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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 22, 2016 11:24:20 GMT
The tank kept rolling closer and closer to the three energon signatures it had detected. A multitude of smaller beings also made some signs on his radar but they were too small to be of any significance. Most likely they were drones or other devices crafted as scouts or something similar. The tank had seen it's fair share of timy drones that collected information, it knew how most of them worked. There was a ditch in the road now, too wide to jump over and there was no clear way of driving around. This did not stop the tank however as it kept driving. The front of it fell down the ditch, but it would not stop there. There was a slight delay but short enough to not take away any momentum as the ground exploded into a multitude of pieces that flew high up in the air. The sound was like if a heavy thunderstorm had just struck right there and then but when the dust cleared, the tank was on its way up the hill. Not even the natural hazards could stop it.
The green tank had almost reached them now, but suddenly it stopped, cannons fixed on the signatures but not firing. It had no reason to fire, at least not yet. The tank paused for another moment, observing what it could in the dark. After a few moments of nothing, Blackjack could hear a response in his comm radio.
::Yes, I did call you here. make sure we are not disturbed, okay? The last thing I want now is an army of cons or humans showing up. Understood?::
There was another moment of nothingness before a loud hissing noise could be heard as the tank cannons seemed to retract, become shorter. The tesla coils crackled once again and then it happened. Another loud hss as plates began to shift, first slowly but then faster and faster. The tank turret split apart, the two larger tank cannons sliding back allowing the middle section to lift up and split apart again as it turned 90 degrees. The machinegun on top split in half too, making each half have a machinegun on it. The minigun and the tank cannon slid up on the surfaces of the now slip apart parts and locked into place. The two sides now were forming arms and revealing the upper chest. Fists sprouted out from the edges of the arms and the rest of the arms slammed down into the ground to push the rest of the body up. Meanwhile, the chassis of the tank also began to shift. It split apart in the back and front, the two areas sliding over to the tracks, covering parts of them. The sides then moved outwards, away from the body and pedes extended from the botom of them as they formed legs. The treads split apart and reattached themselves in two smaller pieces each, one half staying at the bottom of the legs and the other half placing themselves on the lower back. The body was now almost fully formed, the front of the tank placed itself over his pelvis area and the helm extended from it's previous position. The large tank cannons situated themselves on his upper back and now, the robot was complete.
The 33ft green mech opened his optics, revealing their grass green glow. They were focused directly on the same mechs as the tank had focused. The crackling coils on his shoulders lit up the area in a faint white glow. There was no hesitation anymore, the mech began to walk straight towards them. None of his many weapon were drawn but with a single flick of his wrist they could all activate. His steps were heavy, but still casual as if he did this every day. Approaching the signals, he decided to engage in small talk, see what would happen.
Why are you here? And I don't mean, here, here but why are you here.
His voice was serious, like if he had asked them why they had stolen a big spaceship. Did they know what he actually meant? The mech wasn't too sure about that himself, but he figured he'd know that soon enough. His battlemask wasn't flipped down yet, so they could actually see his face, if they had good optics that let them see well in the dark. His servos were hanging off to the sides, the right one clenched and the left one open. It was time to see what wuld happen in the forsaken place. He just hoped Blackjack would be ready to follow orders and to back him up if that was needed. Jusging from what he could see however, that maybe wasn't necessary.
A small tree in front of him fell easily when he walked onto it, crushing it under his weight. What they could make out of him was that he was a mech built for combat. If they were familiar with certain aspects of the decepticon command structure, they could recognize his coils too, as they were almost identical to the ones on another mech, one known for not being very nice at all. This mech was much nicer however, at least from his own perspective. He at least didn't hurt other for the reasons HE did...
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 22, 2016 16:18:42 GMT
Nova hands Wing his weapons, knowing full well that he would not want to get on the wrong side of the Autobots. After the fighting on the otherhand, once the bots left, he would patch the two Decepticons up after bringing them to the med bay of his ship. I did not intend on fighting the Autobots, however you can trust me to assist you once the fighting is done. I do have a med bay in my downed ship, if anyone needs a patch job, I am willing to offer it, once your enemies are well out of sight, last thing I need is being labeled a Decepticon, be it by association or by deed. I would suggest that you confiscate my weapons and I place my own stasis cuffs on me, make me look like a neutral captive, that way they will come after you, and not affiliate me with you, I will make like I am leaving once I am "safe" then once they leave, I will come and assist you, after grabbing my weapons.
Nova put on the cuffs and makes like he was Wings captive, then motions for him to not so gently grab his arm, and hold his gun to his head, perhaps that will deter the Autobots.
Actually, I got an even greater idea, pretend I am your prisoner, tell them that if you do not leave, you will hurt me, badly, I place my trust into you to not offline me, but I do give you full permission to hurt me to make it look convincing, do not go easy on me, that would make them suspicious of me, as that would pin me as a neutral associate. They may even label me a mercenary working under you, and I am no mercenary.
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 22, 2016 20:47:29 GMT
From where he was inside the pod, near the entrance he'd watch as the more certain signification of the Decepticon Seeker spoke to him. He did not pay mind to his inquiry of speed to acquiring their attention and, presence. That was of little interest. Alas, his worries would have seemed to be concluded. So there were life forces incoming after all. Typical. You don't have two bright lights that look like the symbolic shine of Cybertronian pods crash in the same area and, not check on it. Hexcode wouldn't show any signs of surprise or worry on his face. It would have looked as if he knew about it all along if it weren't for the annoyed sigh that came after he learned of such news.
Hex would go back into his Tech Wheel systems. The sheen from the holographic menu lit up the Mech's stern face as he would make some adjustments to the drones. And Then after that fact, he would deploy four more. All A.T.A.Ds. Two in aerial mode, the other half in ground mode. It would make a total of nine drones in the area. Five Aerial, Four Ground. The last drone whom would be the only recon drone was still searching for resources far away from here and gather more and more landscape information for its creator.
