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Post by Novaflame on Oct 28, 2016 8:40:45 GMT
Novaflame was saddened by WingOvers capture, he was starting to like him, and he would be really sad and alone once WingOver was gone and beyond his reach. He was also really worried that WingOver was the only one who could get into his own stasis pod to get his gear back, and because of Skyspray Prime. He was now defenseless, save for some minor weapons that will do him no good than to actually keep himself safe from harm, he had to get WingOver's custody.
Erm, Pardon me Skyspray Prime, I really don't think we have been formally introduced to each other, other than I had overheard your name. My name is Novaflame, The Vosnian Flame. Anyways, WingOver, the Seeker you currently wounded, kinda was holding onto my gear, and you kinda made it so that I could not get to it anymore, so I propose a deal, you release him into my custody, and I will make absolutely certain he behaves himself, I do not wish for any problems, but I only wish to make sure that my stuff is returned to me, and I will make sure this Con does not cause any problems, I will accept any and all responsibilities over his actions, should it become necessary, I will personally bring him to you, I do not wish to harm anyone, I am certainly not wishing to harm the first Seeker I had met in so long. I am unarmed, I disarmed myself in a show of goodwill, I know what you are thinking, that it was foolish of me, but that is something I do not need to hear, you have your reasons for your actions, and I have mine, that is all you need to know. However, if you really must know, I see some potential for good in WingOver, but he may not fear his leaders, but he also knows what happens to cons when they disobey them, and I for one find their ways of handling their subordinates to be horribly cruel and I believe that nobody, con or otherwise, deserves that kind of treatment, he would be better off under my custody. Do try to understand, I do not wish to incur your wrath, only that you understand where I am coming from.
Novaflame was nervous as he knew he had taken a huge risk in proposing this, but he hoped that this Autobot was kind enough to at least hear him out and allow him to take custody of WingOver. He knew WingOver would be upset with him, but he also knew that without his aid, WingOver would more than likely end up being treated much worse than he would under his own care.
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Post by Whirl on Oct 28, 2016 10:33:00 GMT
Whirl glanced at Novaflame after his polite, pleading, suck-up speech, "Naaaaail..." he drawled insultingly. The rotorcraft often insulted Non-Aligned Indigenous Lifeforms like that; how they took it from the lanky rotorcraft mech was their call.
(don't take this as jumping the queue; Whirl's just demonstrating typical Whirl-style doucheyness now to save time later)
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Post by Hexcode on Oct 28, 2016 12:19:18 GMT
Once Hexcode saw, the movement all senses of having to "observe" were gone. His warning system flared over like usual and, he was in motion right after. Swinging his arms out in front of him. He couldn't go for a hack, not in this case it would be too obvious and, too many other guns around. So he had shifted both of his EMP Shotguns at Skyspray and, he was fully considering firing a shell or two into this guy's helm. But he as too late. Whatever action that took place, was already pre-planned and, he wouldn't be able to stop it. The blast radius of the 105mm tank cannon would, lightly brush on him making him have to shield himself from the blast. His shield system would power down, and any remaining force just made Hexcode stumble back a little.
He'd blink...look at whatever condition WingOver was in an, access the situation. Not good. Maybe if he?....No. The drones would have easily heard the commotion but, they would be worse off at this point. The energon capsules had been taken out of hiding and were being stored in a toolbox within the pod. They weren't sure what to do at the moment. Not sure if to begin defensive protocol or, to simply wait it out.
"Unfortunate, outcome." Hexcode would mutter to himself, as he thought. He recon drone would be coming back any moment now. Perhaps. It should take whatever info it gathered to whatever Decepticon it can find? Maybe. He'd have to keep it on lock down. And use it as a way to look out on the inside if he could. His hardpressed gaze locked on he prime as he pointed the LMG at him and, demanded he surrender. A notion, Hexcode is not fond of taking. But under this circumstance, it would be a Deathtrap to fight back. And there is always another way...
