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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 1:30:46 GMT
I have another questions to you, do you have health complications, any damage in an important organ, aches, dizziness?
Splash looks really interested at the mech, His questions sounds intimidating.
I've found something really interesting to study, I'm not sure to take him to the Némesis and analyse him in a laboratory.
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Post by Daska on Jun 18, 2015 1:36:29 GMT
Well, no part of my body hurts expect for my helm, I hit it after getting thrown out of the ground bridge. And I have no history with any complications.
He scratched the back of his helm and thought about what else he could ask about.
Anything Else?
He looked up once again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 1:48:34 GMT
Nothing else, let's go to the Nemesis. I think you have to rest a little after this unlikeable experience with the groundbridges.
He would push some buttons of the suit's cabine.
Let's go to the mothership, fellow decepticon.
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Post by Daska on Jun 18, 2015 1:50:46 GMT
Daska widened his optics.
Yes, of course, lead the way.
He tried to remain calm, though it may be obvious he was uneasy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 1:59:56 GMT
Splash would notice something wrong with the Daska's behavior. a green vortex appears in front of the mechs.
What are you waiting?
Before to listen an answer, Splash walks through the portal. (To the repair room)
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Post by Daska on Jun 18, 2015 2:00:53 GMT
Daska followed him through.
Oh, nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 2:21:11 GMT
(I've posted on the repair room)
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 7, 2015 18:05:37 GMT
After hurtling through space for quite a while, a pod would begin to enter Earths atmosphere, being awoken from her stasis nap by the turbulence SectorSwitch couldn't help, but wonder what all the noise was about. After a bit she realised that her pod must've been about, to make a crash landing. She braced herself for impact, until she felt the pod hit something, the hatch on the pod would open, and a 29 foot femme, would exit space craft. She would scan the area, and realized right away she was on an organic based planet. First thing was first, contact the nearest Autobot, and get to the new base, so she can join the ranks. She would send a message through an Autobot frequency on the com-link.
::"Hello, this is former Cybertron Law Enforcement Officer SectorSwitch, hoping to make contact with other Autobots over."::
She would then wait patiently, hoping someone would respond.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 11, 2015 2:09:51 GMT
A vortex opened behind the femme's crashed pod. A vehicon stepped through, shorter than the normal vehicon, only measuring about twenty four feet tall. However, this particular vehicon had a vertical thin visor starting up from the center of where his chin would be on his mask, lining up to his fore-helm. The visor emitted a dim yellow glow, while the mech's colors were mostly funeral black, with a distinguishable emerald green stripe diagonally stretching from the vehicon's right ankle to his left wing tip. The vehicon held more of a stealth and infiltration-look about him, the vehicon clearly not made for big-bronze-for--brains heavy work.
Chaff was humming to himself, his seeker wings lowered to a casual height, as he strolled through the vortex. it closed behind the mech, who paused right beside the crashed pid, squinting through his helmet at his surroundings. He glanced to his wrist,
"Dang this Ground bridge control. If there's one thing that could at least not be chalk-full of bugs for just an hour, it's---SCRAP!" Chaff shouted as he jumped back, finding himself looking at a twenty nine foot tall Autobot. She had an insignia of the Autobot, so the assumption was made she probably was one. Chaff instantly unsheathed two of his most prized weapons; duel long sickles. Their curved blades shown some in the sun as he circled around cautiously,
"Okay---didn't expect to run into something this ugly, but I'll manage--" He muttered to himself.
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 11, 2015 3:05:50 GMT
Hearing muttering the femme would jump back, and drew her two pistols, and aimed them at the vehicon, this one was definitely different from the standard drone, so she decided expecting anything. Hearing the last thing the vehicon muttered, and seemed insulted. She wasn't ugly, she wasn't the best looking femme around, but she certainly wasn't ugly either. She would fire her pistols at the vehicon, she figured if she hadn't shot first the drone would have.
"Ugly, well that's not very nice. But, since your a sparkless drone I guess I can let it go."