The two new aerials would meet up with its three brethren and, make a horizontal line above the pod facing the direction in which WingOver was pointing out the intrusion. 5 meters apart from each other which gave flying room encase they needed to dodge shots. The four ground drones would, fall suit but, split up in pairs. Two together on the left of the pod, two together on the right this set facing the same direction as the aerials. These drones would not fire upon the approaching force until shown signs of hostility their audio receptors being able to hear verbal commands and, noises in general. They cannot talk back though. But their laser pointed weapons would be trained towards the woods scanning its mist.
Hexcode would glance at the other seeker, Nova to be exact. He wouldn't know his name of course yet, nor why he was so tall but, it was just a glance as he would answer Wing's question in a calm but stern tone. "Yes, I have a short supply in the pod. Its tucked away in capsules each one big enough for a full refill if need be. I only have three left as I needed one to power the terminal I built in my pod." He would say, looking to make sure the drones were in the right formation. So far he liked their performance... A combined effort of surveillance from all of these drones is necessary even if it isn't always their protocol.
Hexcode would stare at the woods ahead of them. Some of his other abilities were still dulled out for the time being but, he could still function fairly well. His armour was still reinforced like it always is. He isn't aware of the heat this one is packing, but if it has to make that much of a whirl to lumber over here he can expect an issue if it comes to it. Right now Hexcode was thinking up a plan. Many different scenarios in his mind. It was his job and, he could do it anywhere. Although it might have been beneficial if he had a drone in spider walker mode though. No...not against this. Those would be a waste of space. He wasn't look for an ambush. Actually, most of the issue here is not knowing what need be. Everything is still unknown so far...
The thunderous boom left the round quaking for a moment before settling down. Hexcode had to admit it was setting the scene rather nice. Looking like someone was escorting the tank as well, all in all this was a different situation in Hex' mind with every passing second. This...was exciting. The crooked grin on his face showed that. Hexcode would have great fascination as he watched the tank take its sweet old time in transforming. Turning into a combat built, fearsome, warrior by the looks of it. Autobots sure have their new tricks nowadays. Nova's suggestions were noble but here and now? Not optimal. Not in Hexcode's idea at least. Hexcode would stare the Bot in the eyes but, in a half welcoming, half testing manner. He knew this guy was the real deal. Only a fool would down size that. Hex kept calm as he walked heavily but, steadily towards them. He'd take unusual pride in stepping forward to answer his strongly put question.
"Hmm, straight out with it huh..." Hex would begin with a chuckle. His servos at his sides as he remained his orange gaze on the Green Mech. ALOT of weaponry, he's heard of warriors like this. Recognized some of them too... "I'll get to the point since you demand of it so much. For starters I am not exactly sure about them, but I do not why I am here. I; before all the big bangs and, fighting between evac ships was and still am on a mission to follow up on some research about this place to see what its uses are. I am already aware of some valuable information about it already. Me and one of those two or maybe both had already crash landed here via pod as you probably already know. So in a sense I can't say much. And I won't depending on any further questions..." He would leave it at there for now. See where this goes. The drones deployed would be trained on the big guy and his companion but, not threatening them at the moment. The lasers turned off to avoid giving the wrong impression.
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 22, 2016 21:29:48 GMT
Why did each of his new companions need to explain so much? First, the offer, while noble, came a little late. "Hold your glossa." He said to Nova, at a rather low volume, although the tone had been harsh, without ever looking at him.
His optics were trained on the tank as it began to alter its shape from a mere 'vehicle' into a a bot. It had been clear, even when he was at a slightly greater distance, that not much in the terms of terrain could hinder his progress. There was destruction he left behind by merely moving through the trees and then there was one he caused by its blowing its way through a mound that was in the way. WingOver's primary focus though was on the armament of the bot. Guns, how many and where. Were there any 'blind spots' that he could find that the weapons could not reach. Was the armour thick enough to sustain continuous battering of missiles. Was the bot hostile or not was only the second thing on his mind.
After the transformation, the arrival measured a good 33 feet, not too bad for a groundie. He had not made a move towards Nova, but stood there listening, silently while his arms were still lowered, the weapons on each kept at the ready, yet not trained on what had not yet identified as an enemy. Was there an insignia that would offer some more information on who the bot was? He did locate the Decepticon mark, but to his surprise it was scratched over almost as if it had been meant to be removed. Was it? Or had it been just an unfortunate turn of events in which the insignia had been damaged. He decided to consider it an intentional removal until he was proven differently.
Well, if anything, Hexcode's answer was, at the very least, informative.
WingOver's would be less so: "What is your faction and your designation?" WingOver had not answered the question he was given and he did not intend to, until he was better informed about who he was dealing with. If it was a Decepticon, he would have asked for the rank as well, if an Autobot, there would be reason enough not to say too much.
His optics briefly turned towards the pod where the Energon was allegedly held. The drones were amply occupied as it were, and should the latest arrival prove himself hostile they would have even more that they might need to deal with to defend their creator. For now, what he had would have to do. Internally a few calculations had been made, how far he could get with what he had, how long he could fight - should it be necessary and still have a chance to escape - and where he could save energy to prolong the aforementioned.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 23, 2016 0:33:45 GMT
Novaflame kept quiet being scolded, not realizing he had opened his dermas at the wrong time. he stayed quiet and made sure he made himself as nonthreatening as possible, he was unaware that WingOver knew this was a decepticon, but was glad that he gave him enough trust to allow him to take one of his weapons.
Novaflame observed the Decepticon infront of him, there was something rather unsettling about him, he realized that this was Hexcode, he knew of him and knew he was known as the living virus for his hacking skills. This was one mech he did not wish to mess with, and Nova wished to remain on Hexcodes good side.