With a sour grumble, Hexcode shifted his guns back into his servos and, raise them above his head, and got on his knees staring at Skyspray the whole time. Obviously he did,'t like the idea of doing such a thing but, his servos were tied. Hex did not fathom to listen to Nova's attempt to negotiate with the prime either. Well not directly In a sense. If this was a war he didn't want to be apart of, then taking that chance was going to bring him further into it. Hexcode would shake his head as he thought about this; waiting to be put into custody. A simple noble neutral cause. Hexcode would take this set back on his research quite bitterly though. A silent, deep in thought mech. Right now there was no Con. This was just Hex.
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Post by ShadowZone on Oct 28, 2016 13:35:53 GMT
That was exactly what one got from shaking hands with the enemy. A spike in the servo. Well better than one in the back. Wait for it.
While he may not have at all expected the attack that anchored one of his arms to the enemy it wasn't completely so with the attacks that followed. Where there was one act hostility, there were bound to be more. With one arm being forced up he knew that if the other would have followed, his chassis would have been fully exposed. He may not have been skilled in close combat but there were certain things that were simply logical. His undamaged hand released Sky's wrist. It twisted downwards to block anything that might have been thrown his way. It was a little too late, and with not enough force to knock Sky's servo completely off course. He may have attempted to bring the arm from its desired target, but the hit was certainly solid and the shot mostly true. It went through, piercing armour and cables, further forcing its way through one of the vents and out the back.It bent the armour at the edges there as it had, when going in.
His optics widened. It looked as though his Audio receptors may have picked up on the noise of the gun being fired, but his processor had failed to process exactly what transpired. The plasma pulse gun on his good arm released two, perhaps three shots in quick succession. None of them aimed. Wherever the gun had been pointing at, as his arm struggled to shove at the one that fired into his chassis, that is where the shots would have gone. He tried to twist just as the shoulder cannons were fired. One arm - the one that had the servo pierced through - had in an instant gone from fully attached to just barely, a few cables, while the wing behind suffered most of the damage.
The damage done to that one shoulder and the change of angle that came with it, may have saved the other shoulder and arm from injury, but not the wing that had been behind that. While the wing remained still attached to the Decepticon, it was rather clear that the jet would not be flying anywhere any time soon. Finally the Seeker shouted in pain, the rattling noise giving away that there was damage sustained to the vent at the point of impact.
Once Sky released him, he sagged to the ground. His good servo came to rest over the gaping hole, while his damaged arm, lay the way it had fallen when released. He made the effort to shift onto his side. The rattling noise at every intake, persisted. "..s--crap."
He had a working arm still, yes. He also had a working set of guns on it, but he was not stupid. If he used them now he would have been as good as dead, to little affect on the armour of the enemy. There was no way he could even attempt to run. He could not fly, and he needed a Medic, rather sooner than later. His energon, which had already been low, was staining the ground underneath the hole and while all effort had been made for the systems to shut down access to the affected parts to keep the losses minimal, it still took time. What he knew was that Sky had left him alive and intended to bring him to the holding facilities that the Autobots had, apparently, which meant that he either did not intend to kill him, or not yet. So... he had to remain where he was, compliant, as it had been in his best interests.
Then there was of course Whirl, he arrived and had barely registered on his sensors up until that point. Loud, and shouty and handing his name out to the Prime in a matter of seconds. He felt the warmth at his chassis built as the remaining, undamaged vent had to rev up to work double the usual to keep the cooling system functioning.
"Fa-cy seei-g you --ere." He answered with much less enthusiasm than the bastard of the Autobot and fellow cellmate, felt. But maybe, if Whirl was there, on this planet, with the Autobots, he might greaten his chances of getting fixed up while in custody. Something to think about using.
Sky ordered the other Decepticon - Hex - to his knees and WingOver observed, at best he could, Hex do so. He heard him grumble alright. It brought a twitch of a smirk to his dermas. Funny, somehow. His optics, their light dimmer now as more energy was being saved, averted towards the Autobot he had not seen before. Another reason lying low was the best option now. Too many Autobots. Blackjack - helpfully supplied identification by the Prime addressing him - was the one who shouted earlier and the one that would be his ticket to the base. Brilliant.
