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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 14, 2018 23:52:46 GMT
The beast lumbered through the landscape as the rust cleared, relieved that none of the particles were invading his systems anymore. Extrius snorted a bit of flame to rid any remaining debris then looked around, sniffing the air. Synum wasn’t paying much attention, but eventually was confused as to why he stopped and looked over his crown.
Extrius no doubt saw a small duo Synum’s size walking through the wasteland, looking rather discombobulated. The beast stood his ground, but the little femme hopped onto the ground.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 15, 2018 0:38:55 GMT
Skyflare marched past them without a second glance, obviously extremely agitated. Backdraft, however, looked toward the femme,
"You need energy? Follow us and pray it's still there."
The two continued past them.
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 15, 2018 0:50:56 GMT
Synum simply hesitated, looking up to Extrius, who's gaze followed the two before he scooped the femme up with his nose and continued after them. They were desperate at that point, needing some form of energon before their bodies shut down.It didn't mean he automatically trusted them fully, but seeing as they weren't exactly on the good side of hte bots, it was enough for them to have something in common.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 15, 2018 9:08:27 GMT
WheelSpin nodded as reports came in about the direction the bots were going. :: Keep on them. :: He sent before his focus was back on the injured. He had grown to like the Autodrones. They were simple creatures, by no means meaning that they were not intelligent, but they did not try to rebel at every turn. Of course he was a bit of a hypocrite. He had disagreed with the orders he had been given in the past, but he still followed them. He did not 'skip town' the moment things got heated. The pair, the femme and her guardian, would have been given a better chance if the twins had not meddled and ruined it. But that was water under the bridge now. Things were as they were. He sent a report to Vating, with clips of what had happened, of the disobedience that the twins had shown and finally of them deserting. Vatimus Prime This of course was not the only thing sent. The report contained the fight with Tarn, the damage he had sustained, as well as others, the wherabouts of them as of currently and finally the damage that the building had sustained too. He knew that was his failure and Vating would see only that, but he could not omit it. If the Prime came now he'd have seen it and then what? Wonder how it transpired, think he hid something from him, be more dissatisfied than he already was going to be? Probably all of the above. "Here. You're done." He patted the drone on his shoulder lightly. "Take it easy for now. If your shoulder joint gives you any trouble, come to me." He smiled at him as the other nodded and began to get up. When the remaining drones had been repaired he returned to survey the repairs done to the building. He sighed. They should have planned for this to happen. The body count was there too. Several of the drones crushed. He did not know whom Tarn had thought was a deserter from his side or whether he had just come to wreck havoc with that excuse. He didn't know. "We'll recycle them for repairs." He finally said, something that they always did. The most damaged and non salvageable things would be melted down and become part of the defences, the numbers of those that had been sacrificed, engraved on them. The rest would live once more, if on a different body. He walked to the opening that had now grown smaller and gazed out. One of the drones came up to stand beside him. "..GearShift." A nickname he'd given the drone. "I'll need your assistance in clearing the rust out of my frame. Buff and polish." The Drone nodded. He retreated back into the confines of the building and sat down. The tools needed for what he wanted done were placed on a small tray. He leaned back and dimmed his optics, closing them. He was still receptive of any notifications, comms and reports from his drones, he was just trusting the refinery to run itself for a while. The guards were still set up of course, and the insistent banging suggested the repairs of the upper floors would continue on.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 15, 2018 19:49:29 GMT
After Aquahaze's carier returned ShadowZone left the base. The supplies of energon were not low yet, but transport of them from the refinery would not hurt, in particular as the base was deeper within the area controlled by the Autobots and would thus be safer than if it remained where it currently was. Anyway, it had been something that had been done over a period of time, so this was nothing new.
He flew towards the refinery, ignoring the rust that filled the air, having shut the shafts into which it could have been sucked. The flight had mostly been uneventful, low to the ground. He'd scanned the area once or twice as he went on, only to check for any chance of enemy trying to sneak into the area.
Right before he came, he commed in, announcing his arrival. Then he flew towards the roof entrance, or what was left of the roof, transformed mid flight and landed within the confines of the building. His optics scanned the destruction and he looked questionably towards the small car frame.
