Plexo
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Post by Plexo on May 13, 2016 4:46:09 GMT
Plexo ented the communication center, noticing to his delight no one was there. He strode through the empty room with subtletyed the communication center, noticing to his delight no one was there. He strode through the empty room with subtlety, though it was not needed, the wraith nonetheless kept true to his generally ambiguous nature. The warrior had stopped at the trail of Ultra Nitron, deciding to visit the Communication center.
Knock Knock.
No one was home.
Plexo was no big bad wolf, rather, if he were to compare himself to an animal he would concur up himself as somewhat of another breed of creature. A creature that took precautions. Plexo had grown to suspect there to be some turncoats in the Autobot ranks, aside from anyone who could be a potential spies, there were specific people he had grown to believe that he needed to keep his eye on. Plexo had a personality that was paranoid, and for good reason. His past was a mottled mess of backstabbing every where he'd turned. He had been promoted to chief enforcer of the secret police, hence, he took it upon himself to spy on any Autobot.
Plexo opened some of the communications, and began to upload direct access to some of the more underground Autobot channels, including the ones that Autobots ranked below 'Captain' were. That was where the mass majority of Autobots were. The upload commenced. Plexo now retracted himself from the console. He only needed to wait for the upload to stop, and he would be able to sift through any lower rank or even some personal channels for mysterious content.
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Post by Plexo on May 21, 2016 5:06:14 GMT
With no one present to apprehend or deal his activities, Plexo continued in his work. He already had access to several cameras, and half the channels he desired were downloaded. Plexo heard scuffling occurring from the room near this one, meaning that he may have company soon. Plexo just stood where he was; away from the console, yet using it with his HUD to the highest degree.
Camera access permitted him to see what was going on in the Control room, the room practically next door. There was lots of activity. A small alarm went off upon the appearance of Feenixfire Primal. previously, Plexo had programmed the cameras he had access to to inform him upon Feenixfire's exit and entry of a room. He'd taken it into his own servos to keep an optic on her, for her own safety. London had been something too close for him, considering he'd been the one responsible to keep the Primal's health high. It'd shown him and reminded him, that he could not always win, or be in control. Plexp kept an eye on the camera as the upload continued.
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Post by Plexo on May 26, 2016 2:08:00 GMT
Plexo remained mingling, calmly waiting for the upload to be completed. It was when he saw through one of the cameras Feenixfire telling her Autobots of her resignation. He sighed behind his mouthguard. She was done, London had been her final blow, it seemed. Plexo shook his helm gently to himself. The Primal was stepping down, readying for another, whom she had suggested would be Skyspray.
Recent memories of the mech were not appealing, however, Plexo knew he couldn't depend on his brisk judging when it came to the new Prime. Plexo thought about how Feenixfire had done, during his time of service: she often had been heavily criticized by her fellow Autobots, never truly acknowledged. It was evident during her time as Prime that within her ranks she couldn't find much support when she most needed it. Plexo though about her other predicaments. In the medical bay, she acted strangely around her own spark mate. She was worn out, but perhaps one day she might return as Primal. Until then, she would be left to her own devices.
Her own devices. Plexo echoed his thoughts suspiciously. Feenixfire's past was a twisted string of events, her family life was something that recent field showed to be--more than the adjective 'exciting' could stand to describe. Plexo stroked his mouth guard, as the upload continued. Feenixfire could very well possibly attend to her family life, or whatever enemies she might have. That was assuming she herself wouldn't serve the next Prime. Plexo somehow thought that somewhat unlikely. Feenixfire was loyal, still, she was untamed as well as very much her own person. Predicons had those kinds of personalities, typically. Plexo was not about to mark off the ex-Primal as a vigilante, however, he was going to recommend to himself keeping an optic peeled for her, just like his time as her body guard. Remaining in that role could be wise.
