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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 25, 2018 20:51:22 GMT
One of the vehicons on guard reported movement outside. Another had shifted to check who or what was nearing their building. The signature was being scanned to check if there was reason for alarm, or whether it might be an unannounced 'friend'. :..We are picking up an Autobot signature...: There was silence. :Can't tell who though. The Storm's worsening and the visual has been lost.: Was reported again to WheelSpin who frowned and stood.
He dearly hoped it was not one of the twins coming back. Last time had not gone well and he did not want to deal with arresting them for real. He nodded shortly before answering :Be at the ready, but ......open the door.:
He drove to the location of the lower entrance himself, a null ray at the ready, the other arm prepared to transform into a much more painful weapon should it be needed. After a short while the doors began to open, autodrones standing at each side of it along with their sergeant, all facing the entrance. Some stood a bit further back, should the arrival prove to be a hostile.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 25, 2018 21:01:48 GMT
The bot heard the door open and adjusted her Optic Sensors to see the door opening in front of her. She stepped foot inside and it was revealed that she was a fair sized femme bot. Sporting Black with green and red highlights and low lights on her paint job. As she stepped forward she was able too see the welcome party that opened the door. She stood up tall and hands on her sides. A autobot symbol being sported on the sides of her shoulders. She then began to speak. ""Eh mates, I appreciate the wel comeing committy, However u less you want a nasty storm to come visit us in here, might want to close them back up now don't ya think? Just a suggestion mates" She spoke as she brushed herself off.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 25, 2018 21:30:42 GMT
WheelSpin nodded and the doors behind the new arrival began to close until they were sealed as before. He studied the femme, noting the obvious autobot signatures. Weapons were lowered, WheelSpin's being the last to do so. "...Your designation might be in order? And what's your business here?" He inquired. Well, it certainly was not one of the twins, or the other unless they had recently performed a frame upgrade or change anyway.
He folded his arms over his chassis. "Did Vatimus send you?" He wasn't sure he recognised her though and with as few femmes as they currently had, he'd probably have remembered one. He studied her paintjob somewhat apprehensively but did not comment. His own had been back to its more colourful self.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 25, 2018 21:38:28 GMT
She looked behind her as the doors were closeing and sealed. She then turned to Wheelspin as he Spoke to her. She smirked at him made it it like she was cracking her fingers, then lifted her hand and pointed to herself with a thumb while the other arm rested on her hip.
"Name is Roulette Mate, Just got caught in the storm out there to be honest. Saw a nearby place to take refuge from it and then here we are. Ain't the most excited story but what are ya gonna do. Not all of life can be as fun as a good gamble eh?" She looked around at all of the others there then back at Wheelspin, bus paint job was nice and she quiet enjoyed the detail of it. "Eh, Now that is nice finish ya got their, who is the artist? I gotta get me one of em finishes at some point!" She commented as she took a step forward admireing the paint job.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 25, 2018 22:43:08 GMT
Wheelspin smirked back at the femme as she introduced herself. He dared bet that her name wasn't accidental but betrayed some of her character. Did she think she could outrun the storm, taking a not so calculated gamble to go out seeing it there anyway? "Depends. Sometimes a bad gamble gets you killed." He pointed out and was about to say more when the flattery made his smirk turn into a smug, rather pleased smile. Well that was a properly different new meet for once. His engine rumbled a few moments, the rev a quiet purr of appreciation.
"You're looking at him." His voice was a deep rather low, almost purr. He moved his arms out of the way so that she could see more detailing on the paint, from the stripes to the way it changed when light fell at it from a different angle. Yeah, he was enjoying the admiration and the attention. "I've designed and mixed the paint itself. It's got a few tricks that you wont see anywhere else. Custom made, new tech, all by yours truly." He was not bragging at all,....well , a little.
"I can do you a fine repaint if you want. You can choose the colours or I can give you some suggestions, can spice it up a bit with the radar signature diminishing sort too.... Of course, I might need access to the base and its resources." At that he scoffed. "It's not on the top of the list of things they supply us with."