"What happened here?" He inquired, before he stepped forward to assist at lifting one of the bigger blocks that could then be welded into place. Perhaps he could help here first, before he returned. His wings flattened back, no other words having been spoken after that.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 15, 2018 20:01:35 GMT
"Tarn." The flashy racer answered, feeling and looking a lot more presentable than before. He watched the flier work and then turned to scan their surroundings again. He checked in with the rest of the troop stationed at various locations. He was awaiting the Prime's response. He did not pretend to believe that justice would be served. Of course had he been more stubborn he would have shot the twins out of the sky and had them put in custody until the Prime was there. Instead he had allowed them to escape.
Under Skyspray Prime, penalty for desertion would have been drastic, probably death, but what would the new Prime do about such a heinous crime? Would he allow his judgement be affected, swayed, or would he find it for what it was? He did not know and it was not in his servos now. Whatever the Prime would choose, would be what would happen. There would be no point in arguing either. It would change little.
He glanced up at where the hole remained, being though slowly sealed. The refinery would not look as fine as it might have in its best days, and the design was now more 'domey' than it was straight. But the walls supported each other, reinforced, tougher than before. Perhaps he could designate sections to conceal larger weapons, cannons perhaps or other types of guns, that could be controlled and shot by whoever sat at their helm. That way they would have enabled themselves a far better defence than what they had so far.
Thick walls could take a battering, but they could not shoot back. He was no engineer, but he would try his best to build something that might assure survival of more bots under his command. "I'll need you to retrieve something for me." He turned towards the flier, who was just supporting a much broader block of metal wall above his helm. "I'll wait."
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 15, 2018 20:16:14 GMT
As that part had been welded into its new location, and more support had been added on, the construction taking on an interesting, almost chaotic feel, the flier turned to look down at the race frame. He waited for the sergeant to tell him what his orders were. His expression remained impassive, blank. He might not have cared for non flier frames in the past, and he still did not. It was just that he did not care to show his dislike. The feeling might have been mutual between the two and yet now, they acted as soldiers. It was a job, work, not a popularity contest either of them needed to win.
He watched the autodrones briefly as they continued with their work, layer after layer of metal, molded into place, to make blasting the top so much harder next time. There were areas where space was left, so that those within could see and fire at the enemy, but those spaces had also been reinforced, so as to protect the shoother behind them.
He turned back to WheelSpin and waited, his only indication that he was ready, was a simple, light, nod.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 15, 2018 20:29:16 GMT
"I need you to retrieve any salvageable ship guns that can be spared here." He paused as he commed the autodrones below to bring some of the energon that was to be transported back to base. It had been processed and was ready for delivery. He transferred the data of the weapons he needed via comm, to to the jet. He could draw up a plan on where he would place them, to best flank and defend his current location. He kept himself busy while he waited for Vating to respond to his report.
Once the autodrones arrived they came in with the containers wherein the energon sloshed in its liquid form. The flier was told to transform so that the amount that he was capable of carrying would be loaded up into his storage.
"Bring one at a time if you must, some smaller guns as well that we can switch from place to place." He paused. "We will need more material for frame repairs soon as well. Get that later."
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 15, 2018 20:39:16 GMT
After he had transformed and opened the hatches to have the energon loaded into the spare space, he waited as silent as before. He stored the data sent, jotted the orders down into his memory and just waited till he could take off again. When an autodrone gave him an all clear, while the rest moved away the hatches slid shut. His engines started up, which may not have been as pleasant in the confined space, but never the less it would do.
With his thrusters lifting him vertically, he hoovered for a moment and then, flew out of the refinery and back towards Iacon from where he had come.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 15, 2018 20:49:17 GMT
Wheelspin watched him leave then turned back to the plans and ideas, the settings and possibilities that he had to take into account until the flier returned. He walked to the opening to look outside, mapping out the sections of the buildings nearby as much as the one he was in now. He had some old scans from before, and those he began to combine with the few new ideas that he had.
Then he moved in again and sat down. He was tired, fed up. He touched his servo to his helm. He reached into his subspace and exvented. Right. He had given his energon container to that beast former. He had half a mind to ask one of the drones to fetch it for him, and then, changing his mind, went to do it himself. Descending into the darkness of the lower floors, his headlights switched on to guide his way.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 16, 2018 4:50:23 GMT
It was a good while later that the jet had been seen again. It slowed down once near the refinery then lowered it's load that it had been carrying through the hole in the roof. Once it had been safely deposited he began to descend. With a touch down his engines shut down, and he waited as autodrones began to pick and carry various weapons into the confines of their 'fortress', along with it also taking some of the materials that were meant for the medic bay. The flier waited patiently as this was all done.
