism, that secured the bot within, had done its job. If there were any scrapes, there weren't worth much attention.
The bot stirred while the hatch was still being forced open. His optics flickered into focus,its yellow-orange glow the only thing visible in the dark interior. A slight shift relieved some of the strain on one of his stabilizers. The pod was not well suited for a seeker but it had saved him the energy, and offered the exterior protection, that he otherwise would not have had.
Was the planet hostile? That wasn't confirmed yet but he would treat it as such, just as soon as he was able to get out. What he became aware of rather soon, was that there was something or somebody outside trying to get in. He made a move - a cramped interior, things in the way, wings taking far too much space and then there was something else that stopped him from moving any further. It didn't take more than a moment to realise - rather irritably - what it was. The mechanism still remained fast on the Decepticon. The mechanism was forced into release.
It was almost at the same time that the pod was forced open. A cascade of rain was what the bot experienced first, the wet droplets striking against his helm, front and the arm that came to be extended towards the alleged danger first. Both barrels, of the blaster and the rifle, were trained on Nova.
"Who are you?" He snarled, an attempt at intimidation, although the arm was lowered a notch, when the other introduced himself as a wayward Neutral. "..Not an Autobot?" His voice was filled with suspicion. His optics were trained on Nova, recognising him instantly as a Seeker - not a lie there then. But, neutral?
"What's your purpose?" He looked past the Neutral bot. Without warning his form flickered out of view, leaving Nova with nothing but an empty pod to observe. WingOver wanted to see if there were other bots with him, ones that had sent him to instil false sense of safety in the Decepticon.
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 21, 2016 11:03:56 GMT
The crisp cold air would have to yet again be, met with another incoming force. A distance bright orange flare-ish light would make its way in the far-far distance. Too bright to not be another pod coming in. This one was like any other. Nothing dignified, nor scrap riddled. Just a pod. Well a pod with a bit of a roomy touch on the inside. The occupant was well under stasis but, that was handled beforehand as the pod was rigged with sensors and, a self aware system simply for that circumstance. A somewhat self steering pod. You'd have to be really wary of not wanting to crash land in a hazardous zone to want one of those. Which is why the occupant as soon as he even entered the shift before it managed to take off started modifying a pod that would only answer to a few select signatures. Nothing, fancy though as during that time it was very hectic anyway.
After much later the pod would have gotten much closer to the landing perimeter of the first one. The area already scanned to stay clear of anything around it that could be effected. The engine servos would, have adjusted themselves to steer the pod a bit farther than the first pods frequency so hopefully it would not effect any search crews or anything of that nature. Simple precautions. However not everything is perfect of course as time was still a factor as said. The pod would unexpectedly peg the side of a mountain top which even with the mass, speed, and angle it had would still be knocked off course to the right at a straighter angle. Massive dust clouds, and dirt flying everywhere now as the locals will wonder what gave the mountain a haircut in the morning. Hopefully the life forces here aren't too nature worship-like.
Regardless the pod would land in a thunderous and deep shudder. A shimmer of light screaming by as the pod would have to slightly dig itself in and screech to a halt instead of just making a crater. The trees pushed to a tilt from the force that clotheslines them. A line of charred ground and, lingering flames laid behind marking the trail of the landing. An EMP was sent out for miles on end though. The Pod had landed only 450 or so meters away but, at the forced angle it took it would be a bit longer of a walk to get to it. The EMP was of low frequency. Mainly used to ensure anything that received it would get one of three things.
General electronics would only be left with an odd flicker but, untraceable to a power outage. The land that the EMP traced would be scanned for a background check of its nature resources and, any life that was around. As for cybertronian effects the possibilities very tame. A source code would be sent and only those of Current-Pre-or Post Decepticon signature would hopefully understand it as the source code was of a fixed Decepticon Language. That is...if they chose to accept the signature anyway.
Pod Number: TEP7-3 (Trypticon Evac-Pod, 7-3 as in: Pod 7, Row 3) Pod Condition: Salvageable Occupants: One World of Landing: Earth Known Planet?: Only from old catalogs. Galaxy?: Known to be: The Milky Way Mission: Land, Scan, Rendezvous Type: Stealth Administered Source Code: -Not Applicable- Status: Terminating Frequency.....Now.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 11:04:38 GMT
Novaflame took a few steps back, hands up in a non threatening gesture, and making soothing noises to try and calm the aggitated seeker down.