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 25, 2018 22:53:14 GMT
She got closer as the see the light the shined on him, have the colour changeling affect on his paint. She smirked as she listened to him go on about his paint and mixes and such. I have never seen a job done so well. No design quiet like it.You are a very talented artist." She looks at herself with her arms spread out. "As you can tell, I am certainly not the shiniest needle in the haystack. I honestly could do with a new look if you were offering. Don't really have anything in mind, if you had a new style you were wanting to try out feel free to use me as a practise canvas if you need!"She pauses after that then smirks at him with a oh yes, I don't know you yet kinda look.
"Do I by chance get to know the name of the talented artist?" she asked him as she placed one hand on her hip and one out infront of her for a hand shake.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 25, 2018 23:11:53 GMT
"Excellent! Any preferences or certain colours you would be completely against?" He paused for a few moments thinking that this femme did deserve a small taste of what his paint could do, especially when joined with just the right current charging through it. There was barely an indication that the charge had been released, but for the colour all of a sudden shifting from the current oil spill/black combination to a rather fine approximation to what perhaps a labradorite type paint would have looked, had it been presented on one's frame. The black remained as it were. There were still things he did not like about it and thought that it could be improved, but he was rather particular and 'perfectionist' about his creations.
He spoke then, as if the change had not happened at all. "Sergeant WheelSpin, of the Autobot faction." Which of course was clear, although unlike Roulette's his own autobot brand was not in an easily visible or obvious place. He just did not like how its colour and design could mess with his otherwise aerodynamic and well designed look. In his opinion at least. He made a mock bow. "Resident medic and generally an upgrade, fabrication and paint specialist. Want it custom made, you talk to me." Ok, he really was done now. It did not stop him from turning just a bit further around, to show off the design on his back, both parts and paint, and then again, with a servo at his hip plating.
"You don't look too bad, though... if I could comment. There is some of the metal missing over there, and these scratches seem to have not been attended in years." Of course, his much shinier exterior hardly matched with the Sea of Rust environment. "We could start with patching up that. The storm's not going to let up a while."
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 25, 2018 23:29:58 GMT
"I don't look good when it comes to Purple. Makes me looked drained of all life of ya know what I mean" She watched as his paint made a slight change in colour. She smirked asmireing it. Damn this guy was good, why had she not heard of him before. She looked back up at him.
"Also it is very nice to meet ya Sergent WheelSpin! Mind if I call ya Spins? she then looked as he showed off he paint job more and then finished. However then he went on and commented about her missing armour and scratches. Her smirk went from one of impressed to one of oh, ya that. She looked down at it then back at him as she put her hands on her hips and put her weight to lean on side while the other leg more so relaxed.
"oh ya, that part. Uhm, If it's all the same to you aid appreciate it be left alone mate. Kinda a Old deal I made. Kinda like how you mentioned earlier how a good Gamble can get ya killed, well. Let's just say that It's too true, And I lost that one"
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 25, 2018 23:41:35 GMT
"Yeah, your crimson optics would not go well with purple anyway." He agreed. "Purple's more of a Decepticon colour and you've already got optics that look it. You don't want others to miss those insignias and mistake you for one of theirs at a distance too." AT least for once the day had gone from bad to better, rather than worse. He made sure that the autodrones took an extra care to make sure that there wasn't a giant army marching their way to tip the scale against him again.
"Well..." Generally he'd have expected to be called sergeant, but the newcomer had earned some lenience with her well placed appreciation and the racer gave a small shrug in response to her question. "Just not too frequently and not when we're on the mission... if we should have one together. Didn't catch what your set of skills was?" He did want to know to see where she might be placed and what she could be useful for. The armour would have been able to withstand more if not for the rather dangerous lack of it in a certain spot.