There was another voice and he spotted Nova pleading for his release, well for him to be handed over to the other Seeker. Noble as it was it quickly turned to something done out of self interest - or that is at least what WingOver read into it. Nova needed his weapons back and that is why he needed the Seeker. He would have laughed if it would not have strained his systems further and distress the injuries worse. " Would y-u mind le-ting me sc-an for m- -lt mode -n the w--?" He uttered tilting his helm to address his probable transportation to base, BlackJack. He did not have any high hopes of the Prime changing his mind.
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Post by Sydrone on Oct 30, 2016 14:04:12 GMT
Blackjack would just pull out a pair of cuffs and approach Wing Over Alright, come along quietly and I won't remove your head. We understand each other? he said, opening the cuffs. He was ready to pull his scythe on either WingOver or Whirl, depending on who was the dumber of the two.
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Post by Whirl on Oct 30, 2016 14:28:42 GMT
Whirl mutters something rude under his breath, "Hey, I told ya," he growls at them all, "I know dis guy. I mean yeah, he's Decepticon filth an' all, but if he wasn't, he'd be alright," his claws snapped open and closed a few times. He turned and spoke to Skyspray, his face as perfectly unreadable as it ever was.
"I thought," from him, it was spoken as 'fort', "When ya drag a guy in as a prisoner an' all, ya gotta fix 'em up or somethin', otherwise it's a war crime. It's da best ever reason ya ought'a kill people right off the bat. No mercy, no wasted resources. People are always glitchin' on at me about war crimes an' all... dey just go on and on... Now ya gotta fix 'im, right?" He scratched his helm with a claw.
Then he looked at Novaflame.
"NAILs ain't fer fightin'," he spoke callously to the Neutral Seeker, "They're fer hammerin'. Where's yer stuff? I'll get it with ya."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 30, 2016 22:08:38 GMT
Sky kept his gaze on the con on the ground, making sure he didn't try to run. If he had run, Sky wouldn't have had a choice but to shoot him. He was a smart con though, stayed where he was ordered to and didn't protest much at all. He walked closer to the downed con, not taking his aim off of him. The shots that Wingover had taken before had indeed hit him, but done nothing at all. There were some black spots where the shots had hit, otherwise there was nothing that indicated that anything at all had happened. He had mentally shrugged at the fight that the seeker put up, but it was useless. He was right next to Hexcode now, his optics scanning the con from top to bottom. Noone he could find in his register, neither anyone he recognized from the List. Probably a diehard decepticon then. Typical.
Well then. You can stand up again. I don't want to hurt you as I did to your friend. That was unfortunate but.. It happened. What was your designation again, decepticon?
Sky's voice wasn't hostile, but not freindly either. It was professional, if professionalism had a type of voice. He didn't want to shoot the con unless he really had to, and hoped that no more bullets had to be used, both because of the energon loss that it would cause and because it meant he had to resupply later. Going down o the armory wasn't anything he felt like doing right now, not when Regenesis was in progress. He had to organize the troops, not waste time refilling ammo. The sound of footsteps caught his attention and he looked over at the Neutral seeker. As he listened to what the mech had to say, he smirked behind his battlemask.
There is no point negotiating. He is going back with us. We ahve some questions that we would want to ask. You might get to visit him in prison when he gets better. If you want your gear back, speak with Whirl.
Sky really had nothing else to say to the mech. He wasn't gonna let his prisoner get away that easily. Maybe he knew some juicy con secrets, maybe not. It was worth questioning him though, and this con too. Sky looked down at Hex again as he motioned for him to move forwards. He ccould see the broken body of Wingover on the ground a bit away, leaking energon as Blackjack was preparing to handcuff him. It really was no point in that, Wing wasn't able to run away, not with that damaged frame. He nodded at Whirl when the mech spoke to him, showing that he had heard what he said.
