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Post by RedOptics on Aug 23, 2018 17:59:09 GMT
"Let that thing near my sparkling and I'll tear you all apart." It was chilling, even to her, how calm her tone was compared to her stance. She snarled at Tarn, light pulsing with adrenaline and hate for the situation she had gotten herself in.
The femme bot glanced at the newly arrived mech, her glare indifferent as when she looked at Tarn. Cold and filled with daggers sharper than her tongue.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 23, 2018 21:04:39 GMT
Nightlock looked down at the Con, he was doing his job, so he couldn’t fault him for it, but surely he knew that if he had managed to get here without tripping the alarms then he was friendly? “I’m here for reasons of my own, but I have followed standard procedures, and I’m here case any prisoners we captured where badly damaged, mostly I am here for scientific exploration.” He explained his unfeeling eyes moving to the Autobot, he was suprised how small she was to him, he expected her to be towering over him, but she was shorter by a couple feet...his main eye extending slightly at her as he viewed her frame, “A sparkling? Interesting fuel for interrogation, you arnt that aware are you?” He told her, assuming that she would have stayed quiet to avoid...shall he say fuel for Decepticon torture. He moved past the con blocking him to look at the predacon as much as he could...”this is the first time I have Been slightly excited for a bot or femme...I must say, you are underwellingly simple.”
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Tarnation
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 24, 2018 16:20:11 GMT
With everything going on, saying he was too pleased with the situation was a vast overstatement. Things had not gone as planned, and once again, Skywarp showed why he wasn't an intelligence officer. He was a good soldier, and most of all a loyal one, but his rather unappealing sides shone through in situations just like these. He decided not to scold him on this, as it would serve no purpose in the large schemes he was drawing up in his head. He reached down to scratch Pet on his back again, basically telling him that he did a good job. It was important to reward good behavior, and punish the bad. That way they learned what was right and what wasn't, and saved themselves a lot of trouble trying to correct their own messes. Meanwhile, he was looking at Nightlock. The giant said things that would have made him cringe, and possibly even facepalm, but it wasn't possible with the current state of his face. Something had to be wrong with his optics. Diamond wasn't a predacon. She was a jet. He would have commented on it, but would rather have a private conversation about it later. Maybe suggest a change of his optics of something like that. Instead, he simply said a few words. A few words regarding another subject, but one equally as important. "Do.. Not.. Worry... Aquahaze.. Not.. Hurt... We.. Not.. Monsters... Long.. Since.. Saw.. Him... Can.. Transform.. Yet..?" It was both said as a warning to Nightlock, that they would not do anything to hurt Dia's sparkling, and as assurance to her that they weren't. "I.. Can.. Bring.. Here... My.. Assets.. There.. Now..."
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The Pet
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Post by The Pet on Aug 24, 2018 19:14:54 GMT
Skywarp’s brain finally caught up to his mouth, and he realized what he’d done. Dammit. He’d broken his farce. No matter. Tarn could handle it. The Pet continued observing Nightlock until he began to talk too much. At that, The Pet looked up to Tarn, as if awaiting an order for the situation. Maybe the Pet didn’t like him, or simply wanted to look at Tarn.
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 24, 2018 19:49:08 GMT
The femme hissed at Nightlock, "What, ever seen a femmebot up close? I wouldn't doubt it given your flattering skills." The femme then stopped cold, and looked wide-eyed at Tarn.
There was an agonizingly long moment before she could muster up words, "Who.... who the hell are you..." Her bristled form eventually smoothed out and her wings returned tucked back, no longer making her look bigger than she was. Diamond's mind was racing at this point, and so was her spark. It couldn't take it, and the moment she tried to speak she instead sputtered the blue life-fluid keeping her alive, "Lay one- ack! Servo on Aqua.... and I'll--" She couldn't finish with a mouth full of energon, and nearly choked on it as her form crumpled, heaving for ventilation. I'll-- I'll kill you all!" She roared at them, blue fluid running down from her intake and creating a small puddle on the ground.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 26, 2018 18:56:20 GMT
Nightlock looked her up and down... “if you ever want to see your sparkling again I would highly recommend you don’t offline yourself...”he said in a neutral tone before looking to Tarn, “if she requires medical attention I can provide, I have no interest in her.”He told the Decepticon, he in truth didn’t have any interest in the flier, she was to much like the rest, and he assumed that Tarn has a purpose with her...online of course.