I am Novaflame of the now decimated Flames of Glory trine from Vos, if you had heard of us, my brothers Plasmafire and Scorched Skies fell bravely fighting for the honor of our trine and our city. I am also known as the Vosnian Flame.
Novaflame nodded his head, confirming that he is not an Autobot.
No, not an Autobot, I hold no malice towards its civilians, but I have heard rumors of corruption in the higher ranks and in their senate, which is why I chose not to join them, I decided against being a Decepticon, because while I do greatly appreciate the reasoning behind their motives, I do not agree with the methods, hence the reason why I am a neutral, I believe all have a right to exist, you, me, the the Autobots and the Decepticons, Cybertronian, organic and everything else inbetween, the universe is a large, diverse place, and diversity is what makes life worth living. We all deserve equal rights, and that is why I chose to be neutral, that way I am not forced to choose which friends live and which friends die.
WingOver asked what his purpose was, then suddenly disappeared, leaving Novaflame to look around confused before locating him.
Be at ease my fellow seeker, I am alone, no one is here to hurt you, I detected a cybertronian signal and was here to investigate and possibly rescue anyone who might have needed assistance. I assure you, my intentions are true, I hold no malice towards you so long as you do not harm me for no reason. I only wanted to help you, especially when your hatch was clearly partially jammed shut, you had no way of getting out of your own pod, now lets go, I can get you out of here, you are welcome to stay at my place, I have a nice camp set up in a prime location, and I can bridge you over to it, my ship is equipped for that after all, and I have a remote land bridge controller. Its got everything we need, my ships been shot down by a rogue decepticon, and by sheer chance, managed to ram it prow first into a cave rich in energon. I felt as though Primus himself had gently guided my ship and shoved it in there.
Novastorm offered his servo in friendship, Will WingOver accept it, or will he decline it?
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 21, 2016 11:46:45 GMT
The seeker made no indication on whether he recognised the name or not. Nor had he made a commentary on the belief the bot had about Autobots and Decepticons. It wasn't time for that yet. When he could confirm without doubt that the Neutral was indeed one and not someone pretending to be as such, well maybe then. For the moment there were a few pressing matters he had to address first. One made itself clearer when, upon moving forward to get out, the chameoleon image, that should have kept him 'invisible' lagged, then flickered.
It took a few more twists and pulls before the Seeker succeeded in coming completely free of the pod and whereupon the system that should have concealed him was shut down again. While the reason was not his willingness to shut it down, he made it appear so. His rifle and blaster was still trained on the other bot. He was about to answer to the invitation when something made him pause. That something he could see descending from the sky. His optics focused on the shape of the mechanical body as his visor slid in place. Distance, speed, point of impact were being calculated and measured as the pod continued on its trajectory.
He glanced briefly at Nova, before his focus was again on the pod. The point of landing was recalculated when the pod nicked a mountain's top in its path. Focus again briefly on the taller Seeker. His Audials picked up on the noise - not that one needed very sensitive ones to aknowledge its existence. It wasn't nature making its presence known with a roar of thunder, but perhaps it could be considered close enough.
The code was well received when it could be recognised as that of a Decepticon, rather than the enemy.
"...You've given assistance." His attention was turned towards the Seeker.
"And you will assist again, as I do not trust you yet to let you remain here unattended." Hi smile was pleasant, perhaps a little bit too much so. "You would want to help the poor spark who we've just seen come down, as well, wouldn't you?"
He did not take the servo offered earlier, but at the very least his weapons were lowered. They were ready to be lifted again, should Nova refuse. Threatening wasn't a thing he would forgo, if it got him a pair of servos to use.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 12:21:39 GMT
Nova's wings lowered with unease, he realized this Seeker had severe trust issues, he made it his missive to help this one no matter what it took to show him he could be trusted.