Novaflame remained close to WingOver, he felt more comfortable around the other seeker anyhow, but if he can befriend Hexcode, he might have someone who can help with any repairs around the ship he might need if he is forced to repair his ship.
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Post by Sydrone on Oct 23, 2016 14:05:49 GMT
Blackjack would suddenly fly vertically up, before coming to a stop and flying straight again. He would then start scanning the area ::Only seems to be 6 signals in the area including us two.:: Blackjack said, ::So, unless proven otherwise, I suggest we assume that they're Decepticons and not let our guard down.:: Blackjack says. And you've already walked up to them... great... Blackjack muttered to himself as he started to descend. He came down slowly, to not make any noise.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 23, 2016 19:52:04 GMT
The mech simply eyed the three in front of him. ONe of them, a flyer from the looks of it, didn't seem too bright as he tried to plead with one of them to pretend he was their prisoner. That plan failed miserably as soon as it started, that much was for certain. His green optics locked onto the seeker that had tried to fake his own capture, letting him know that the mech ddin't fall for his little trick. How many others had tried that trick? How many of them had failed just as he did? But the most important question of all: how many of them survived once they found them? The answer on all those questions were lost in time, all he knew was that the number was far too big to remember. How many of them he had ended himself was somethign he knew however, that number was currently sitting at 37.
His attention was diverted at a the other mech, the one that was revealed to not be a seeker. This one was.. interesting. His gaze found the con's and stayed there for quite some time. His reason for being here sounded like something that was true, but it was not the answer that he wanted. The answer he wanted wasn't just why they were here, but why there had made the choices that led them here. Of course he didn't say that though but just smirked slightly and shook his helm. When he did, his vision caught the sight of small drones, focused on him and his teammate. That was interesting. He pondered over who the drones belonged to, it couldn't be the first seeker, he wasn't smart enough to have built them. It could have been the other seeker, but something told him it was the third con, the one who actually said something remotely interesting. Raising his servo towards one of them, the servo emitted a light blue glow before he lowered it and it turned back to its normal color.
The third con, very frank. Responding with another question instead of answering. Why couldn't they just make his life easy and answer his question? He assmued it was just Primus telling him that he had to work harder, although there was not much else he could do. His cannons twitched a little, moving around freely on their separate joints. He took another step closer to the trio, his optics darting around in their sockets to look at all of them.
One who lies, one with spies, One who usually flies. What a fun bunch of cons you were. You, seeker, yes you who are so clearly trying to fool me. Don't even bother, it won't work. I've met many just like you, it usually doesn't give them bonus points. Just drop the facade, eh? And you, flyboy, it is rude not to answer a question, especially while asking your own. You haven't introduced yourself yet, something you usually do when meeting someone new. I will introduce myself, when the time is right. Then there were you, the tiny guy, playing with drones. I did that too when I was younger, was a fun time. You say you are here on a research misson, that is nothing you see from cons that often. Usually they only do research to find out how to best kill something. Not that there's anything wrong with that in some cases.
He paused for a moment and crossed his arms, studying them carelessly. He was liking this situation more and more for each minute. He took another step closer, now he was only 100ft away from them, more of his figure visible in the darkness. Scars were visible in many places but the most notable feature was the optics. It was like if there was a green fire within them. His smile was both friendly and cold, another trait he had gotten from his father, just like his coils. Shifting his plating a little on his back, he managed to grab his shotgun,which he promptly pulled out, fired at the ground and put back again. It was loaded, which was good to know for future.. incidents.
So, who am I? Firstly, they don't like me, they want to see me dead for various reasons. When I was younger, I was a very energetic little decepticon. Me and my family traveled around a lot, making sure that justice was present. It was fun, for a while. My father isn't the kindest mech you will ever meet. Have you ever been in a smelting pool? Or had toxins injected into your optics? Not a fun experience, let me tell you that. One thing led to another and now, I'm the most wanted cybertronian in this sector of the galaxy. At least for one side. Oh, just to warn you, you are all committing a crime by talking to me. Do you still wonder who I am?
His smile grew as he spoke, his shoulder coils crackling like crazy. He might seem crazy at first, maybe he was or maybe he wasn't. In fact, this was more of a test to see how they would react. If they knew a bit about the List, they would now know who he was, and if they didn't, they could very eaily find out. After all, there were only so many cons with big tesla coils on them. He only knew of one. As he received a transmission from Blackjack, he nodded slowly and took another step closer.
:: Yes, I think so too. I'm just having som fun first but don't worry, I can take care of myself, at least to begin with, hehe. ::
His fists were both opened now, and in the left one was a very tiny light blue ball. It was there, flickered and vanished before showing up again in his other servo before vanishing fully. Just a little trick he did when he felt like doing it, could be whenever. The temptation was too strong to resist sometimes, like if there was another force behind it, forcing him to do it. That was just a feeling though.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 23, 2016 22:38:26 GMT
Novaflame was nervous, he stiffened when he mentioned he was a wanted bot. and stiffened even more when he was refered to a seeker who lies, he really needed to convince this green mech he is not a decepticon, just a neutral who happens to be very lonely and in need of companionship from his fellow Aerials. Please, do not hurt me, I am no con, I am Neutral, I just wanted companionship with my fellow Aerials, the blue one here was the first one I met in the longest time, please, I beg of you, have mercy, I do not agree with their methods, but I at least know that not all cons are bad, they just have their own reasonings, just as I have mine. I even will prove it by laying down my arms and stepping aside, if I was truly a con, I would not be stepping back from this, I would have been attacking you right then and there. Plus, I am not even fully armed, I befriended this one by laying down my arms and offering myself up for capture, call me weak, call me stupid all you want, but I stand firmly by my beliefs and I will not join either sides until both sides learn to get along. I hold no malice for you so long as you do not treat me unjustly. The moment you unfairly treat me, I will not hesitate to defend myself.Novaflame stated.