I know, Whirl. We will fix him up when we get back. It isn't wasted resources if we get anything from it...
He vented as a green portal opened again, this time a bit in front of him. He poked Hex gently in the back with his gun to get him to walk towards it. The con really had no choice but to enter if he didn't want to get gunned down. So if the con now walked through, Sky would follow him in, back to the bot base, or a section of it.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 30, 2016 22:42:04 GMT
Wait, I can help fix him up, I do not wish to join him in his cell, but just grant me access to treat him, I am well educated, and I am well versed in seeker anatomy, your medics may not know the complicated systems that our kind have, and I am, I could be wrong, but I would at least like to assist if your medic is good at it. Just allow Whirl to take me to grab my stuff and I will join up here, I would greatly appreciate it, or at least let me have the coordinates for the prison so I may treat him.
Novaflame sighed, he failed to rescue his friend, he was permitted to visit, but he knew that WingOver would be depressed, confined, and deprived of the wide open sky, WingOvers only hope now is that his fellow decepticons break him out, or he breaks out himself.
I am sorry WingOver, I did not wish for this to happen, but I will at least try and treat you, I cannot help you, I lack the back up to help, and I do not wish to be hunted by the Autobots.
Novaflame looks up to Whirl and shouts.
As much as you may insult me for my life choices, I do appreciate your assistance, I accept your offer to assist me in getting my gear out of WingOver's Stasis pod.
Novaflame went and took to the air and lead Whirl to the pod and his stuff and landed on site and got ready to retrieve his gear.
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Post by Whirl on Oct 30, 2016 23:16:10 GMT
Whirl started to kick scrap metal out of the way easily at Novaflame's escape pod. If there hadn't been things in the way Nova wouldn't have needed assistance getting his gear. They were a little way from the others. He'd be heading back to base too, whenever he was done over here.
"Oh, I'm not insultin' ya for ya life choices," he replied, "There's lotsa reasons to be a NAIL. You not got the guts ta fight? You got friends on both sides an' ya think by not choosin', you can somehow keep 'em all together? Or do ya think that not fightin' somehow makes you better'n a monster like me?"
He pulled out some of Novaflame's equipment and handed it over, the single optic that made his face as perfectly unreadable as any Empurata victim.
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 30, 2016 23:42:55 GMT
I choose not to join sides, because I do not want to betray anyone, I also choose not to join the decepticons simply because it was Tarnian Decepticons that murdered my family during the fall of Vos, as well as the fact that Ratchet, Optimus and a bunch of Wreckers that saved my life, and nursed me back to health, both physically and emotionally, and for that I thank the bots who saved me. I just cannot join them, because there was some dirty dealings back in the old days among the Autobots high command. Plus there is the fact that I would have to betray some old friends who wound up joining the Decepticons for their own reasoning. So as you can see, I am really in a bit of a fix here, damned to the pits if I join the Autobots, damned the pits if I join the Decepticons, and hated if I remain Neutral for being Neutral. people have some backwards ideals that neutrals will not fight, We will fight to protect ourselves, and to defend our beliefs, but will never start it, only finish it.
Novaflame finally gets to the pod, and pops it open, and starts equipping his weapons, and putting his gear in his personal storage space. he turns to Whirl and says.
Well, I got my gear, we should head back, if the others do not mind me joining them at the ground bridge, I only intend on assisting with WingOver, I know he is not perfect, and you know him better than me. I am certain he has done a lot of bad things, but he has his reasons. Plus, there is just something about him that I just cannot hate him for, I am not saying it is because we are of the same people, but its something about him, I just feel it in my spark that him and I were meant to meet, like something big will happen, something that our combined skills may be needed to overcome. I am sorry if I am boring you, I told you things as they are with me.
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Post by Whirl on Oct 31, 2016 0:12:09 GMT
"I'm a Wrecker," Whirl told Novaflame, in a funny kind of way that sounded both smug, but also as if he believed there was nothing else about him of any value.