Be at ease, I am no Autobot. Nor have I lied about anything, you can trust me. If you want me to come with you, you should know that I will do so, but I will also not hesitate to defend myself if I need to, so do not think for one second that I haven't noticed that you still have your gun at the ready, ready to try and shoot me if you so choose to. So let us take our leave, if this is a hostile, I will make an honest effort to aid you, even if its an Autobot, if it is a friend of mine, I will not offline him, I will offer cover fire while getting you out of here, if it is a Decepticon, then I will allow him to assist you, and if the Decepticon decides to attack me, then I will be left with very little choice but to defend myself. Do I make my intentions clear here? Nova stated.
Novaflame did not wish to have any conflict here, but he made it clear that any attempt to hurt him will result in retaliation, and made it clear what his true, honest, sparkfelt intentions truly were.
Now let us take our leave here, we have that other pod to investigate, we must check to see what this newcomer's intent is with us.
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 21, 2016 13:20:57 GMT
Auditory Systems...Online. Now that he had landed, Hexcode was walking up for the most part. His systems making a recovery. The cargo on the inside of the pod had been kept safe which, the only really valuable cargo was the Mech himself. Well at least valuable in the sense he appreciates not being in a hill of pieces. Visionary Systems...Online... The world around him would start to slowly fade after his optics, outlined everything and, then buzzed into its full use. He could see clearly, nothing knocked out. He'd hate to have to waste his time getting fixed.
Hexcode looked around for a moment. The pod looked to have landed okay so far. He was definitely alright as well. Energon at a subtle level of efficiency. Annoying but, good to know. He'd calmly place his left servos on the shock absorbed harness and, undo its lock mechanism. From there it made a short whistle before the compressed air was released and, it slowly swung upward letting Hexcode finally stand up. The pod was occupied by an array of supplies. He remembers putting them there...The memory one he'd have to hold on to later. He was still on an assignment in which he rather not falter in. So he lumbered over with a sigh before checking on the data logs. The EMP worked just fine, giving Hexcode a good sum of starting points for his research. It also picked up some signatures do a bit East was it?
He'd have to figure it out. With that information Hexcode activated his Tech Wheel tool in which was built into his arm as the screen cam up in a holographic form. He checked its systems as well encase he might have had to repair it or, simply replace this arm with a new one already equipped with a Tech Wheel. After that check, Hexcode would tend to his supplies...
He'd activate his video recorder and, look into the screen provided. This was a closed channel. Nothing to be sent yet, only a simple transmission to be broadcast later.
"I landed, on the Planet in which the pods were directed. A couple of signatures near the area. Should be Decepticon though. I will work out the details soon enough.For now I will restock and, then head out. My mission will be on effect till then..." He'd record then close it in his catalog.
Ammo, weapons, tools, unfinished ideas with luck obtaining a few blueprint documentary. Now hat he was all set, Hexcode tapped into the pod doors then, and maintained for a few years he would switch to his weapon systems to make sure they were all working properly. Afterwards e would have the doors be opened. His optic shimmering in the ghostly blackness before a conversion of parts would echo in the pod before one of his A.T.R.D drones would come into play. "Should have this scout the area, and bring me any good information. I shall rethink later enough if need be." He'd mutter out loud. The drone would crawl out on the rich soil for a moment changing into a hover drone mode. Then without warning switched its form to jet/plane made as Hexcode looked around not too far but, around. Now that drone had flown off for the time being, leaving with its bright shining flashlight as it did so. Hexcode for one...would remain rather calm do far. He'd look over to the signature direction before, he opted to wait.
Odds are they would come find him. So Hexcode, would step back into the pod with the doors open. Not before activating his Tech Wheel again and leaving at least four A.T.A.Ds drones out on watch. Two Hover, Two Ground. The hover drones would make a short circle above the pod while, the ground ones followed suit on...well the ground. If they spotted an intrusion within the 20 meter circumference patrol that was made they would alert Hexcode with an auditory blerp and, point their laser pointed guns in that direction, ready to defend their maker if assigned to. They would follow and watch anything that came near the pod, weapons drawn but not firing recklessly.
Hexcode taking it upon himself to look through more logs from the scan on the mini computer and map he added into the pod. His back would be turned to the door as he looked through some things, and when looking inside the pod would look relatively normal except a few computers and, unfinished gadgets tucked away in a few boxes.