"You know... much as I ..don't quite get why you would ever want to leave a scratch on your frame, for whatever reason.." He did make a near invisible shudder at that thought. "That armour there, isn't just something of a cosmetic bother. You could still get killed because of it not doing its job there. You sure you don't want to ...say, keep the memory in your processor? Live a bit longer?" He was not arguing, but it was quite clear that the racer did not understand the affinity to having battle scars and worse.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 26, 2018 0:04:04 GMT
She smirked when he said that once and a while she could call him Spins. "As for my skill set! I am pretty damn good at grabbing the cons attention. I consider myself a distraction artist in that kinda way. However I can hold my own in a fight though. I would consider myself a wild card in the long scheme of things" she pulled out her Kestus and showed him them with the chain links.
"These bad boys are activated by my energon! Not only do they help me pack a punch! But they grapple whoever I make contact with in front of me when activated. Allowing me to maintain control of those kinda situations a lot easier. she put them aside then pointed to her head. "I also got a device that allows me to procieve a possibility for outcome. I use it for a good gamble to see what I would be getting myself into, but it can be used for other situations and matters as well. she then put that hand down on her hip on the side the armour is missing.
"As for the armour I do appreciate the concern. I would like to live longer but it is not a matter of I like battle scars and such. Like I said I made a bad gambit and whatever gambit I go into I honour the outcome. And this was the price I had to pay. I have to keep this for as long I roam this planet, or until a life or death situation comes along. Then I'll probubly get it fixed. But either way, If I were to get it repaired now, it would be like someone breaking a promise. And I ain't one for doing that. But I do appreciate the concern, first one to notice and ACTUALY say somthing about it honestly"
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 26, 2018 7:43:17 GMT
"I hope a wild card does not mean I will have to deal wit h you being completely deaf to anything I tell you mid fight." It wasn't that he did not mind bots that thought with their own processors, it was just that currently he still had a bad taste of one who took hat to an extreme in the worst time possible - according to him anyway - and that still rubbed him the wrong way. "Though.....A distraction could be useful as long as I can count on you to hold your own, if you do it." His smile was there again, his voice much like his engine, in a pleasant rumbling range.
He gave the weapon presented a quick scan, while checking its design and purpose. That was useful to keep the enemy in close range, which was the style of fighting for some. Not him of course. But he could understand the benefits of such a thing or the dangers, if the enemy would have been in possession of it.
"So, your device calculates the possibility of the outcome, using all known variables known at the present moment, right?" This could be useful to know if something was even worth attempting and especially when more choices were given and one needed to be picked. He nodded thoughtfully at the idea of such a thing. A gambler that didn't gambler uninformedly.
"Remember one thing. Roulette. Never gamble with your frame. Nothing good can come out of it." He glanced at the area where the armour had been weakened due to that bet and promise. His smile grew a little warmer at that. "I'm an upgrader. I care to learn to notice things about other bots. Things I can use... or things that need improving. Some are far less appreciative of it than you." He motioned for her to have a seat somewhere.
"How are your energon levels? We have some that can be spared, if you'd like some. This area is not as safe as to want to wander around low on fuel." His optics scanned the frame design once again, a car frame, grounder. That was also probably the reason why she had been as sensible. "Have you reported to the prime?"
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 26, 2018 14:53:54 GMT
She looked at him as he said he hoped she wouldent be dead to him. She was going to respond to that portion then he carried on with the distraction part and that made her smirk with some confidence."Of course I can! What kind of Distraction artist would I be If I couldent!, Besides, My device allows me to see the probability of the outcome too! So if it's to low I'd let atleast someone know it. she explained to him. He went on to scan the weapon and the device and went on to comment on the later. She gladly responded to it, for once someone took some interest in her kinda style.
"Indeed it does! Built in so that if I look at the scene it can analyze the data from there and any voice given data can be analyzed in this proceeds and then it will give me the approximate success rate based on available data that it has gathered. Super helpful with bets! As well as seeing if like, a raid or somthing. If the statistics is too low I wouldent fare to engage and I would tell the others, ain't like I wouldent you could lose men over that and that ain't cool." she looked at him when he said the don't bet with her frame part and we r on to explain why and how he noticed and commented on her damaged area on her torso. Her confident smile went to a, I wish I'd never done that kinda look.