"If ya join the 'bots, at least 'bots won't hate ya. Guess I'm gonna hafta know how you feel, thanks ta 'Con Air' over there," he gestured towards Wingover, "But it ain't like I'm gonna throw my pals to the wind. What, d'ya think people are gonna actually like me if I turned Neutral? Ya can't have ya cake and eat it."
He shrugged lanky shoulders.
"I got me a list. I made it a long time ago, before there was Autobots and Decepticons, and it just turns out that mosta that list is 'cons now. Do ya think I'd've gotten as far down it if I wasn't a 'bot?"
He snickered.
"But don't take my hatin' personal-like. Can't hate you more'n I hate me. An' I can't hate nothin' an' nobody more'n I hate da Functionists. An' nobody knows hatin' like I do."
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Post by Novaflame on Oct 31, 2016 0:34:34 GMT
Novaflame listens to the Lanky Autobot.
Well, that is true, but then I would have to allow them to hurt my oldest friends, and I would be expected to sit and watch as they die one by one, or are robbed of their freedom, they joined because of the Functionists, I didn't know much about them, but they never bothered us either way. But I had seen a few of my friends suddenly coming to me saddened, and mutilated, heads removed and replaced with one not unlike the one you have, hands gone, sometimes made mute by having their voice box removed. It was horrid, they couldn't bring themselves to tell me who did it, but they told me never leave my day job, or they will get me. I never knew what they meant, I now know that it was the functionists they were warning me about and that they had suffered the fate of Empurata.
Novaflame and Whirl returned to where Skyspray, WingOver and the others were.
I have my gear and I am ready to go with you if you will have me, if not, then just give me the coordinates and I will visit WingOver as often as I am permitted.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 18:23:41 GMT
Old Kaon's Quarters, The NemesisKaon sat in the middle of the torn up room. Legs crossed, back hunched over, hand on mouth, finger lightly tapping his face. Kaon was looking at a picture of his former mentor, his sparkmate and a very young Skyspray. His red optics glaring dead into the photo. It had been serval months after Tesla Arc had deserted and it seemed like no one was all that bothered about it. Execpt for Kaon himself. Tesla had to confront Decepticon justice. But where was Tesla? Hiding away in the Autobot base, with his pathetic turbofox pet and Nickel as a hostage. He needed Tesla to come out of his little rabbit hole. But how? There was a beeping coming from his arm. It detected two energy signatures out in Germany. Skyspray and Blackjack. Both traitors. One powerful, the other... pathetic? There was probably a word for what Kaon was thinking, but it was just not coming to him. Kaon looked at the picture of the little family of traitors- save for one- and an idea sprung into his head. Perhaps Telsa put Skyspray under the same conditions he and Array went through while under Telsa's training. Judging by Array's hatred towards Telsa during training, perhaps Skyspray was the same- wanting to kill Telsa. Yet he couldn't as it may have an impact towards his standing as the Autobot's leader. Perhaps Kaon could make a deal. Grabbing his sword, Kaon slammed it down onto the ground, stabbing Telsa. The mech got up onto his pedes and headed out of the room to find the nearest ground bridge. Someone was going to die today. A ground bridge opened up in the area. The ground bridge was actually quite near the group. The ground bridge was clearly had no intention of being sly. It was only a few seconds after, did the Empyrean Suite was being blasted through the comms. Possibly loud enough to activate someone's pstd if they had lived through the grindcore experience. Once the song was being blasted through the comms did Kaon exit the ground bridge. The mech looked around with his red optics. There was many a traitor here. Too bad. None of them were his target. For today at least. Kaon looked straight towards Skyspray and got out his sword, pointing it at him to get the Prime's attention. But he left at the same moment. Damnit. Kaon turned to the others. Mainly Blackjack. "It is now your Kaon's turn to confront Decepticon justice. You know, as much as I, that he has commited crimes against Megatron's laws. Where is he?"Kaon asked with his other hand on the hilt of his other sword, just to be sure mech's like Whirl or Blackjack didn't attack. Whirl was a mad man and was strictly not to be killed as Megatron ordered. And for Blackjack? Well... Skidmark did try to kill him afterall.
