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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 26, 2017 21:48:23 GMT
:: There should be a panel on the wall somewhere. Lots of levers and switches. Try that one. Should be marked. Should be an order in which you're to turn it on. Usually's left to right. Levers first, switches second. After that, the screens should start flickering on. Before you do any of that.. just make sure that all the cables are where they ought to be..plugged in. Check that there's no damage you can see, and well obviously, check for rust, just in case. Any open 'sores', let me know. If there's none start it up.:: WheelSpin sent over the comm, momentarily focused more on the inquiry he was given than the Prime he approached. ::The design is usually pretty standard. Think your ship, just a bit bigger and you don't need to fly it, just turn it on. Oh and as soon as you start it up, the feed from the surveillance systems should start supplying the screens with direct video. If that's happening, then it's working.:: He reminded himself that predacons probably weren't as adept to using technology of this sort as cybertronians and the like were. ::This used to be a titan, a living thing, so it's a little more frame type of design, than just a machine with no spark.:: Ok, he was really done talking now. The sooner he got back to base the sooner he could straighten, buff and polish - well after others were taken care of. He exvented. He was tired. Feenixfire Lockheart
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Post by autobotsabre on Oct 28, 2017 23:02:16 GMT
Sabre sighed, a long drawn out sound that came from compressors in his chest until it trickled out of his intake as a horribly conflicted noise. One which reflected his inner thoughts as the 'former' Elite Guard member's gaze roamed over Empresse's form. His optics unable to look away as he searched for anything that would threaten him, and allow him to pull the trigger of his scatterguns to leave a cooling corpse where a once living being existed.
Eventually it became clear he couldn't though. Empress was injured, unable to fight in any way that would be a threat unless he underestimated her to a lethal extent. That wasn't enough to pull the trigger. Not when a usually silent part in his processor whispered to him not to fire.
It was a sentimental part. A section that still remembered his first love, a femme beastformer that was so different from the Decepticons he slaughtered when he was younger. She'd been something exotic an entirely physical experience that brought enjoyment when everything else brought only suffering and pain. It hadn't lasted naturally, he was a soldier addicted to the cause even when he couldn't find a reason to keep on fighting, while she was like the seas constantly shifting and unwilling to stay still. Sometimes he wished she left him entirely, unchanged from the mech he'd been before their meeting.
Now when he looked at a female beastformer, he froze. Their unique traits causing him to delay when anyone else would find a spread of bullets in their head or a blade in their sparkchamber. It was sexist and racist, yet he couldn't find a way to hate her for it.
As such when Sabre rose his servo to his audio receptors it wasn't to report another dead corpse, instead he connected with the medcentre. "This is Sabre, reporting in. I have an injured femme here, she's largely immobile." Then as though questioning things for a second Sabre tilted his head to the side. "Any medic listening in, note I could be wrong about the sex, she's in beast mode. Her form seems to resemble a minor drake, I think, possibly a deer with wings. I can't tell, I'm not even sure it matters right now. The injured appears to be missing limbs, energon stains suggest she possessed hind legs but the damage is serrated and I can't see a connection point to confirm. Front legs aren't much better, visibly crippled. Much of the front is penetrated or just gone and I can identify blunt damage to her wings, they don't look capable of holding any weight. The rest of the bodies in similar condition, most of her armour's been peeled away. I'll be honest she looks like she should be dead. I can't transport her. Not when I'm worried parts will start falling off without something to hold her in place. We need a medic or specialized transport." Empress influx
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Post by RedOptics on Oct 29, 2017 1:00:14 GMT
Then femme let out a hardy laugh at Thunder’s confession, the disbelief heartbreakingly clear on her face. ”Listen, mech. I’m not in the mood for jokes right now.” dia hissed, then looked to Whirl.
”I know how to walk, thanks.” She huffed, continuing to push forward and limped closer to the base. It would take a while until she got there, but was determined nonetheless. She had to check on Aqua. It was a Mother’s duty.
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Post by Thunder on Oct 29, 2017 1:22:59 GMT
"Wait Diamond!" He called out, "It wasn't a joke, I'm really--" It was then where that spindly looking helicopter guy showed up asking if they needed help, "I'm fine, go check on anyone who's injured. Dia wait up!"