Plexo recalled how his duties were to the next Prime. Unless he was going a-wall, he couldn't easily afford the time of keeping track of Feenixfire. Plexo lower his servo from his chin stroke. He could always just use the frequencies he had access to. She was ex-Prime, so she had a possibility of using some other hidden or low-profile frequencies, which were exactly what he was uploading. Plexo turned around, beginning to exit the room. The upload could continue without him here. He had other places to be, like at the Primal's side during her ceremony of passing the Matrix down.
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Post by WheelSpin on Feb 9, 2017 22:37:28 GMT
After finishing up at the prison WheelSpin walked into the Communication's room. He stretched out and then straightened a little. He walked up to the controls. For a while he was just searching through some of the data, similarly as he had done before. Then he took a pad, and began to sort a few things he had taken from the section that stored the visuals. After some time he tapped his lip plate thoughtfully and then commed. ::Zenith, report to communications center.:: Zenith , and then turned back to the task at hand. He'd seen the transmission sent out by the cons. He rolled his optics at it. What a bunch of... He glanced up from his work to see if the tall flier would appear any time soon.
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Zenith
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Post by Zenith on Feb 10, 2017 0:43:13 GMT
Zenith strode in, and found Wheelspin.
You needed me for something Wheelspin?
Zenith asked.
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Post by WheelSpin on Feb 10, 2017 7:42:05 GMT
WheelSpin did not respond to the inquiry on how he got the number. It was none of Zenith's business how he did, he could just as well have asked Nova or someone else Zenith had gotten to talk with before he came, or he could have looked him up. "Yes." Was a curt answer and he motioned Zenith to come closer. It wouldn't take long, but he did explain to him exactly what he needed him to do although he did not yet explain why and for what just inquiring about the skills and abilities of the wrecker. He needed this done, and done quickly.
Once he finished he folded his servos and arched an optic ridge. "So, do you think, you can do it. A simple yes or no will suffice."
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Zenith
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Post by Zenith on Feb 10, 2017 17:09:10 GMT
Zenith listened to his plan, and he felt that while this sort of thing WAS in his job description, and he did possess the skills to do it, he felt it was a little underhanded, but then he decided "Meh, oh well, underhanded or not, this will help the cause greatly, so I must put my personal feelings aside and do my job."
Hmmmm, you know, yes, I can do it, should only take a small fraction of my skills to do this, so you have my assistance.
Zenith said with a smile, he was willing to do what ever it takes to sway things in the favor of the Autobots, perhaps even win over some of the smarter, less blind cons too.
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Post by WheelSpin on Feb 10, 2017 22:03:57 GMT
"Perfect." WheelSpin almost purred and his engine certainly did. "Well, we have no time to loose so..." And with that he showed what had been prepared and then explained in a little more detail, how he thought they could do it best. It would take them a while to prepare everything, he knew, but once it was ready, well, like he said, perfect.
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Post by Zenith on Feb 10, 2017 22:39:32 GMT
Zenith smiled as he gently placed a servo on Wheelspins shoulder. Well Wheelspin, I think we did a not bad job, lets go see if Nova needs any help in the workshop, since he is working on fixing up that wounded flier that was brainwashed, I am sure he has found a protoform to place his spark and processor in, meaning he is going to need some upgrades and a new altform.Zenith said to WheelSpin.
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Post by WheelSpin on Feb 10, 2017 23:22:21 GMT
"Work.... again. What did I do to deserve this?" There was a faint note of a whine in his tone when he said it, but never the less the shorter bot nodded. "Well....lets see if he needs assistance or not, shall we. We're done here." He motioned for Zenith to lead the way even though he knew where they were supposed to go.
"Oh...and Zenith?......Tell nobody about this. It didn't happen. You don't admit to it even if they torture you, understood? Nobody, and I mean nobody, should know about this." He narrowed his optics on the flier as he moved to walk towards the Workshop.
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Zenith
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Post by Zenith on Feb 10, 2017 23:57:07 GMT
Zenith rolled his optics.