Honestly I was young, took my probability calculations to loosely. I can even remember haveing read the probability on it. 50/50 Chance I could have won that one. Guess I got careless, but hey! What ya gonna do! Atleast now I know not to bet my frame. I mean ya it bothers me on some days but meh, now I atleast know not to do it again. Gotta make some mistakes in order to learn ain't that right Spins! her smile came back closer to the end of explaining that. She saw him motioning and then walked over to take a seat. He then asked about her energon levels.
"well if you got some spare I wouldent complain. Useing the Kestus's uses my energon and can drain me faster than a normal bit would. But eh they are freaking useful! However, as for checking in with the Prime, I never really do. I just kinda wander, never really given any missions. I'm one of those bots that are like, fend for your self. I'd be surprised if Vats even knew me more than just a name to be honest. Even if that. I don't meet a lot of Autobots because of it but hey! When I do! I can kick some AFT! Against the cons with them!" she smirked as she sat down and kinda punched the air at the end in slight excitement then calmed down.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 26, 2018 20:45:56 GMT
"I don't think Vatimus will like that as much any more. Although. Who knows." The Prime might not even notice and it wasn't WheelSpin's problem. He glanced up when he saw the tall seeker approach them. One of the Autodrones reported that the storm was calming down a bit. "Right....ShadowZone. Do me a favour and check that the storm didn't bring some straggling Decepticons in, will you? Report back to base if you find anything."
With the order given he turned back towards Roulette, having taken a seat himself. :Right... 5R3D, could you fetch a few containers from storage?: He sent to one of the Autodrones. Switching back to normal speach he spoke to the present occupant of the seat next to him. "We are expecting the Decepticons to attack pretty soon. There's a Vehicon I've brought back. He's seen them mobilize in substantial numbers. Any Autobot warrior will count to defend our position. So.. that probably means you best stay around rather than 'wander'."
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Post by ShadowZone on Jan 26, 2018 20:51:13 GMT
ShadowZone nodded curtly at the order he was given. He glanced at Roulette briefly, only to see who it was, and then turned towards the section of the refinery that would take him back upstairs and where the second exit, the much larger one, had been built. His wings flattened against each other as he walked out of their room and through a narrower doorway.
A short while later they could hear engines starting up and then with a final roar the jet was gone, transformed to scan the area directly and then further away from the refinery.
He flew in circles that became broader and broader sweeps of the area, nearing the side which was closer to the border with each turn and scan. It was a while later that something caught his attention. With a curt :Found signal. Going to investigate: Sent to Wheelspin, the contact was broken off again, while the flier flew into a more direct path of where the possible signature was coming from.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 27, 2018 18:23:36 GMT
She watched as he gave orders to his followers. He glanced at shadowzone and gave a "he what's up" kinda grin then he walked away. She turned to wheelspin who continued to tell her what was going on. She sat back in the chair all relaxed hands behind her head.
"eh, got no complains here. Been running round for a while. Gonna be nice to out my feet up for a bit. As for Vats not likening that much, honestly I got no idea either. If she has been cracking down on bots like that then she will get to me eventualy if I am needed. I am just a comm away if she does."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 29, 2018 7:28:19 GMT
"Vatimus Prime is a mech." He murmured , slightly amused at the assumption that Roulette had made. "You cannot be just a comm away. You have to be there. We are not ....free to roam about unless we are scouts on a mission. You sound like a neutral." Yes, he had used his scouting outings often enough, plenty of times even, as an excuse to go out and about, but that was different. It was stretching it, but Vatimus could not accuse him of shirking his duties. He hadn't he just, ...used the time.
"Anyway. This territory here is not safe. It is currently under our command, but the Decepticons frequently attempt to reach into it, move the borders closer. That's why we are here. To keep them from trying and to return the favour."
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 29, 2018 12:24:26 GMT
She looked at him spoke and listened. She debated rolling her optics at him in annoyance. She honestly did not care, she has been an autobot for quiet some time aiding them whenever she ran into them. However, he has really shown nothing but hospitality so she decided not to. It was only a matter of time before she met someone who was gonna make her talk to Vatimus.