Thunder then ran after Dia, insistent on actually getting her to realize he was telling the truth. Thunder also ignored WS's comm, as he was just asking the same thing as Whirl was.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Oct 29, 2017 7:34:03 GMT
":: Vatimus, Wheelspin. We got it working! He lives! Haha! We are open for business! Lets get this place turned into our new base.::" A comm came through from Feenixfire, sounding very happy! In the distance, the lights start to turn on from the dormant Titan, however the titan wouldn't wake up, the spark was dead, but power still surged inside the Titan, enough to make a home for the Autobots. WheelSpin @vatimusprime
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Post by Whirl on Oct 29, 2017 22:06:16 GMT
"What am I; Your frikkin' Madic?" Whirl snapped his claws at Thunder, and headed back to Metroplex.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Oct 30, 2017 21:33:41 GMT
Vating looked down at Wheelspin as he stood back up. He wasn't in too much pain, a few explosions would only really scratch him up a ton afterwards. Might be good to check to make sure nothing internal was too banged up though. "I can transform just fine. Make your way back to the base and see to the wounded." With that, he transformed and drove off towards the base, a little slower than usual as one Tire seemed to not want to work as well as the others, but other than that, fine.
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 30, 2017 22:15:11 GMT
Wheelspin nodded to Vating at the order, "Yes, sir." though he still gave him a sceptical once over. Once he saw him transform, which was a good indication that he was at least not injured to a point of inability to do something of the sort, he turned to head back. He watched Vating drive for a moment or two before he transformed as well. He revved his engine and was racing back towards the base once more. He was not going at the usual speed however, saving some of the energy for the work he expected he would need to do before final recharge. He heard several messages over the comm as he drove. One (the first) message went via the autobot public comm (probably), the other private to him and Vating. The first one made him pause. The description was remarkably similar to someone he had encountered earlier, down to near every detail of her damage report. He thought she went offline when he left the body there though. Perhaps there was another, of a similar frame design that had also hit the ground hard. The damage could be sustained by anyone who has come from the ships right before they crashed. Really, it could be anyone. :: Wheelspin responding.:: He paused, half tempted to suggest to check her vitals again or check whether she was missing a horn, but decided against it. ::Help will be coming soon. Send your coordinates to this frequency.:: He sent him Feenixfire's comm information, since he still needed to get the one that could connect them directly to the control room. autobotsabreHe felt some relief at the one sent by Feenixfire. The control room was up and working. That was one worry off their chassis. :: Good job! Can you monitor the surveillance footage in case anything unusual pops up? We're returning. Oh and.. can you send a medic and..or specialised transport, with an escort of autodrones, to the coordinates you'll get from Sabre. He's discovered a patient with extreme level of damage. Check with the Prime if needed.:: It could be safer not to send medics out in the open where they could be exposed to potential danger in case the Decepticons did not fully leave the area. Feenixfire Lockheart Vatimus PrimeHe entered the garage.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Oct 31, 2017 19:44:55 GMT
":: Already on it Wheelspin! Got Whirl to take my ship to whatever coordinates... SABRE??? MY PRIMUS IS THAT WRECKER STILL KICKING!::"
Laughing could be heard, boy she felt her age now.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 1, 2017 11:15:03 GMT
A slightly larger shape is now descending rapidly out of the sky. It's Feenixfire's ship - it can help carry everybody back to Metroplex at once, including ground-pounders and those who are injured. The approach seems almost insane but the landing is as gentle as a kiss from your sister. He lands in front of Empress and autobotsabre. Whirl jumps out of the seat, "I'm here ta save da day!" he tells them, "Anybody needin' a life? Load 'em up!"
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Post by RedOptics on Nov 1, 2017 21:52:59 GMT
Dia growled impatiently, whirling around to face Thunder with a pained scowl, ”You honestly think I’m in the mood for your bull?! The mech who killed my mate nearly clipped my wings for good, and is still alive! You think this is all a game?!” She roared, looming over him before turning away to sputter energon from her mouth, then proceed with her journey back, letting off the occassional grunt of agonizing effort as she walked.
”I need to check up on my sparklin, I need to know if Aquahaze isn’t wounded...” She hissed, clenching her jaw as she pushed herself to move faster.
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Post by Thunder on Nov 1, 2017 22:07:27 GMT
Thunder stopped in his tracks, helm lowering and venting sadly.
"Right...why would she believe me?" He asked himself, "Just some misfit who tried to be a hero."
Thunder then raised his helm and began to think to himself.
Doesn't matter, danger's passed and I've got to find a way back home. Though it's not like I can just walk up to someone and ask them if they have an interdimensional teleporter. They don't even have Unicron, I doubt they'd have those. Okay focus, Thunder, next plan. Place to go. I'm not interested in fighting this universe's war, but there are innocent people here, refugees who don't want any part of this. I can't just leave them here...I won't.
He then headed towards the Command station
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Post by Shadowstrike on Nov 4, 2017 22:21:45 GMT
The moment Sabre saw the incoming transport he couldn't help but sigh, he'd seen such driving enough times that guessing the driver was easy enough. Whirl's piloting had a certain style that very few people could replicate and even fewer who wanted to do so. After all very few had any intention of putting themselves in danger numerous times for no real reason. Regardless though, Sabre knew enough about Whirl and his skills that as the mech came into landing he didn't flinch, despite how close the vehicle looked to crashing out of the sky. For all the danger the landing had appeared to posses Sabre appeared unphased.