How about this, you do this for me, we go to the bar later on, and I owe you a couple rounds of High Grade, and I understand, nobody will know, period. even if they torture me, I had been tortured before, though I do hope they do not torture me through my mate, I would not want to see him suffer and possibly be sent to the all spark for my involvement........
Zenith said as he too began to walk to the work shop, he was worried though, he had a secret he could not disclose to anyone, not even his conjunx to be, this is nothing to do with personal secrets, so he is at least safe from that part of the four acts of great love and affection, the act of disclosure does not mean he must disclose this, as it has nothing to do with personal feelings, but rather, he has been caught up in something that perhaps is not the best thing to be getting ones self caught up in.
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Post by WheelSpin on Feb 11, 2017 12:54:35 GMT
WheelSpin would never say no to a free treat, no matter where it came from so, with a small pleased grin he nodded. "You drive a hard bargain. I guess.... I will humour you this time. Better be some good quality they've got there." He tilted his helm and sent via the private frequency with Zenith :: You don't need to worry about it. I doubt anybody will dim an optic over it. But ..it hasn't happened. That's it. ::
After that he departed for the Workshop.
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Post by Novaflame on Feb 24, 2017 19:54:05 GMT
A message shows up on the communications console, it is from Zenith, with an urgent tag on it.
::Attention Autobots, we got some con activity, in a box canyon in Nevada, anyone who wants to deal with this, I could use some assistance.::
Zenith sent via the Novabursts Communications console.
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Post by ShadowZone on May 19, 2017 11:49:51 GMT
After leaving Gnitav, ShadowZone decided to briefly return to base. Seeing the control room fairly empty his intentions were to see if there were any orders, he needed to fulfil. Skyspray wasn't there at the time, so none could have been given directly and the control centre proved equally unhelpful. It was then that he picked up on a message and moved into the communication centre. It was not meant for the Autobots or the Decepticons. It was open frequency however, which meant that it was open to all who listened. At first ShadowZone thought to dismiss it. The Neutral was looking for other neutrals. The silence was interrupted by a different voice moments later. It caught his attention and he kept to the frequency focusing on trying to pinpoint the location of the first and possibly second signal. His faceplate remained emotionless. If this would serve Skyspray's purpose he would investigate. It was that simple. influx Graphene
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Post by Feedback on May 22, 2017 20:07:56 GMT
Feedback would stumble into the communications center by accident "Oh boy....this looks important. I'll just leave." He says
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Post by ShadowZone on May 22, 2017 20:14:44 GMT
ShadowZone looked up from the controls to study Feedback. Since the systems were not shooting at him, he was apparently not a hostile. His optics narrowed on him for a few moments before he spoke. "... You are not intruding." He decided to let the system track down the new signal and focused a little more on the new arrival. Where was his insignia. "Who are you?"
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Feedback
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Post by Feedback on May 23, 2017 18:50:21 GMT
"I am a neutral named Feedback. A mech named Wheelspin left me in the bar. Now i'm just exploring." Feedback said honestly "He even took one of my swords."
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Post by ShadowZone on May 24, 2017 17:16:26 GMT
"Neutral." He seemed to contemplate the answer and then nodded. "ShadowZone, Autobot." He recited his own information whether Feedback cared to hear it or not. "Have you reported to our Prime?" He inquired.
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Post by Feedback on May 25, 2017 23:01:26 GMT
"I haven't seen anyone." Feedback says honestly
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Post by ShadowZone on May 26, 2017 15:43:46 GMT
ShadowZone nodded. "I will have the Prime notified of your arrival. He will talk with you if or when he has time." He tapped on the screen again. A little more and the location of the encyrpted message would be found and ready to get investigated.
"Are you intent on becoming an Autobot?" He inquired, his voice still rather neutral, not really curious, nor in any way unpleasant, just... sort of there.
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