ABILITIES USED: Tech Wheel Supplementary Ability- Drone Spawning
Drones Used: 5 out of 10 1 A.T.R.D (All. Terrain. Recon. Drone) -Off to find a liquid supply for research. 4 A.T.A.Ds (All. Terrain. Assault. Drone) -Patrolling the perimeter of Hexcode's Pod. 3 Drones in Aerial Form 2 Drones in Ground Form
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 21, 2016 15:00:37 GMT
WingOver may have known that the data he had received belonged to a Decepticon. He may have even initiated a quick scan in the direction of the fallen pod to confirm and compare, but he did not intend to share that knowledge with the Neutral companion.
"You will have to forgive me.." Although the tone of his voice betrayed that he did not feel at all apologetic:" If I remain sceptical of your motives." The other bot had not lied about coming alone at least but allowing a false sense of security to set in, and dropping one's guard down could indeed end up with a blast to the aft.
There was only the signature of the recently fallen and, according to the temporary scan, the bot was in motion. Not only that though. First one, much weaker signature appeared on the radar, followed by four more popping up. "Well.. We'll test your promises soon, won't we?" He added, his visor sliding up to reveal his optics once more.
"You clearly believe that we are the sort of shoot first, ask questions type of bots.." Even as he said that he was well aware how, yes, many of them were. "Be smart and don't tell them you support the Autobots and you might be spared, ... if it is a Decepticon, of course."
With that said he began in the direction of the fallen pod. The path was hardly fit for a 36 or 38 feet tall bot, and as tempted as he was to take to the air, the current level of energon suggested he save it until he was certain of easily obtaining more. A few trees had to come down to accomodate the slightly shorter bot passing. After perhaps a few meters though, WingOver stopped and smiled. "Oh, right. You first."
He indicated the location, giving the exact coordinates - if they were at all needed - to the other bot and then waited for him to be the one to take the lead. It wasn't far. "...Might need to warn you. Don't point your weapons when you come in range." It was said with a bit of amusement in his tone.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 15:21:18 GMT
Novaflame suddenly found himself being taken hostage, his wings drooped completely, he began to wonder what had he gotten himself into. You needn't worry, as long as you do not cause me harm, you do not need to worry about me pulling my weapon on you, I will even leave my weapons here in your pod, provided you promise to allow me to retrieve them afterwards, were I truly going to backstab you, I would not have suggested this, I put my spark entirely in your hands, if I can trust you not to shoot me, then you can trust me not to shoot back. Novaflame begins removing his weapons, and placing them in WingOvers pod. He knew the risks, but he was willing to sacrifice his own safety as a show of good will, he would even save him if need be.
I will not make any mention of any friends that the newcomer might find offensive, do not worry, I wasn't sparked yesterday, I am no fool. All I ask is that you at least offer me protection should he turn on me for no reason, after all, I am disarmed in a show of good will, that way I cannot point any weapon your way.
He even handed Wing a pair of stasis cuffs. here, place these on me to further ensure that I am being honest, I will not hurt you, I will not be able to hurt you, no matter what, I place all my trust into you, it is up to you to decide of my trust was well placed or not.
He was feeling vulnerable and alone, he was now in potentially hostile hands by his own violation. Nova however saw potential for friendship with this particular seeker, and only wanted Wing to know that he only wanted to befriend him, he missed having one of his own around, and he only wanted companionship. Nova moved up front to allow WingOver to bind his servos with the stasis cuffs in a test of trust.
Wing? if I prove that you can trust me, then will you come with me to my ship? that is all I ask of you, is that you allow me to prove to you, I have disarmed myself and placed myself completely at your mercy as a means allowing you to test me, I will not fail you, all I ask is that you do not fail me, trust goes both ways, I am sure you know that.
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 21, 2016 16:01:06 GMT
It was an interesting albeit unexpected turn of events. The bot that came to tear his pod open may have a little foolishly trusted the somewhat shorter Decepticon with his life by laying all of his weapons before him willingly. Still, WingOver could not claim he was entirely displeased with that. While the armament was laid into the pod before him, he was given all the information needed on what the other bot carried on him without ever using violence or intimidation. Had he been a groundie, he might have taken this a step further, abusing the power that was bestowed on him so perfectly, but it was a Seeker. A seeker meant different rules, different conditions.