Though he did consider firing both of his guns when he heard the other mech's voice. Since Whirl just possessed one of those voices that demanded their owner be shot multiple times and thrown into the orbit of the nearest sun. Luckily for the mech however with centuries of fighting with both the best and worst of Cybertron, Sabre along with many other Autobot's had a tolerance to not kill the other flier. As such despite how tempting it was Sabre was quick to enter the ship, so he could grab a stretcher before he began lifting Empress onto the ship.
His attention centered mostly on the sky looking for any possible threats even as he sealed the transports door close. ::Feenix, I wasn't aware you'd been transferred here.::
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Post by Empress on Nov 5, 2017 5:47:10 GMT
More noises coming from the mech in front of her. More gibberish. More confusion. It was always going to be more from this point on. As a relic from some past falling into forgotten memories, Empress was a stranger to such change. Just as Sabre was a stranger to her. The way he looked at her, that determination turned into reminition. The expressions were unfamiliar to her and because of this she disliked it. The one thing she could gather from the interaction was that he was to decide her fate. His permitting of her continued existence left that fate unclear. Picking up on his reluctance to execute her, the beast raised her optical ridges. There was recognition there, knowledge of a feeling based on instinct. She could tell that the previous tension had seemingly faded. She could tell. How?The question throbbed at the back of her mind, begging to be answered. There was not enough thought to answer it. Empress continued to stare, some part of her forming conscience trying to decipher the situation. Trying to figure out Sabre. She huffed at him and bared her teeth again, though this time the threat wasn't really there. A new sound increasing from faint to unbearable created a wince upon her features. She snarled at Sabre once again, a demand to make him stop. Of course it wasn't really his fault. He was only responsible for making a call to save her. This new thing in the environment made her unsure at first and then fearful. The roar of transport engines shook the already fragile building. Her claws feebly dug into debris. Empress let out a faint hiss as the ship's shadow fell upon the pair. As it began to land she braced herself for more pain that did not already exist within her. There was no new pain. Just delicacy. The voice that came from different speakers was another story. If she had the fortune of turning off her audios, she wouldn't be whining in the first place. Sabre had entered the bowels of the ship, leaving the predacon in the company of none. She briefly felt triumphant until the realization of death without aid settled in. A deep yowl rattled from her vocoder, calling for the conflicted stranger. Sabre had returned with a strange platform in tow. The following moments were almost as unpleasant as receiving the injuries themselves. Empress whined and snarled and growled as her form and detached parts were placed upon the stretcher. Any servo that strayed to close to her muzzle was guaranteed to meet her dentas. The shifting of her form brought to life faded pains and sent the faint ones ablaze. Chronic pains reached new levels of unbearable. Her gaze began to dull once more. Her systems were unable to deactivate any of the sensors within her body, so her processor sent her into stasis again. Empress nearly looked as dead as she felt. Whirl autobotsabre
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Post by Whirl on Nov 5, 2017 11:35:18 GMT
Whirl helped Sabre lifting the snarling Empress into the ship. His movements looked jerky and awkward, but at least for Empress, he treated her as delicately as a blossom as anybody who wanted a quick flight back to base boarded the small ship. He put the stretcher down on the ship and tapped lightly on Empress's chest with a claw. Technically the stretcher should be buckled down to the floor to keep it from moving around. Of course it was completely impossible for Whirl to do this so an Autotrooper sent with him did it instead, "Looks like you're in agony, babe," he told Empress. His obnoxious voice sounded almost cheerful, "Don't grease yourself up; Whirl always saves da day! He's here right now! Hell, I'm Whirl! You really lucked out, huh?!"He watched her fading into unconsciousness. "Now I bet it hurts pretty bad right now, babe, but if ya don't stay awake ya won't be able to enjoy da flight," he told her sharply, and hopped back into the pilot's seat, "Hey, I know how ta wake ya up! Everybody buckled up like dey should be?!" The 'Seatbelts Fastened' sign blinked on. He waited a bare few seconds for this to be accurate - anybody who knew of Whirl even in the slightest would also know that doing this was exceptionally important. With an abrupt slam into gear, the ship took off with a screech of gears and thrusters. The angle was almost vertical. "So," he spoke to autobotsabre calmly, "You know Feen?"Whirl, having turned to lean on the back of the seat casually to speak, hadn't bothered - or been capable - of strapping himself down, and was currently steering with one foot. With a twitch of the foot, he pulled the ship into a tight loop-de-loop, before levelling out again - although if Sabre looked out of the window he would realise they were currently flying upside down. Whirl's grip on his own seat was what prevented him from falling out of it.