His spark was pounding so hard that he was certain it would leap out of its chamber and flee from this bad situation. he put his gun down, and slowly backed away from the fight and hunkered down in the bushes, he hoped he would not have to fight this one. He began to pray to Primus to protect him.
Oh Primus, holiest of lights, protect me now, on this stormy night, I am confronted by one who is hostile towards me and believes me to be evil, please, do not allow me to be harmed by those who consider themselves to be good guys, please, protect me, let this your will be done and I shall accept whatever you bestow this night.
Now Nova was frightened, he did not like being put on the spot like this, he did not wish to be at war with the Autobots or the Decepticons. he just wanted to be with those he considered his friends.
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 24, 2016 1:54:24 GMT
When Hexcode studied this guy he did it for for many reasons. He wasn't looking for weak points. Simply speculating about him before he'd say anything. Overall he had a lot on him to take in. Which is good in Hexcode's case in general, he likes having to think about stuff like this. Gets his membrane going and, his spark glee with technical ideas. Maybe, if this goes well, he could get some kind of blueprint going to study this guy. And then make a drone about of said blueprint. However he'd need accurate numbers, calculations, theories to back up his ideas and then conclude them with tests and more research. Experimentation? Eh not in the mad scientist kind of way.
More of a statistical comparison over data and analysis. Hexcode is a picky Mech when it comes to this stuff. Just looking at his, chest plate he could make a wild guess even plasma might have a decently tough time getting through that armour to cause damage that is. Unless it hits right it would only fragment into smoldering hot pieces and, just make a mess. And then the poor sap who'd be shooting it would most likely get fragged by the array of weaponry.
Universal armament and, the rest is probably hidden away somewhere. Trumpcard?Probably a melee weapon. Range would be left for situation, usage of weapons, and the tank form. Mobility is trash but, that does not mean reflexes are subpar. You'd need intense battle, wear and tear, quick wits, be able to know what your weaknesses are and then destroy them with good evading knowledge to walk around so proudly like this. Its a given. There is a difference to be a BFM and a smart BFM. So Hexcode was fond of the possibilities. Could he fight him? Sure. Anyone can. But the percentile chances of who has the upper hand would enviously be indecisive.
Hex can't pinpoint any simple solutions because those would get you killed unless you get them right. Obviously letting him even get this close is a deathtrap. But who said Hexcode was picking to make big tank guy mad? Hexcode didn't survive the battle at Iacon for nothing. It was a well calculated front when the guns flared ad, the surprised roared. But overall it was still a costly fight. Hexcode remembers it well. It was his breaking day to make himself a reputation on his side of the battle. Every movement counted that day even the dumb ones....
However the situation was moving now. The Mech before them spoke and, Hexcode listened intently interested in what he had to say. He eye movement, body language. Everything was important to him for moments like this only. When he had to deduct the thin number of coil wearing Cybertronians and then some out there. Hexcode has dealt with many names afterall, but he wasn't too sure yet. For now he'd let him speak his piece.
So far it seemed the big guy was peeved by what the other seeker had tried to do. Hexcode for the most part kept out of that. He isn't one to ignore a show of cowardice from Decepticons, but he is also not one to suddenly burst in some religious rage from it. Still breaking general code however. Its a tough process. He'd pay that part no mind as the green mech moved on to the next seeker in line. Hehe flyboy. Thats a nickname Hex personally always liked giving aerials, it adds a little flavor when their head is in the clouds. And when the response carried on to him, Hexcode would look at the green mech the same as he was before. No show of fear or cockyness. Just a simple face looking into a conversation brewing between them. He was aware that most were taller than him depending on the class of Cybertronian. He stopped getting sturred up from it a long time ago. Decepticons kind of help eradicate the flaw of letting teasing quips hit the spark wires wrong.
When, the titan mech finished speaking Nova instinctively would respond in defense. Trying to stay out of it. Hex only glanced at him try to defend his neutrality. It was a lost cause really. In Hexcode's overall view of how the green mech's response went, he had a certain feel when it came to Decepticon origins. So even if Nova used every tactic he could to prove himself. It might only go so far, depending if it gave this guy any benefits. And the idea of not picking a side until they learned to get along? Tch...childs play. It would be a long wait. Cybertronians are prideful people like any other race out there in that system and others linked to it. Heck even the insecticons have bride when being so savage and, ghastly. Pride is a dangerously poisonous thing to have spread everywhere especially in a war that crosses worlds...
Hexcode would look around a bit but, with his eyes. He blinked before those orange placid dots eyed his drones which were mentioned from the tank. He wonders...what he might think of them. In a technical stand point. Put sadly if this guy is Autobot material he'd have to keep his wishes a dream that never comes true unless brought out in an honorable manner. And that either comes from reputation...or battle. What a depressing notion...
Hex was on guard a bit, as he pulled out his gun though. Only for a moment. The motion didn't seem to be setting up something. The show of loaded fire was good to know indeed as it completely dominated the soil, flinginging a few chunks out of it until they landed in random areas. The drones would make a questioning, blurr of noises readying weapons, the aerials quickly dashing at a great speed making a wall of 5 hovering drones, to protect their creator. Automatic defense. Top of the line stuff when it comes to drones.
Most are only programmed so far really. But Hexcode always felt that was so limiting. Hexcoe would chuckle as whenever they did that it made, him remember how much Skybird is so loving to the other Cons but, scary at the sametime. He wanted to make the aerial mode of these drones in her style but, the speed comparison was always pathetic. He needed a better way to project that idea. Soon enough though if he can make a proper lab and get some time to do it.
Hexcode would lightly speak a Decepticon version of the Cybertronian language but, it was mixed with a different blur of noises similar to the drones so even a Decepticon or anything that might know the language might have to second guess what he said. Really all he said was for the drones to relax and stand down, but at least stay alert in case they are needed. Their weapons would retract, aiming lasers deactivated and, they would spread out relay the message to the ground drones before they all regrouped at the pod to gather so stuff for Hex.