They would eventually need new fighters, new autodrones or autobots, however for those he could contact the tower and ask for some to be sent to defend the refinery. The area would be scanned and searched for anything useful as well, although most had been affected by the long exposure to the rust storms and they would need to go deeper and hope that they might uncover something that was still salvageable enough. They'd done it before.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 16, 2018 5:24:09 GMT
"Good." The racer been sorting his makeshift medbay out when the new parts arrived. The area where it was stationed had been reinforced. The walls thick and there were several of them one after another, making that section almost like a bunker within a bunker, and further so. There had been several lines of defences even there. Areas where the fighters could retreat in and defend, before they would need to proceed further. There was one main exit/entrance and then, as he had designed it, another, that was concealed. The last was an emergency one, so as to make sure that if everything would have gone horribly wrong, they still could retreat. The areas which had the machinery to purify and prepare energon and make it acceptable for consumption were similarly reinforced and protected. They, just as the medbay had another thing that WheelSpin had set up if the worst possible scenario came to be. The ability to self destruct. Everything had been set up so that the command could be triggered whether from within or from a distance and would have charges destroy what might have served the enemy. It would have been obliterated. it was a somber thought that any such thing might be necessary. Still, nothing could be left to chance.
Even the halls that lead to this place had been redesigned with the 'street fighting' type war in mind. Sections of them offered protection against the aggressor. From one side the attacker would be exposed, and from that same, the defender could have cover from which they would be able to lay the fire into the enemy.
He looked up as new materials were brought to him and nodded. "Thank you." He directed where they would be deposited and stored. The refinery had been a busy 'ants nest' since the fighting had been over. Its defences have been strengthened and now it would be armed, able to defend itself once the need arose. There were autodrones that had been chosen for certain field of expertise they had, that wasn't simply - point and shoot - and those had been very helpful since the beginning.
He got up once the medbay was stocked up, and walked towards where ShadowZone was waiting. More things still needed to be done.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 16, 2018 5:50:56 GMT
When Wheelspin arrived up top ShadowZone was already standing, his wings folded at his back. His engines were cooling. He had briefly used his long range scanner and stored the collected data in his processor for further analysis. He had located several signatures and they were marked down as well. When he heard the movements of the autodrones suggesting that a higher ranked bot had arrived he turned to look in the direction of said sound.
His optics paused on the shiny frame. "...Awaiting your orders." Was all he had said, his tone as monotone as was usual.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 16, 2018 10:54:32 GMT
"Lets mount one of the cannons you brought, first." He paused glancing in the direction of the piece. "We'll have you retrieve some more, after. Have you spotted any hostiles?" He had seen him gaze out and wanted to know whether there was reason for concern or not. None of the other outodrones reported it, but never the less.
He could hear the storm pick up again. The rust particles were everywhere, while their quantity diminished the deeper one went into their building, they still remained. It was like trying to keep the sand from your home, your equipment, your frame, when it was just about everywhere. It worked, when the winds were not blowing and the storms were tamer, but once they went out to show their true might, it was usually just not enough.
He checked on the progress on the roof and nodded. It was nearly complete. It should do by far better against the onslaught of attacks now, than it had before. The entrance had been made as such, that it could fall shut while several layers of metal would have sealed it snug and allow it to last for at least a while. "Alright. Detachment 4923AD4 B and S, you can take a break, refuel, recharge. Detachment 40345DT B and S, you're on." The two groups of autodrones switched, the builders heading for the sections of the walls that still needed welding, the surveillance team switching off with the previous.
When they notified him that they were ready to mount the cannon, he indicated ShadowZone to come with. And then, the rebuilding and the fortification continued.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 16, 2018 11:06:28 GMT
"Spotted 3-4 signatures. Not Decepticons." Was the answer before the flier moved to follow where he was needed. He helped lift and hold the gun in place while the swivel on which it was mounted was built into the wall. The hole had been just right, designed to measurement of the gun and now the final piece, it would seal it while at the same time provide safety. It's current location would the broader range of the front of the building, while being capable of raining down fire at anybody daring to approach the building in an attempt to get to the lower or upper main entrance.