"I will not inquire why you carry those with you." He indicated the statis cuffs. "But I see no reason to have them implemented." He withdrew his servos from the cuffs as if to indicate that he had little to no intention of taking them.
Perhaps it was better to obtain the trust of this bot. He did mention a ship with which he crashed and perhaps there was Energon to be had there. If he did not act on impulse and want to dominate the taller Seeker with force. "It's WingOver." He corrected the other. "..Take one of those guns back. You'll walk in front of me. If by the end of this night I have no reason to doubt you, you may return for the rest." He glanced back at the pod. He did not want someone to come in the time that they were away to meet with the Decepticon whose signal he caught, and take what was not theirs.
Once and or if the other Seeker took his chosen weapon back, he would force the hatch to close, typing in the command to have it lock. It was questionable how well the damaged mechanism would work, but it at least made things a little challenging. "...Now, we go."
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 16:20:56 GMT
A smile crept across Nova's face as he realized he had just made that first breakthrough, he now trusted him that he would decline the Stasis cuffs, and allowed him to have a weapon on hand should he require it. he takes the weapon with him and leads the way, happy that he made progress much faster than he had expected to.
you are most kind, and wise in trusting me, you stay with me as it is clear all you have is an ill fitting stasis pod for shelter, and I highly doubt you wanna attempt to make a shelter of that, I only broke into your pod simply to free you, the door was jammed, I only acted out of kindness, when I found you were a seeker, I was overjoyed, you are the first seeker I had seen since I had left Cybertron, I am very sorry for putting you on edge like that.
Nova, now armed and remaining unbound, had taken the point position in their trek to the second pod.
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 21, 2016 17:22:19 GMT
"Hmmm, The air is not toxic in this region." Hexcode would say shortly. His ominous eyes, gazing at the information in front of him. This place needed indefinite research in order to make an accurate guess of what he might be able to salvage and build. He would also need to find a chemist, maybe a botanist even. He eyed the data scan suspiciously for a moment. Overall Earth shows to be high in liquids. Is this a possible energon depot? Maybe conversable resources? He would like to set up a perimeter scan for that.
Hexcode's personal energon capsules were in vary short quantity. He only has a few spareable ones. For the time being he watched the drone he sent earlier. It was pinging him of anything that might be of use. Vehicles...planes? So there are vehicles here? No signatures that had anything on it so they were dead maybe? No...they weren't Cybertronian. Something made these...living creatures? Intriguing. The drones would scan those vehicles and, send the information on their names, place of origin. A background check showed the history of such vehicles...Wright Brothers? What kind of...didn't look insecticon...a bit more searching and he would, find the name. "Human beings...the dominant race on this...Earth...hmm." Hexcode waa curious about it, but he couldn't get much on his current terminal in use. Hopefully there are even more Decepticons other than the ones he found. And hopefully...no Autobots will show up to hinder him...
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 21, 2016 17:41:59 GMT
"How long have you been on this planet?" WingOver spoke, while diligently following the other bot. They were getting nearer. He hadn't yet bothered to really take a good look at where the pod landed him other than it consisted of organic matter, and a lot of it. There were the immobile organics, such as the trees that they were wading through and past. The grass in the meadow also organic. He caught movement with the corner of his optic. The animal must have been out on a hunt, its wing flapping rather silent. A night organic that flew, was tiny, had strangely formed wings that moved quite unlike any of the bots. The structure was not made of small-scale stiff panelling but something that looked to be even further sliced to form the flight capable design. The animal made a noise, a hoot, and after a few further flaps seemed to glide in the opposite direction. Its armament was in the form of clawed digits and a hooked, stiff dermas, but that was proportionally far smaller.
His focus returned on the path that they were taking. He made another preliminary scan of the area in front of them. The pod was only a short distance further off to the left of them. The four signatures were still present as was the much larger Fifth one. The Decepticon would be there.