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Post by Hexcode on Nov 3, 2016 2:48:32 GMT
There was not much that, Hexcode could do about his situation. Now that he felt like, trying this the hard way. He would only glance at Skyspray for the corner of his optics looking at him with his usual gaze. Upon being told he could rise, Hexcode would, gladly take up the offer merely so he could deprive himself of having to smudge his demeanor and pride any further.
Hexcode would look at WingOver sparingly. He's seen death has far back as he remembers. So although Wing was alive, that fact alone kept him from getting worked up about it. Autobots never do something without a reason. If they did than that Autobot is a moron.
Looking over a Skyspray, he'd begin to speak. "2nd Lead Level Communications Specialist. Master Level Technician Armorer, and, Fabricator. As well as Technological Intelligence and Moderator. Those drones are just my go-to for small jobs. My reputation fluctuates between well known and ghostly depending on who is looking at it. Whether or, not that is any used to you is not my problem. But, in summary. I just build, and lots of it." He'd end it there, not seeing the point of explaining anything else.
From that moment, Hexcode, would have simply stood back, and waited until he was ordered around some more by this Prime he nearly let slip from his membrane. As the gate opened Hex, sighed. Guess he was being taken away for sure now. He didn't hesitate to walk through it, and, wouldn't do anything other than that. Where ever this thing was taking him...
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Post by ShadowZone on Nov 3, 2016 9:12:48 GMT
Well, the capture was becoming more and more a reality that he would have to face if not his imminent demise. BlackJack approached him with the cuffs and WingOver studied them for a moment. The other seemed serious. Even with one of his arms barely attached, the Autobot wanted his servos in there. WingOver didn't move, but let him do the work. All he did do is to give an indication he understood the Autobot's demands, was a nod. He was cooperating by not attempting to fight him was he not? Of course, to fight now would have simply meant getting permanently destroyed. There was no fight to be had. Not with his wings in shambles, a gaping hole in his chest, or the arm that was held in place only by the position that it was in - resting against him. While he waited for BlackJack to proceed in both cuffing him and taking him back to base, his dimmed optics could focus on Hex, the first prisoner that was being taken in. The Prime had plans with him, did he? Perhaps he would exchange him with any of the prisoners the Con may have. They said hope died last. He expected interrogation at the least. Enemies liked to do that to each other. Whirl had not been exactly helpful when he suggested offlining someone right off the bat would be the best course of action! He averted his optics from them. Nova, the Seeker, left to get his gear with the Autobot he'd known before, Whirl, the bot with 'brilliant' ideas. He had not expected neither of them to fight against the ruling and doubted that the Prime would allow too many visiting rights. It sounded funny at least, unreal. The other Con might have had a chance to flee, but that could have resulted in damage or destruction. Instead he was allowing himself to be captured without a single scratch to his chassis. He knew a certain sort that would have found that a horrible offence. It was at about that time that his comm link was flooded with a melody that had him tense up. Decepticons knew the tune. It was one that may have been created with neutral intention but that had been corrupted when the DJD took it as their own. Why had BlackJack taken so long? Sky just disappeared through the portal and Hex had walked through before him! They were safe. He shifted so that his faceplate and help were facing away partially covered now. If the cuffs were on his arms, they would have moved in tandem, or rather the one that was uninjured would have delegated where the other would have to follow, limply. He slumped as if though the damage overload on his system had been great enough to initiate an emergency statis lock. It hadn't but with the Kaon of the DJD there being just another 'offlined' body on the ground was probably preferable. The Kaon was after the traitor. Good. His attention would hopefully remain on that. Sydrone
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Post by Whirl on Nov 3, 2016 21:11:27 GMT
Whirl glanced at the DJD Kaon.