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Post by Taggon on Jul 11, 2015 14:39:08 GMT
Now, all bullets or lasers went pretty fast. So when someone shot at someone from a close distance, realistically, the said target would have a reasonably difficult time dodging. Pistols were meant for quick and clean kills, even though considered a light weapon, against lightly armored soldiers, they were effective. So key move was, when someone raised a gun at you, you ducked before they shot. Which was precisely what Chaff did, letting two bullets from the pistols fly over his helm. As he did so, he let twin grenade launchers unravel from his shoulders, each loaded with one grenade with a strange thin out shell. These grenade launchers attached to the shoulders of the vehicon were designed to be able to equip any kind of grenade Chaff so desired from his subspace, and load it into his grenade launchers. A nifty little addition to his weapons.
Both barrels of the grenade launchers fired for the lower torso of the femme. These grenades, should they make contact with the femme's lower torso, would have their soft and thin outer layer would crack like an eggshell, and an extremely sticky substance would make both projectiles latch onto the targeted areas of the femme. However, should they accomplish this mission, they would not detonate on impact. Strangely enough, these particular grenades had been given too thick an outer shell for that. nonetheless, should both rapidly fired grenades make contact, the sticky substance would require very decent strength to remove--even then, should the femme take the time to remove one of these with her servo, it would simply attach to her servo.
Chaff had fired these as soon as the bullets flew over his helm, his commando reflexes coming into play.
"Sparkless Drone? I'd say that's a pretty rich comment coming from someone who adores Mr. 'Freedom is the right of all sentient beings'." Chaff huffed. "I mean, come on lady. Some vehicons can't help but act sparkless because they aren't programmed for emotion. Duh." Chaff stated in Smokescreen's voice, since he felt like it.
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 11, 2015 18:29:36 GMT
"Too be completely honest, I don't 100% agree with old red, and blue's views."
She'd say firing at the oncoming grenades, her skills as a Law Enforcement officer were starting to show, and for her a situation like this was dangerous, but nothing she couldn't handle.
"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, but like all rights. Should be revoked if it's used to abuse the rights of others."
She clearly wasn't fighting seriously, Sector was studying the enemy, looking for possible patterns in his attacks, or possible weaknesses.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 12, 2015 11:19:38 GMT
“I’m not abusing my rights, now lass, that’s where things get technical.” Chaff said, beginning to circle around. He too questioned what this femme’s game was. However, he wasn’t all out of cards, not yet—he just needed to know how to play them without his opponent knowing what he was doing. That made this a bit of a battle of wits, making Chaff wonder if he truly should bother dealing with this femme himself rather than calling in a ton of his vehicon brothers to surround her and shoot her down. No, that would be stupid—and not as fun.
Chaff put his servos to his sides as he walked around her.
“You see ugly, it’s my right to get on a battle field and blast all my foes to oblivion, but that’s basically your right too, since you’re a warrior as well.” Chaff said, his a compartment silently opened in his servo which was concealed by his waist thanks to how he walked, and Chaff let a grenade slide to the ground, just as his foot covered the area where the grenade would fall. This way the femme wouldn’t see or have much of a view of what he was up to while he walked. No to mention, his seeker wings twitched, switching up and down so that her optics would naturally be drawn to his upper half, not that the lower half of his body was suspicious anyways.
“-What I’d call a ‘right’ you’d call a crime, and what you’d call a right righteously written-“ Chaff continued, repeating his previous slip-of-the grenade action, the small thing hitting the ground, though the sound it made was covered by Chaff’s speaking, “-I’d call simply miss-read or miss-written, or just plain old badly thought out. Then there’s other kinds of rights like basic every-day rights you know?” Chaff said casually as he planted a third grenade, he was about one third done with forming a complete circle around the femme, which was good.
“Like, there’s the right of me being able to use my arms and legs, since I’m sentient and am given them and all that. But wait,” Chaff paused, stroking his chin with the servo which had planted the three remote-control grenades, “since you say I would have no rights if I abused them, does that mean in the case of one opponent facing another in a death-match that both opponents are abusing the rights of their arms and legs in order to kill one another? So maybe that justifies when another opponent chops off another opponents right limb, but then the said victor would be putting into effect both rights.” Chaff used his second servo which still clutched a sickle to start counting off things on his fist,
“Which means----“ Chaff took one more step forward before pausing, stroking his chin in pretended slight confusion, “wait. Am I right?”