Hexcode went back to listening to the green mech tell a little about himself as Hex himself was wondering too. He felt like he could pinpoint this guy if he thought about clearly enough. But too much was on his mind about that one drone still on task. He was getting restless. Hopefully it came back soon with some good news for all of this suspense. After his part was done, and Hexcode watched him fumble around with some powers in between his hands Hexcode would finally speak up after being quiet for so long...
"This is turning out pretty intuitive. And, yeah when it comes to you as a whole big guy I been speculating from the start I'll admit. I'm a curious mech and, besides. Its kind of one of my jobs. Also about that research thing. You are definitely right about, the rarity. Its mostly because when it like this only a select few are allowed to really dwell their time into it rather than the usual protocols.
Seeing as you are an EX-Con and most likely if I am speculatively putting this correctly a rather hefty one I don'y need to explain it. Not that I would. Oh and fyi. "Playing" with drones is probably the only sense of non insanity I can use nowadays with the scrap I've had to do over the long years. I'm not exactly a mech with a good rep sheet either you know." He'd chuckle. He found this honestly humorous as he'd look around a bit. Everything felt so morbid. It was boring him. "Oh...Is this the part where we get serious or, am I just assuming we're in trouble for the oer zealous monarchy our factions have nowadays Is it too late to cross the do not be a Decepticon line? I'll sign a petition on dibs to leave my metal print. hehe." He'd joke with a crooked smile. Perhaps...he was enjoying this too much. But that is just Hex being Hex.
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 24, 2016 7:23:18 GMT
The appearance of the bot, whose coils crackled, was indeed familiar. Not perhaps familiar in the sense of having met him before. He hadn't. But the description fit another, well, two. Similar yet not the same. Neither of which one would wish to meet if being their objective.
For the moment he would be simply be cautious and at full alert. If the bot had been after a particular someone he would not have been inquiring on who they were. He smirked at the accusation that he should have not answered a question with one of his own. Well, tough, he was not one to go for 'protocol of good manners' unless ordered to and unless it was towards another confirmed Decepticon.
"It's rude to not answer a question and yet you shall give your own when you feel like it? Doesn't work like that, does it." He said, his tone of voice betraying that he was entertained by this more than he may have been irritated. The distance between the possible hostile and themselves had shortened once again. The seeker did no like that the hostile kept progressing further even once he had been close enough already. He preferred his distance. With the armament and bulk of the tank-bot close proximity worked in his absolute favour. WingOver did not step back however, as tempted as he was. To do so could be misinterpreted as standing down, or worse, fear. He was not going to allow anything of that sort to be even hinted at, especially when it was not present.
When the Neutral spoke, his optics never left their main adversary. He did not like hearing a Seeker beg. It was shameful, but this was a Neutral. They did not want to pick a side, nor fight. There was nothing he could say to add to the other's story either. Confirm it, and he would be showing lenience, deny it, what purpose or gain would he have from that? He said nothing instead. It was smartest for the other Seeker to pull himself out of trouble himself. Perhaps it would be a valuable lesson too. There was the right place and time for everything and then there was a bad one. He only hoped that it would be over soon. To have a ground based bot witness it was bad.
Not even a moment after the shotgun being pulled out was registered, WingOver's arms raised to level their own guns on the tank-bot. Four barrels, two of the plasma-pulse guns, and two belonging to the ion rifles all aimed at the bot, his neck and face, ready to fire if necessary. The ground had been shot at this time. The Seeker narrowed his optics on the other bot even when he began to talk about his past. His guns were not lowered just yet.
The answer about his origin, given by the tank-bot further confirmed the suspicion. It was helpful when bots would talk. Quite useful too. But talking often fell under the stalling tactics, didn't it in particular when it took someone ages to tell exactly what they've been asked about. His visor slid smoothly into place. It was time for another long range scan. He was well aware that this might alert other bots of his location, but if they were Decepticons, this could only be of benefit, and if they were Autobots, well.... they probably have been notified already anyway.
"Could do with the designation any time now." Up till that moment he had in some part relied on the drones to warn them if there were any other bots in near proximity. As time progressed however he became more sceptical of it. Relying on who he perceived as a Decepticon and who had shown his interests to be far.. less common for one, perhaps wasn't the wisest idea. To save energy, as he had very little to spare at that moment, he focused on the more plausible locations from which the enemy could approach. Most Autobots were not the Airborne sort, so his scan could focus on the surrounding terrain instead. He only half listened to what the scientist-bot was saying. He should have been focusing on their surroundings looking for hostiles NOT pretty rocks!
Nothing. No additional signatures could be found. There was nothing approaching them in either direction across the terrain.
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Post by Sydrone on Oct 24, 2016 11:19:38 GMT
((Unfortunately, Blackjack would be too high up in the air for you to notice him yet. He'd be nothing but a small black dot. Not really something to take notice of as a "Hostile" ShadowZone))
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Post by Whirl on Oct 25, 2016 10:15:42 GMT
Not all that high above the area was hovering a pretty damn ticked off Whirl, who had just recently left the swamp in Russia.
When the Pave Hawk saw the Air Show though, he was deeply intriged.
"Neatness," he commented, and started to come in to check it out. He switched on his avatar. Ironically, he chose the wrong one for the situation; the teenage girl with pigtails and sub-machine guns. Of course being in a helicopter she couldn't be seen, but still... typical Whirl.