When the gun was mounted they continued on the next project that needed to be realised, be it the walls, be it the surveillance or the defences. It was going to take a while still. The guns had been masked by the simplest of holo devices and a mechanism that let them sit low until needed, at which time they would slide up higher to get a better range, ready for service.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 16, 2018 18:34:07 GMT
"I see... Thank you, flier." It took them a while longer before they were relatively done. There was still going to be some work to do, but the roof and top floor have been rebuilt, the walls strengthened, the surveillance improved on, as much as the defence systems. It was an ongoing project, it would continue to be.
"Alright. I'll ask you to retrieve the rest of what we have on the list and what's left we will leave for tomorrow." He stretched a bit. "If I'm not here when you are back.....No, wait, I will be. Just heading out to scout now that the storm's gone down." He turned to look at the autodrones. "Builders, dismissed, surveillance, change shift. Keep on the look out."
With that done he eyed the flier. "....I hate to say this but, care to drop me off?" ShadowZone had been loaded up with more energon that could be transported back to base for convenience and storage. Of course energon would be held in the refinery as well, but that was the supply meant to provide for the tower and the forces invading into Decepticon territory.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 16, 2018 19:00:09 GMT
The jet nodded slowly and then took hold of the smaller frame. He turned towards the exit, waiting for the various slide doors to open before flying out. His thrusters began to carefully lower them to the ground and one he made a touch down he bend down to lower the racer onto the ground. He had been careful, both at how he held him, and now that he had set him down. He was well aware on how upset the other would be should an accidental scratch grace his frame.
With nothing much else that he needed to do now, he transformed and left the racer standing there alone. There was a light breeze that carried rust about, but for the most part the current area appeared quite tame and calm compared to earlier.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 16, 2018 19:17:24 GMT
Once on the ground Wheelspin transformed. His engine revved up while his tyres skidded on the ground, throwing up more of the rust that had accumulated in a thin layer there. A charge went over his frame and this made the rather colourful paintjob suddenly quite different. He had opted for the solid red and black striped design that would stand out less in the rusty environment. With that out of the way he shot forward across the well known section of the terrain. He had crossed his part a hundred times already, probably. And while he intended to scout further than he had reached before, the part which was safe and known, would be best to test his limits and have his engine have some exercise for once.
His speed picked up, kicking up more rust, passing piles of bent metal, burnt and melted sections with old holes from various calibre of shots. He continued, faster as his frame began to shift just a little to improve his aerodynamic design and to keep his tyres even more firmly planted on the ground. He'd gone faster still so that he could feel every abnormality of the ground that he drove on and that eventually stopped him from going as fast as his spark had desired. Still his speed was nothing to scoff about, and would have been considered foolish and dangerous generally for the type of terrain where it had been reached in.
He did a few sharp turns, his 'wings' rising, to cause more of a downforce and keep his aft from skidding ahead first.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 19, 2018 23:45:23 GMT
Wheelspin continued with the inspection of the area close to the border with the Decepticon side. He had slowed down while nearing it, and kept more on the lookout for any enemies that perchance would have reared their heads around there. He had transformed a few times, to wait, walk, scan and test a particular area, before continuing. Gathering data was useful and the place seemed reasonably quiet.
He glanced briefly towards the direction from where he had come. He could feel his chassis and how much it had warmed up due to the stress he had put the engine through, testing the limits that the ground here allowed. He knew he would be returning soon. Already he could spot a storm raging off to his left. It was coming closer fast.
He studied the distance to the refinery and frowned. Perhaps finding a short term shelter would have been a better idea. Well, most of what he wanted to check had been done. The pathways had been tested, and he was assured the enemy kept, at least for the moment, to their own side. There was no sign of Tarn either, which suggested the Decepticon had gone back or at least the probability of him not being in the area was greater.
He slipped into one of the abandoned what were once buildings and sat down. He picked a few bits out of his tyres on his pedes and inspected the wear of the material. The winds had picked up while outside the visibility worsened again. He'd wait.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 25, 2018 19:43:55 GMT
A few moments later, the hum of an engine could be heard outside where WheelSpin was, it sounded farely close but not close enough that it would be inside the Was once a building. A few moments after the engine noise was heard it stopped and the sound of transforming followed it up. Steps began to be made and they sounded fairly quick, probubly because of the storm comeing and whoever it was too, wanted shelter as well.
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