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Tarnation
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 27, 2018 16:34:10 GMT
"Nightlock.. Shut.. Up..." There could be no misunderstanding of what he meant. He did not even turn to look at the giant, it was not required. His optic was still firmly looking at the femme in her cell, the femme who now started to spit energon and looked rather terrified. Just as she should be, just as he remembered. Not a great sign, but not a terrible one either. "Calm.. Down.. Diamond... Your.. Condition.. Might.. Worsen... Your.. Spark.. Is.. Fragile... What.. Would.. Halberd.. Say?.." He asked, slowly, tapping a few commands into the prison computer, signaling the command room to open up her cell for a moment, while he entered it. Pet could follow if he wanted to, but he made sure that the other two would not follow him inside. Nightlock wouldn't even fit there due to his large size. Once inside, the cell bars would turn on again and the blast doors would close. This was to prevent anyone from getting in or out. "Need.. To.. Be.. Careful.. Diamond... Did.. You.. Miss.. Me?.. I.. Am.. Alive... You.. Will.. Not.. Rid.. Of.. Easily....."
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Post by BackTrack on Aug 28, 2018 6:16:29 GMT
The mask had been finished, cleaned up and set back to look as good as new. The damage was as if it had never even happened, while both optic glass covers were perfectly smooth. Once the bot had finished his work, he did not waste too much time before heading off to return the mask to its owner. This is what brought him to the prison complex. He had cleared his permissions to come in, silently covering the distance from the entrance towards the cell infront of which a crowd was beginning to gather. He could hear the unhealthy sputter and his step quickened just a bit before evening out into the earlier pace. If it was a prisoner that had been tortured then this was probably simply the after effect of it. Nothing more.
Once he neared them, he walked around the large Decepticon giving him a cold but calm glance, a nod of greeting to Sykwarp and the pet, before he stopped at the cell. He did not enter but saw that lord Tarn was there. His actions of allowing himself to walk around without a mask had still baffled him. He had taken such great care at keeping his face from being seen. Even now, the medic lowered his optics so as to keep that part of him private.
The only thing he did say was. "Lord Tarn, your mask is ready." And then he grew silent again, standing there, with his helm slightly tilted downwards and his optics focused on what he could see of the prisoner and not their leader.
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Post by The Pet on Aug 28, 2018 15:41:05 GMT
The Pet did in fact follow his master into the cell, and began to sniff at the Energon spilled on the ground, picking up the scent as he was trained to when he encountered a pool of Energon. Once he’d properly caught the scent, he sat, keeping guard. He was trained to keep guard when one of his masters was in a cell with a prisoner unless it was an interrogation, and his master was not using the usual style.
Skywarp looked at the blast doors blocking his leader from sight, then turned to go back to his position guarding. He glared at Nightlock as he passed, but said nothing.
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 28, 2018 16:17:12 GMT
Diamond stared in shock at the mech’s words, her venting seemingly halting as she processed what he said. Dangerously potent electricity coiled around her arms and wings, even shocking the laser bars and casing them to flicker. She really could have escaped if she wanted to, but anyone knew she wouldn’t make it far past their defenses. He knew... Tarn knew how dangerous she was even if he didn’t know her.
Or did he..?
”S-Sky....?” Her voice no longer held hate, she was simply appalled, to the point her optics brimmed with lubricant, ”Skyspray... no... you’re dead! I felt you die... You’re not him! You’re just tryng to fool me! If you were him I’d feel his spark!” The femme got increasingly angry, baring her fangs as the electricity surged for her palms, ”LEAVE!” She roared, standing and flaring out her wings, threatening to send thousands of volts through him.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 30, 2018 1:59:15 GMT
Nightlock just nodded and turned around leaving, he knew when he was unwelcome and was meant to be scarce. If she dies then that was none of his concern, he came here to see if she was worthwhile she was not, but injured so he offered help refused, now he leaves.
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 30, 2018 15:06:31 GMT
As expected, she did not take things lightly. Nor would she really believe anything Tarn said, which was understandable given her position. A bit sad, but what could he do? Not much right now. "Felt.. Nothing... Not.. Dead... Concealed... Everything.. Part.. Of.. Plan... Soon.. Done.. Soon.. Peace..." Telling him to leave would not do her any good. Even if he was someone or not, he still held absolute power over her life in this situation. If she dared attacking, there wasn't much she could do to defend herself from the following onslaught which would come her way from the rest of the decepticons, and the first to attack would be Pet. Besides, if there was even a fragment of hope left in her spark, would she even do it? Could she really risk it, and if she was wrong, could she live with it? "Why.. You.. Think.. You.. Still.. Alive?.. Because.. Gave.. Specific.. Orders.. Let.. You.. Live... Multiple.. Agents.. In.. Autobots... Aqua.. Safe..." He was starting to get a bit tired, his energon levels lowering again. He had to refuel, so he grabbed an injector from its regular compartment and pushed it into his arm, right above where the blade started. His biolights brightened up a little, showing his strength returning to him once more. "On.. Life.. Support..." He could also hear the medic from outside, and he nodded at his words. He would go out and fetch his mask as soon as he had finished his conversation in here.