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Post by Sydrone on Oct 25, 2016 13:52:26 GMT
Blackjack would transform and hover above the area. He was ready to assist Skyspray, should he need it, but the Prime'd probably just blow them all away, given the chance. Blackjack just tossed a smoke bomb around in his hands, getting ready for an unseen approach, should it be required.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 25, 2016 17:33:36 GMT
This was actually rather saddening to be honest, seeing the seeker beg for his life like that. The mech had no reason for killing him, it would be counter productive actually. He was just here to talk, maybe get a little energon for his project. What he said might be true, but the mech shook his helm dismissingly. If he wanted to attack and kill him, that would have already happened by now. The rambling about what he stood for and all that jazz, the green mech could live without it. They were not on the same side, that was it. The reasons behind it weren't important now. At least not this bot's reasons. He wasn't a con either from the sounds of it, although his cowardice would've fit right in. He observed the seeker put down his weapon and flee into the bushes, a place that probably fit him more than out in the open.
Hexcode was right in his assumptions that his armor was hard to get through. It was very hard to get through, even when using heavy weaponry that usually destroyed armor well. He could usually withstand heavy fire for a long time before his armor got pierced and his internals damaged. Even when that happened, it was hard to make him go down. Years of being tortured had taught him one thing: How to ignore pain. He had been forced to do it or else he maybe wouldn't have survived. He hated to admit it but having been one of Them for a long while had given him advantages. He could ignore pain easier than others, he knew exactly where the vital points were on the basic cybertronian and how to make it hurt really badly. He also had a very slight resistance towards various acids due to haveing been the test subject of quite a lot of them.
He watched as the small one studied him, probably from top to toe. It wouldn't have been the first time that happened. He couldn't help but wonder what theories crossed the mind of the con right now. Did he fin the greenmech scary? Perhaps interesting? Maybe it was even mockingly, but he wouldn't ever know. Except if he asked, then maybe he would get to know, although that was unlikely. Cons usually lied about a lot of things, this was probably included in that category. Oh well, you won some, you lost some, nothing that could be done about it. He took another step closer, just to see what would happen when he did. For some reason, he thought they seemed a bit uncomfortable with him nearby. Could be the darkness fooling him but if it wasn't.. then it was perfect.
He could see Hex's optics moving to see The neutral seeker go away to hide, probably thinking the same thing as he did. As he was raised as a very extreme decepticon, you could guess what he thought about cowards and traitors, and if the cons were as they once were, they too thought the same thing. His shoulder cannons twitched again, indicating that he wsn't thrilled and was about to move on from this little.. encounter. He wasn't getting anything out of it. That was when the small con decided to speak again. He just confirmed his thoughts, the con had studied him. What he had gathered however.. that was still shrouded in mystery. What amused the mech even more was that the con didn't seem to take his warnings seriously. When the DJD came for him then, it would be so much more fun to watch.
He noticed the drones around him all tense up and fly around but had chosen to ignore that. They couldn't do much towards him either way. If they had done it, he would have just crushed them with something he found there. A rock would do, maybe a small tree or something. He didn't doubt his abilities to find something. Then the seeker spoke, obviously taken offense to what he had said about the question. Maybe he called the green mech a hypocrite or something, it didn't matter. Everyone did sooner or later, that was also a part of life. However what really caught his attention was the fact that the seeker pointeed his guns at him. His guns! Well this was an escalation, wasn't it? He was immediately ready for the aggressive act with his own. His tank cannons flipped up and focused the seeker, the machineguns on his upper arms aimed at the con, as well as his big minigun and smaller tank cannon that were on his arms. His fists began to glow slightly again and his battlemask flipped down over his face. The battlemask was in the shape of an autobot insignia and now there was no question which side he was on.
Well then, decepticon. Lower your guns, now! Let's not make this any more bloody than it has to be. You want to know who I am, sure. I am Skyspray Prime, Son of Kaon of the DJD and Leader of the autobots. So no, they won't hunt you because you are like you are, but the remains of my family will hunt you down and kill you for not engaging me when you first saw me. You are all wanted now probably, they have a way to know of everything that goes on. I suggest you stand stil and just await your immediate capture. To be fair, you started, just as typical cons do. Put your servos behind your helm and keep them there.
Skyspray was in his battle mode now as he was being threatened. They had triggered him now and there was no real way to escape now. They could try to escape but then Sky maybe would fire at them and there was nothing wrong with his reflexes. If they tried anything, then they could be hit with a lot of heavy weaponry, powerful enough to tear them apart with ease. They really had messed up now and it was obvious. Sky took another step closer, making him close enough to actually swing a punch if necessay. Although they wouldn't be able to get in one before getting shot.
He could detect another autobot signal now, a bot who maybe wasn't the best at handle delicate situations. He had to get him away from here as fast as possible before chaos was started to the point where they couldn't handle it anymore. He had seen what happened before and wa determined not to let it happen again. Sending a quick comm to Whrl, he hoped that it would be enough to keep everything under control.
:: Whirl, return to base. We have got everything under control here. Besides, We are in an energon shortage. Could you go help Ratchet get some? Please? ::
He knew Whirl wasn't really the one to follow order lke that but oh well, he had to try. If he wouldn't follow his orders, then there would be consequenses, Whirl knew that if he wasn't really mentally disturbed. Then again, you cold argue that Whirl WAS mentally disturbed. It was a possibility that couldn't be ignored. At least he had Blackjack that he could use to help him. Sending a comm to the second autobot, his voice was much more tense than it had been before.
:: Lower your altitude now. There might be a fight erupting very soon. Call in more protectobots, preferably flyers. This area might be marked for airstrike, Understood? Hurry! ::
He shifted his attention back to the cons on the ground now as his weapons slowly retracted, if the cons had put away their guns too. He reached out his servo to shake WingOver's own, just to show that he didn't wish to harm him. He did his best to make it look as genuine as posible. They just had to trust him now but in case they didn't... His knees contained grenade launchers that could fire at them.
Look, I'm sorry for this, I didn't mean for this to happen. Here, I offer my handshake as a token of my good intentions.