When the view opened up on the pod his optics searched the ground for the tiny signatures he had mapped out earlier.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 17:57:28 GMT
Nova leads WingOver in the general direction of the pod when Wing asks him a question. I am not sure how long, but I had been here long before the autobots got here, if that answers anything for you. Novaflame says, he felt safer now, he was admittedly scared when he realized he would have to allow WingOver to take him hostage and surrender completely to him in all hope of earning his trust.
You know, I will admit, I was very scared you were going to cause some degree of harm to me, I am glad that you are at least giving me a chance to prove I meant you no harm at all.
Nova looks back and flashes Wing a gentle smile, showing he truly is a kind soul who wouldn't harm Wing unless Wing brings it onto himself.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 21, 2016 20:54:58 GMT
A far bit away, there was nothing but trees, wildlife and undisturbed nature. It had been just like that for hundreds of years. That was until now. A bright green portal appeared on the edge of the forest, illuminating the area in a green glow as wildlife escaped the light. It just existed there for a short while, almost as if it had no purpose whatsoever. But surely it had a purpose, everything had a purpose, right? That was correct, after about a minute, something came through the portal. Something that was big and green. The glow form the groundbridge made it look ever greener, although that illusion would soon pass away. It was a large tank looking vehicle but with a number of different parts and pieces. To start off, it had three tank cannons, one smaller and two larger on the sides of it. Sticking out from the back of the turret, there is a 50mm minigun with eight rotating barrels. On top of the turret, two tesla coils were mounted towards the sides, electrical currents going through them, creating small crackles. A dual 30mm machinegun was mounted on the top of it, acting like an AA cannon of sorts. On the sides of the chassis, four pulse cannons on either side, stcking out from just above the treads. The treads themselves were smikes as to allow the tank to drive though very slippery terrain.
The tank began to drive further and further out from the portal until it was completely out. The portal then closed behind it as it drove out of the woods. The terrain did nothing to stop it, and the night made it easier to blend in. The shadows covered its approach as it slowly made its way forwards, up a slight cliff that was in its way. This went incredibly slow, maybe only in 10km/h. If anyone saw it, they would just think it was a military prop of some kind. Well, it wasn't. This was a being in its own, and it was on the hunt for something, something special. It had deteted energon signals and now made its way towards those things. Two of them sent out decepticon signals, but one sent out... nothing. A neutral. This was getting more and more interesting. Just in case, the tank sent off a comm signal back to some bots he knew he could trust to help in tight situations, a condition that could very well happen in a few minutes.
:: Hey, Blackjack. Can you do me a favor? Arrive at my location, ASAP. Thank you. ::
The tank did not stop driving though, as it sent its message while scanning for new energon signals. None were found but it kept its sensors on high alert. The sound of a rock breaking in two under the weight of a track echoed but hopefully wasn't enough to draw attention to the slightly rounded tank. It was built with as much protection as possible, with round corners as to provide as much chance of eventual ricochets as possible. THe headlights were off, as this was a populated area. If it lighted up too much ground, maybe people would get suspicious and investigate. The less involvement before it found its targets, the better its chances to reduce the amount of energon lost would be.
It drew nearer and nearer as time passed, making it known it wasn't letting itself get stopped. If a tree were between it and its way it got run over, nothing to do about it. It was maybe 2km away now, and the distance got reduced for every second. The question now was when they would notice it. The wepons were getting ready, but not firing as it didn't want to start anything unecessary. Not yet at least. The engine roared now as it began to accelerate. What would happen next? That was hidden in the shadows....
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 21, 2016 21:55:26 GMT
Nova felt his sensors going off, he sensed an autobot signature. Um Wing, there's some bots heading our way, we are not alone anymore, I really do not wish to get on their bad side, but I do not want on your bad side either, what do I do? Novaflame asked, he was worried, he did not want to disrupt the delicate balance of everything, he wanted to restore the already disrupted balance.