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Post by BackTrack on Sept 5, 2018 19:40:43 GMT
BackTrack observed as Nightlock moved away and equally as Skywarp took his position. He did not speak, but patiently waited, holding the mask in one servo, ready to be offered as soon as the Lord chose to present himself at the entrance to the cell.
His optics did move briefly across the length of the hall where quite possibly other prisoners were held. His services as a mnemosurgeon had not been needed yet there, though he was almost itching to find a willing cybertronian for another dip into the mind. Would it be the current prisoner that Tarn had been interrogating? Only at his orders. If not, perhaps someone wishing to forget. Those, while quite mundane, were acceptable enough.
He sent a comm to BuildUp, checking on his whereabouts then, another on the requirements of what he needed prepared in his medbay for when he returned. There was another request for him to get some energon for consumption later and prepare a few more canisters in case Lord Tarn wished for more.
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Post by Tarnation on Sept 16, 2018 18:07:32 GMT
He kept looking at Diamond when he picked up a comm coming his way. At first he dismissed it, but after thinking it through a second time, he froze. What had it said? Had they... no, they couldn't have. It wasn't time yet! Perhaps it was just a mistake, but the urgency in the voice did tell him otherwise. It had started, but much earlier than planned. He had to act, and act fast. He shot up, all his joints tensed and he moved towards the door, gesturing for Pet to stay. He could keep Diamond company while he was away. The door opened and he stormed out, tearing his mask out of Backtrack's servos, putting it on, making sure it was still on before he began speaking. "Repair her." Tarn said to the medic as he passed, not waiting to make sure his orders were followed. He did not have to, all he had on his mind was to make sure his plans weren't foiled, not yet.
As he went lower through the cells, he sent a comm. :: "Vos, bring the misty water to Kaon. It cannot stay in Iacon any longer. A ship will be waiting for you in Petrex, I am sure you are very familiar with the location. Do. NOT. Fail. Me." :: The giant wasn't pleased with hos it had turned out, and simply by the tone in his voice, anyone one the receiving end of it would be wise to do exactly as told. He wasted no time in getting out of the facility, transforming at once and blasting off, kicking off his engines on maximum power, two power settings over what he usually used, making him more prone to overheating, but he could get to his destination much quicker. He hoped he wasn't too late.
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Post by BackTrack on Oct 22, 2018 6:23:09 GMT
BackTrack nodded. He was aware of the danger he was exposing himself to by entering the cell, but did so anyway. Waiting though that the cell door would shut safely behind him and lock, before he approached the damaged femme. He did not speak to her, but began to work on her frame, comming Buildup to bring some of the supplies, the medic grade energon, a few specific tools, raw plating, replacement parts, wiring and cables. While he waited for those to be brought he had scanned the frame from a distance then moved closer ready to defend himself if needed. "I am just a medic." He murmured in a way of telling her that he both meant no harm and he was not involved in the dispute that they had. It would've been also much more useful to her, if she allowed herself to be repaired rather than fight her way through it. Injecting some of the pain receptor deactivators, to both numb and immobilize the parts he wished to work on, he began to stem the leakage first, before the repairs were innitiated. He was not above stunning her if she did prove herself as a handful though. He did work to do and for the moment she was his patient. RedOptics
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Post by BuildUp on Oct 24, 2018 19:56:51 GMT
BuildUp returned with the tools and then moved into the room with Backtrack to assist him where needed. The two did not talk, anything exchanged between them had to have been via comm or else with simple signals and motions that one made to the other with a servo, a tilt of his helm or a nod.
The tall decepticon stayed more for the protection of the smaller one, and in small part to assist him with the bending of a piece, passing of a tool that he needed to use for repairs, or just holding Diamond when he worked.
A while later he straightened again and waited for Backtrack to collect his things and head for the door. It had been done. For now, all the femme needed was to rest and in time she would be fully fine.
BuildUp was last to leave and waited for the door to close behind him and lock, before he moved from it to follow after BackTrack. Again they moved in silence, though with the flicker of their optics and the exchange of their optics it was clear, that they had actually conversed, keeping it private to one another.
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