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Post by autobotsabre on Nov 5, 2017 23:02:28 GMT
Upon entering the ship it was quickly clear that the upcoming flight would be a test of patience, though that was hardly unexpected with the existence of Whirl having cemented that fact. As even the Autotrooper who settled Empress down with Sabre's help looked ready to kill the ex-cop. Though that was hardly unexpected since the mech had likely been with the current pilot for hours.
For a moment Sabre was unsure whether to wince in sympathy for his fellow mech or grin at the look of consideration the Autotrooper gave Whirl's back every few seconds. It wasn't a friendly look by any means. In fact Sabre had considered the same thing as his ally before, and it was always interesting to see anyone else do so. In the end the Autotrooper decided against doing what by all means was probably rather reasonable, giving a firm shake of his head before he turned his back on the scene of Whirl talking to Empress. Who now having been restrained in the center of the transport was dwarfed by the mech, who seemed to gain some perverse pleasure from the position as he tapped his clawed digits against the Predacon's wrecked form.
In response Sabre glanced away, his eyes settling on the other Autobot yet again while his left servo twitched in anger. All he could do was distract himself as he watched the autotrooper sit down, heavy metal restraints following him as they landed on his shoulders and sealed him into his seat. While Sabre activated mag-locks in his pede's which was almost instantaneous. By the time he'd done so Whirl had left Empress and started the ship sending it almost vertical in a movement that set the femme jolting against her restraints.
While seemingly ignoring the damage he'd done Whirl began to speak to the ex-elite guard member, who in return ignored him as he twisted to look through the viewplane. Allowing Sabre a clear view of just how ridiculous Whirl's piloting was, even as the Predacon's form continued to buckle against the restraints.
By the time Whirl had decided to launch into a loop-de-loop, before orientating upside down he'd had enough. In less than the time it took for a human to blink his arms where raised, dual scatterblasters aimed at the other Autobot's torso at what was near enough point blank range. While the glare he sent in the following moment proclaimed all his anger at the situation, even as he spoke in a voice way too calm for a mech considering murder. "Let me make this rather clear, I have very little patience for people like you. We currently have an injured person on board, and though I find myself caring little for whether they end up getting repaired or interrogated, I care much more so for having someone die will under my watch because the pilot was an incompetent idiot. So either learn to pilot that thing straight, or I do the galaxy a favor in rectifying the mistake of your existence and then take over. Personally I prefer the second choice."
The Autotrooper pretended nothing was happening.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 6, 2017 8:11:44 GMT
The speaker crackles a bit before Feenix comms in, this was HER ship and she could hear the pair bickering inside.
":: Whirl... Remember this ship is Gear's ship and such... MINE! So I am not a fan of blood splattered captain chairs and such or a crashed ship!If this thing gets crashed I'm making you both pair it piece by piece.::"
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Post by Whirl on Nov 6, 2017 11:12:03 GMT
"Oh, okay, Feen," Whirl sounded like a petulant child. The Autotrooper sitting next to Sabre grimaced and gripped his seat. Still not turning to face the window, Whirl kicked the ship into a nose-dive. The ship continued in its apparent death-spiral for bout thirty seconds, and he turned to Sabre, "Seriously," he addressed the mech holding the gun, "Are you suggestin' dat with me as your pilot you are in some way not perfectly safe?"He pulled the ship up about 100 feet off the ground and continued its flight horizontally. This time the flight was as gentle as a cloud. "Because I resent dat," he told Sabre, tilting his head so that his optic became a thin line of a glare as he held the plane perfectly level, not even looking at the controls. "Seriously, man?" the Autotrooper spoke to Sabre, still holding on to his seat, "Firing weapons inside a little ship like this? At the pilot? Even if it is Whirl? That's even more gonna get us killed!" Whirl was crazy, but he was the best pilot alive. Whirl reached out with a lanky arm and pushed Sabre's gun away from his torso casually, "Honestly, dey don't call me da best flier alive fer my excellent command of social graces an' stunnin' good looks." The computer blinked something at him, and he turned back around to face the controls again, "Oh, we're nearly dere."( autobotsabre Empress To the Metroplex Garage!)
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 7, 2017 12:41:50 GMT
There was a reason Vatimus drived, and when he looked up... That was some of the worst show-offish flying he had ever seen. It was definitely a good thing he drove himself. He was almost at the garage now and would soon be entering it. He had to get to debriefing his soldiers sooner rather than later.
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Post by RedOptics on Nov 7, 2017 15:57:58 GMT
::Feenixfire, Diamond here. I’m coming for my sparkling, please hold onto him a little longer until I get there.:: Dia strained through the comm, continuing her commute to the base as best she could, eventually using her unarmed scythe as a walking stick.
”Damn... can’t be getting this old already...” She grunted to herself, growling.
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