If Wing grabbed the servo, Sky would shake it, but not let go immediately. He had other plans. IF Wing grabbed the servo, then he would keep holding it very tightly, almost as if he tried to crush it before a spike of energon would sprout from his servo and through, Wing's own. HOWEVER if he didn't grab it, Sky would just lower his arm and keep his cannons focused on the cons. They weren't getting away now, at least not now that backup arrived. It would probably take some time before they did though, so Sky would have to deal with this on his own. He had almost forgotten about the Neutral but quickly reminded himself to keep his senses open for him. Even though it was dark outside, his senses still made him see them very clearly as they emitted energon signals. That was a great talent when hunting, being able to detect where the enemy were if they tried to hide from him.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 25, 2016 18:32:11 GMT
Nova stiffened when he heard this was the son of Kaon, he had no qualms with killing that particular con, he realized there and then that this was the same Skyspray that he had heard of, the same Skyspray that had tortured millions of innocents, and where there was Skyspray, there was the flyer BlackJack, who had done horrendous things, he had seen the aftermath of what he had done, he was truly afraid now, and that he may be now targeted by the DJD frightened him truly to the core.
Oh Scrap! what did I get my self into? It had to be the son of Kaon that shows up, meaning, Oh double scrap! That means the flyer up there is BlackJack. I have heard of both of these two, and they are bad news, why does this keep happening to me? I finally meet another seeker, who happens to be very handsome by the way, that I could have considered a friend if I could just break through that thick emotional shell of his, and now he is in danger. SCRAAAAAAP!
Novaflame was in desperate need of companionship, though Skyspray seems to be acting differently from when he hard heard of him last. Then it hit on him, Skyspray had assended to primehood.
Wait, did I hear that right? since when was Skyspray a prime? and is he actually offering a servo in friendship to WingOver? this is an unusual turn of events, and I am sure that there is no way that Skyspray is that sane after the upbringing he had endured. Kaon is Not the friendliest sort, and he is by far the worst creator I had ever had the displeasure of hearing about. I had heard of the way he abuses sparklings, I hate his filthy internal systems, but alas, I lack the man power to take that creep down.
Novaflame peaked from his spot in the bushes, not sure what WingOver would do, if he is wise, he would accept his hand in friendship and go about his day, since the Autobots would more than likely just leave him be, after all, WingOver is likely to be a target now, and will need his help more than ever than before in keeping him well supplied, because both himself and WingOver may have a common enemy now.
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 26, 2016 4:29:16 GMT
[The time Hex began talking is voided due to the reactions from Skyspray, reacting to WingOver. The timeline will follow around the moment the guns were drawn which for me is slightly after when Hex's drones auto reacted]
"Perfect.." Hex grumbled in a lot annoyed tone, as he rolled his eyes. Of course it escalates to this. The drones would not fire but, the mini-miniguns were spooled up. However Hex knew they wouldn't pose a threat to this Mech. Good to know that their, warning systems were functioning properly at least. Hexcde, kept his composure as he'd listen to the Bot command WingOver to consider standing down. Hexcode as not one to like telling most to do things out of free will especially out of an Autobot's wishes but, Hexcode rather not have to get back into the flying shots so soon after landing.
The range to attempt that hack job would be too much of a lunge, let alone the problematic disadvantage of, having those guns covering a lot of space. It would be a death trap. One slight disconnection and the process is ruined. Not optimal in this cause. The drones would only be useful for so much and that was a very small window as well. So, Hexcode would look over again, at WingOver then at Nova. If Nova was freaked out before, he must be dropping bolts now...
When the guns were retracted, Hexcode would, surely but carefully press a button on his Tech Wheel and put the drones on passive mode. Their guns retracting as well, and hovering a bit behind Hexcode but, at a low speed being low to the ground and making less noise. Hexcode didn't like that sudden time Skyspray wasn't paying attention to them. Comm most likely. It was different from a situation check. Hexcode knows the techniques, so its nothing special. So overall he expected more if anything to come soon...
Regardless on if Wing shook the servo Hex would finally speak once more. "Unsettling..., hosting good intentions is noble but, after threatening our capture I am positive you know how counter intuitive it will be for us Prime. Don't blame the seeker if he still feels wary about acknowledging it. After all we can't just dismiss a war. But hey that is just my take on the matter."
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 26, 2016 7:11:51 GMT
The tank-bot's reaction was swift, but not in the way that WingOver would have preferred, one in which the other bot would have held his arms up, waiting for instructions. Instead WingOver's own four guns were very quickly facing off with the armament much bigger than his own. Tank cannons, machineguns, a minigun and lastly, another tank cannon situated on the other bot's arms, all poised to fire at the slightest provocation. His optics briefly skimmed across the threat. Just perfect. Visually he would have seemed as if this had been just a minor setback, nothing he would worry about for too long, internally there were probably quite a few expletives to colourfully describe the current turn of events.
WingOver wasn't a fool. He had calculated his risk of initiating the engagement at that very moment, with the distance as short as it was, and knew fully well that his chances of survival were far from good. Even if he could have fired all four guns and even if they would have caused damage, it would have been insufficient. The armour of the other bot was created to sustain a battering of heavy fire, while his own was not. The probability of not being hit after his own had been fired was slim, and the weapons that would have done it packed a generous punch. At least now he knew exactly how many guns would have sprung into action, had he thought to engage.
As the mask came down another question was answered. This wasn't just an Ex-Con. He was also an Autobot, a traitor, the enemy. When Skyspray spoke to introduce himself, designation, rank, and a bit of background,things seemed to continue going south. A prime, son of a DJD, wanted and on the List. WingOver needed no telling who they were and what that meant. He forced his expression to remain calm and composed.
"Finally. Was that so hard?" In comparison his tone was light, almost teasing if condescending. Stubbornly his guns were held, aimed at the Autobot just for a moment longer before they were lowered. With some relief he noted that Sky's own weapons returned to rest harmlessly in their standard position.
It was then that the offer was made, a handshake. He could hear Hex's evaluation of the situation and could not help but smirk. "Listen to the Con, might learn how to offer a welcome that will be better received." He thought he could hear a low hum of a rotor.