"He's back at base, I guess," he commented, "I figger Spray locked him in the storage closet or somethin'... cos it's a fragload more secure than anythin' else they got there..."
As if any of that would be of any use to a 'con, since the actual location of the Autobot base was obviously an unknown.
Whirl skipped through the portal quickly after Skyspray.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 21:58:43 GMT
Whirl had now left qucikly, which only left three. All of them traitors in his eyes. Blackjack, convicted of treason. Wingover, can't keep his mouth shut. The seeker, possibly convictedmsome crime if he was hanging around these losers. Kaon took the time to analys the situation. The answer was that none of them would lead him to Tesla Arc. Such a shame. Although Wingover seemed to be a interesting find. Lying on the ground. Pretending to be dead. Pathetic!
Kaon made a short step towards the "offlined" body of Wingover, reeled his foot back and swung it forward harshly, intending to cause some form of damage.
"You may not be the target of the DJD today. But you are on The List and this is me giving you a chance to kill yourself before we get to you."
And with that Kaon left through the groundbridge he entered. Back to the Nemesis.
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Post by Novaflame on Nov 4, 2016 2:48:51 GMT
Novaflame was panicked, he has heard of Kaon, and he has declared that he was now on Kaon's list, he knelt before WingOver, he was able to try and fix him now, though he was seriously starting to think it would be best to join the autobots, now that Kaon has shown up and declared him a traitor of a faction he was never even apart of.
Blackjack, I need you to allow me to come with you, that way I can assist with fixing up WingOver, and I do not want Kaon getting his grubby servos on him, since I am helping WingOver by treating his wounds, he may come after me, I am starting to think it may be better that I become an Autobot, since you guys at least seem to treat your prisoners better than they do, I want to be able to work with them, maybe work as a prison psychiatrist, that way they can have a chance at changing their ways. WingOver, you told me it was best I get the protection of a team, well, I think this is the best way I can survive out here, I will use my own ship as a mining station for the Autobots, and I can have access to your cell as needed to work with you. It is the least I can do for you with the current situation, if I am going to potentially get on the DJD's bad side, I may as well do it with the support of a team that will not betray me. he checked over WingOver before awaiting Blackjacks answer.
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Sydrone
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Sky's little helper.
Autobot
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Post by Sydrone on Nov 10, 2016 19:31:25 GMT
Blackjack would just scowl at Kaon before the member of the DJD left. He had been this close to leaping at the Decepticon where he stood. he restrained himself, not wanting to cause an incident in this situation. He just cuffed WingOver, slung him not-so-carefully over his shoulder and walked through the groundbridge nodding to novaflame as he did so Fine. Do what you want.
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Post by ShadowZone on Nov 10, 2016 20:03:02 GMT
When the foot came in contact with the battered body of the WingOver, he did not make much of a sound. His body may have tensed, and the kick only increased the damage to the already battered side, but the seeker remained quiet. He wasn't feigning most of it. He no longer had the strength to move all that much, and his optics had been dimmed down to conserve energy. The rattling from his vent persisted each time air was rushed towards his cooling systems as well as when it was rushed out again. The DJD left him with the news he had hoped he would not hear. He had always hoped that the incident would have remained a secret, forgotten, erased from memory, that nobody would have learned of his slip up, especially not the DJD. Well, just as he thought that his wish had been granted Kaon made sure to let him know that it was far from so. He was on the list. He felt the chill. It was no secret what awaited those that were on it, it wasn't just mere death.
He may have been aware of the Neutral coming to him to check him and even of him speaking to Blackjack, but he did not follow what was said.
He grit his denta when he was slung over Blackjack's shoulder but other than that, continued to make little protest and noise. It was not to be expected from an Autobot, no matter their origin, to be gentle. Perhaps sometime during that time he'd have slipped into recharge too. And then they were through the ground bridge , leaving the area where he had hoped he could have gotten his alt mote easily.
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