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Hexcode
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 21, 2016 23:24:40 GMT
Hexcode, would be in the middle of his brainstorming session, when the two signature from earlier were getting closer. He was paying attention. It was in the back of his mind though as he was more focused on learning about, these...humans. What exactly it is that spites them to make all of this stuff. Not that they were any different from some of the Cybertronian technology out there, but some items did seem to resemble more than others. Way too odd to let it slide. "I'm definitely going to have to work on this." He'd mutter t himself in a deep gloomy voice.
Hexcode was well, equipped to sense a lot of sources from farther than most would realize. However he was still running on a lower tank. The energon he had stored away in his pod, was to help mitigate that issue, and anyone else who he deems may need it as well. Its one of the reasons he had his drones locking down the place. His mission was very much so and active one as the drone had moved sectors or two still looking. Someways away from its spawn point. However Hexcode, would shut off the terminal, but nor before saving the files into his Tech Wheel's database. With no base that he knew of he wouldn't be able to ship it out, so he'd have to keep it on him for a while.
Once in view, the two ground drones would ping the alert first stopping and, pointing their turrets at the two. Dual mini-miniguns drawn in case. The other hovering ones would easily get the pings but, they were not to act just yet. They were working on a wider band signal in case that wasn't it. One ground drone would, roll a bit forwards on its little treads as it would scan the two...both of seeker origin. It would make a low, hum and, then with one high pitched buzz it would give an all clear signal between the other three as it would leave them alone and, return to its post to patrol the pod. Hexcode, would casually loom out of his little lion's den his, orange eyes shining through the night as he looked at the two.
Only his head, neck, and half of his chest would be visible before he'd speak in his same deep gloomy voice. "Took you two long enough. I was getting lonely." He would cold joke as he squinted at them both. Nova a bit more than WingOver. Simply because he felt off by him. But he wasn't going to get all commandish at the moment as he would crack a small smirk before fade back into his actually fairly lit pod. He didn't set the drones off guard mode in the slightest, the perimeter still needed holding until he could pack up and, grab a form. He rather keep a stealthy approach to his departure than anything.
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 22, 2016 6:30:11 GMT
As expected, upon their arrival the little drones moved into action. Triggered by their presence their little mini-guns raised in defence, or perhaps as a threat. WingOver did not point his own weapons at them, having no reason to shoot them, nor to cause them initiate a hostile engagement with them. They were not facing off an Autobot.
The blue Decepticon stood fairly motionless while he was being scanned by the ground-based drone. It wasn't because he would have been afraid to trigger it, but more because he had become distracted. There was noise was quite subtle for the moment. It could barely be picked up over the hum of the Aerial drones. But the storm had left and took its thunder with it, so the sound could not have come from there. It was in fact, also continuous, persistent. It was not of tiny organic origin either but resembled more a hum of an engine and the cracking of trees when they were forced over. He turned in the direction where he would assume to locate the one approaching.
It was dark but there was a slight and noticeable change of scenery in where the trees were no longer standing upright. Whatever it was the change in the hum of the engine, wasn't only because of the distance having become smaller, but because the new guest began to accellerate. It was confirmed by the second seeker. If the taller bot was correct, their newest arrival was not a Decepticon either. Perfect.
He averted his optics towards the ground-based Decepticon briefly, his Audio receptors still mostly focused on the unusual sounds and the volume increase.
"Took you long enough to come out here. But.. it's to be expected." He did not continue, even if the hint, if subtle had been at how Ground-based bots were slower than the Aerials due to their landlocked forms.
"If you would not mind quickening your step just a little." The drones had their little turrets still aimed at them. How quaint. "Tell your pets to back off. We've got hostiles incoming."
His optics now fully trained in the direction of the new threat, he took a few steps in that direction. "You don't happen to have some additional energon with you, do you?" Was said in the general direction of the other decepticon. If he wanted assistance, he was going to pay for it too.
And to the Seeker:"If you do not want to be labelled a con by association, you will not engage in this fight should it ensue."
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Post by Sydrone on Oct 22, 2016 9:37:10 GMT
A black jet would approach Skyspray's position, ::You called?:: he said. Blackjack would be keeping pace with the tank, not that that was hard to do, but since Blackjack was able of much faster speeds he would ask ::Need me to scout ahead?::. Blackjack's flight pattern was fairly plain at first glance. If anything, he just looked like a human escort to the tank.
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