Perhaps he needed to buy himself - and the Doc - just a little more time before the Decepticons would fly in and blast the cannons off this traitorous bastard. "Apology... not accepted. Not that you would care, Prime, right?"
He studied the offered hand. "But..." He extended his own. Willingness should bring the other bot into the false sense of security, get him off guard and make the escape so much easier, he hoped. If all went as it should, that flyer (referring to the helicopter here), whom he believed to be a Con, hopefully bringing more Cons, would come down to even out the odds very soon.
"As a token of good faith and..." His digits curled around Skyspray's servo, the hold firm, the shake confident. His near cocky demeanour faltered when the other bot's hold did not let up. The shake was over and done with, he could let go now. Any time now. No, tightening of he hold was opposite of letting go. He opened his mouth to make a witty remark when sudden pain wiped that smirk right off his face. Replaced by that of bafflement, anger and pain of course, the bot twisted at his servo trying to yank it free.
"FRAG!!" He hissed. "You ...rustridden mudslogger!" His other servo reached out to grip at Sky's wrist to try and secure it so that the injury would not have been further aggravated, when he attempted to pull his hand free. The spike had gone right through his servo. How could he not have seen that coming? Right, Autobots were not supposed to be underhanded, sneaky, deceitful. "I demand you retract it immediately!" It was not the time to wonder how the weapon was formed.
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Post by Sydrone on Oct 26, 2016 9:53:39 GMT
Blackjack's fists clenched in anger at Whirl's loud behaviour. He gave them away. Fragging beautiful. WHIRL! GET YOUR IGNORANT AFT BACK TO BASE AT ONCE! Blackjack yelled, landing on the opposite side of the crash site. He knew these types of ship well, having been a Decepticon himself once. Blackjack was definitely fuming, his hand gripped tightly around the end of his scythe, but it seems most of the hostility and anger was directed towards Whirl at this time.
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Post by Whirl on Oct 26, 2016 17:10:23 GMT
Whirl heard Skyspray's order, and he might have listened, if he'd felt like it, but then he spotted Wingover.
"Hold your hooks! I know that guy!" He landed with a crunch and gave 'spray a friendly elbow-nudge to the rib area that only made contact if he wanted it to, "WINGOVER!" he screeched at the Decepticon, "You impetuous bastard!" he punched Wingover on the shoulder in a friendly, 'bro' way, before looking at Skyspray, "I knew this guy in Garrus-1! He was like, one of the four mechs what didn't gang up to beat me Scrapless!"
He returned his attention to Wingover, straightening so that he stood taller. He was almost shouting, but Whirl had never been known for indulging his 'Indoor Voice', "Don't tell me you've gone and turned Con Air, come on?! UNNECESSARY!"
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 26, 2016 19:05:24 GMT
It went just as planned. The con was reaching for his servo and muttering some words. They were not of importance right now. The second con said something about his "Good intentions" and how they weren't gonna work. To Sky, it didn't matter if they worked or not, the important pat was that he wasn't attacked immediately. That gave him time to put his plan in motion. He knew that the other con was still present and that he would have to deal with that one too, his mind already working on a way to do that when Wing grabbed his servo. The spike did, just as anticipated, pierce through Wing's servo and go straight out the other side of it. He did not retract it however and when the con used his other servo as he tried to yank it free, he made his move.
Your demands..
He brought his arm up, raising Wing's own up with him, maybe both of his arms, as he swung his free one into and uppercut straight for Wing's lower chest area. Due to him being stuck to Sky, there was little in the way of avoiding it, unless he of course flipped up over Sky. Except there was where his larger tank cannons were and they would fire if the seeker did indeed do the manuever. These cannons were 235mm artillery cannons, meant to punch a big hole in most enemy armors and even go as far as to completely destroy a vehicon in one hit. Not exactly something you'd want to get ht by. Now, if the uppercut landed, he'd also fire the 105mm tank cannon that was on the arm, straight into the chest of the con, hopefully piercing through the con and going out the other side. It wouldn't hit anything serious, except maybe some inner organs or two, nothing that you'd die of or anything.
...Are not heeded.
His shoulder tank cannons would fire either way actually, aiming for the shouldrers of the con to at least weaken the arms, maybe even rip them off if Sky was lucky. At point blank range, there was really not anywhere to run. The blasts would sound like the thunder once again, the blast radius bringin hot air out from around them. Luckily Sky's armor was very explosives resistant, meaning that hedidn't blow himself apart with his own blasts. That had been proved necessary after previous... Accidents. Yeah, Accidents. Now the spike vanished, letting Wing's arms go free, if they were still there. He didn't need the spike now anyways. He let the body drop to the ground, or wherever it would go and turned his attention to the other con. This was when Whirl and Blackjack appeared, Whirl seemingly not caring about what happened as he began to speak with Wingover. Wingover, so that was his name? Interesting. Sky nodded to confirm that he had heard what Whirl had said before pulling out one of his LMGs from his subspace and aiming it at Hexcode.
Blackjack, take him in. Put him in a cell or something. I'll check on hin later. Whirl... Remain calm and make sure no humans arrive. You, Shorty!, Servos in the air and down on your knees, now! I won't hesitate to fire if you do not cooperate.
His shoulder cannons were reloading for now but soon they would be working again. In the meantime, his machineguns on his upper arms aimed at the con, ready to light him up if he tried to do anything except follow orders. His chest also shifted slightly and a quiet humming noise began to sound from it. It was like a small rifle, a bit longer than an average pistol but not as long as a rifle either. It wasn't anything fancy either, easily being overlooked by someone not paying attention. However, it could be really nasty..
Sky had not forgotten about Nova but the mech was no threat. Sky had no reason to harm him or even act hostile towards him, thusly he didn't. If he just stayed out of it, nothing would happen to him. That was pretty easy to do, right?
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