"alright, I'll go check in with Vats when it's decently okay to leave here. Unless he would prefer over comm. like I did state before, he does not really know me if at all if he ain't know me by name. I'm normaly out here helping those who need it and passing on con information when I can find it. I have been out here for so long that I guess I just never really went back that often.
She was a little annoyed but it did not show in her voice. She kept it cool and did indeed ask if it was better in person or over comm.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 30, 2018 8:43:18 GMT
WheelSpin began to wonder if every autobot would have a predisposition to become a rebel without a cause. He did not want to say anything really. He exvented and rolled his optics. This wasn't his problem. It was Vating's. Considering how eagerly the Prime skipped over him any time there was a chance for promotion, and he supposed, how eagerly he would jump at a chance to scold him, it was only about time that he took his efforts not for what they were, but for something completely the opposite and probably then take even the amount of rank that he still had. He'd done his best, tried as much as he could till, till he now realised he shouldn't have. Obtaining this place, the tower, keeping on with the work that should have required at least two or three bots or more, it was worth nothing.
He looked up at her and then slowly nodded. Right, she had spoken to him and his mood and thoughts could remain his own, a little longer, concealed behind that pleasant smile. "It would probably be better in person." If he considered how much reaction and luck he had to communicate with the prime over the comm recently. "He needs to see you anyway. He'll probably let you do what you've been doing so far. But it's good that he's aware of your existence and your uses... for whatever plans he must have as Prime." His optics shifted from her to where the defence turrets had been fixed to the building. If they had an engineer it would probably have been done better, but it would serve its purpose for now.
"He's at Shockwave's....formerly Shockwave's tower. Not too far from here. This storm is dying down and next storm is not due for .. a few. Your choice. You can even tell him I sent you.. if he'll need someone to blame for being disturbed." Fine, he was a bit annoyed too, but not with Roulette.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jan 30, 2018 15:26:01 GMT
roulette looked at him and kinda noticed his tone change slightly at the last part. She sat up straight in the chair and had a curious and slightly concern look on her face.
"I know it ain't any of my buisness but eh, may as well say somthing, but it seems you and vats have some issues? Maybe some Miss communications or someones lack of? I don't know I am just guessing here, but if somthing is bothering you then shouldent you tell someone. Just a thought. she adjusted herself in the chair to be looking directly at him at this point. She was indeed curious of Spins account with the prime. Might give her some idea of how to deal with Vats herself, or maybe help out a new friend in the future.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 30, 2018 15:42:39 GMT
WheelSpin didn't answer at first. His optics dimming slightly, though they were still focused on that small part that where the turret was mounted, that he would have liked to have done better. "...oh..." His attention shifted to the sharp, narrow digits of his servo. He looked at each, debating whether any of them needed sharpening or whether it could wait a day or two more.
"Vatimus Prime, ... Vating, had gotten this position a few months ago. Our previous Prime perished, I guess he knew he would, because he seems to have chosen him right before he went to fight that final fight. He was...a...unique Prime, but a good one. Brave, powerful, with a mind that understood war and the sacrifices that need to be made." He hated to admit it, but he actually missed their previous prime. Nothing much had been done after his death. He still felt that Vatimus could have done more, at least mourned a little. Perhaps he had and he had just not seen it. But that was it, he had not seen it.
It was not what Roulette asked, and he knew that. But he continued still. "Vatimus is ...not keen to see things my way." He was careful what words to choose, least they bite him in the aft, should this femme decide to pass them on to the Prime.
"It's never enough, if I do it." He shrugged. He had already said too much. "I'm currently doing most of the repairs, have done it since we landed. We had another medic for a short while, but he is gone now. And you know what? ...I don't have the title of medic...let alone a head one. I'm a sergeant yes, but I've done far more than should have been needed and barely got ..." There was a pause and he shook his helm. "Nevermind. Forget I've said anything. I'm sure your experience with him will be quite different, femme."
He straightened a little. His servo strayed to the gash under one of his optics as he contemplated something. "How good are you at scouting, sneaking around, going about unnoticed, that sort of thing?"
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