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 12, 2015 22:05:15 GMT
She knew the vehicon was up to something, but couldn't figure out what, and his words were all over the place. She assumed the drone was trying to seem confused, so Sector would lower her guard, and had no intention of doing so. out of ammo, she'd release the used clips, and would reload new ones. She wanted to see where he was going with what he was saying, and said nothing. It was amusing watching others act confused because they think it'll give them an edge. She then stopped for moment.
"Wait a sentient Vehicon, I didn't realize that was possible?"
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Post by Taggon on Jul 13, 2015 14:15:08 GMT
The femme's belief that Chaff thought himself looking confused gave him something of an advantage was her own. Truly, he was simply using his ability to babble on about this and that, maybe confuse himself in the process, but he had his intentions, and he was liking where everything was going so far. So when the femme asked a question, it made things only better for Chaff in his own strange view(s). Chaff's wings perked up at the femme asking if it was possibly for there to be sentient vehicons. It was probably her playing him some, but whatever. He was doing his thing still. Chaff continued to stride around her, still working to complete his small circle with pride in his step, and leaving two more explosives behind him in the previous fashion he had the others.
"Of course there are more of us. Or were. You know, before you Autobot hot-shots went into mass-protectobot production, we vehicons were more like purebred warriors. As in this first generation of vehicons consisted of volunteers to wear the vehicon armor, or bandits caught stealing stuff form the Decepticons, or soldiers reprogrammed to be put back in line, yet still have some intelligence, etc, etc." Chaff said, shrugging his spiky shoulders.
"As it turned out, there weren't enough mechs with the guts to be vehicons, since Decepticons became less courageous with their most courageous dying like flies in the front lines and all that. Again, thanks to you folks with the red insignia. Then out came this but-head with a remand blue paint job, who went through us even faster, piling us up amongst the wreckage we tried so hard to defend on our own Lord's wishes (not the best guy either), and this Prime dude proclaimed how full of hope and how wonderful the Autobots were while stepping on vehicon skulls." Chaff said, laying another grenade, now two thirds around the femme, still using his sly maneuvers.
"So guess what? Shockers stopped shoving the first generation of vehicons through his blasted academy and began cloning us, recycling scrap metal for armor, and making most of us look like idiot with pretty much useless weapons and bad armor. That left the first generation of vehicons to rely on their sharp training to survive, or my squad had that sharp training at least. We weren't really supposed to though, or in hindsight supposed to last long despite how we were somewhat elite. Whether vehicons are skilled or not, they are designed to be expendable war-machines. or my brothers were. I was meant to figure out--oh what am I saying?" Chaff chuckled to himself, rubbing the back of his helm with one servo, after planting the final grenades. The circle was complete. The femme would now be surrounded by about nine grenades. Chaff knew some would call it overkill, but whatever.
"You got me on a monolog Autobot. Very clever." Chaff said, as if he was just piecing everything together. Well, he actually sort-of-had, but he was still the one who had surrounded her, so that meant he was somewhat smarter so far right? Or maybe not. But at least he was trying. "Dang. You were going to get me going on about my past and all that, well, can't tell you that now can I? I mean, that's so cliche!"
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 14, 2015 0:26:00 GMT
"Scrap!!"
She said a her optics widened a bit when she noticed the grenades, she couldn't believe she let herself get distracted. Thinking fast she would dive for cover behind the pod, to at least reduce the amount of damage, and fired both pistols at the grenades closest to the vehicon, hoping the bullets would hit, and cause some damage (however unlikely it might be).
"Can't believe I made such a rookie mistake."
Sector would say while picking herself up off the ground, she would look at the drone, and realized thinking this was just an ordinary vehicon led to her getting over confident. But, now that she had an idea about what she was dealing with, she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Two blades would extend on her arms, and the femme would charge at the vehicon, while firing her weapons.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 14, 2015 13:56:07 GMT
Chaff was feeling quite nice about himself before the femme swung her pistols out, realizing his little scheme. Caught red handed. Darn it! Chaff thought. So that meant he'd have to move on to plan B: Stay alive and then improvise. Chaff jumped backwards, but it was too late: the stray bullets hit the grenades behind him, literally blasting his precious explosives into action as he was flung back, by the impact, and then his forward grenades went off, meaning he would be slammed backwards again. Chaff's armor wasn't all that great against too many explosives, and withstanding the amount he'd put down wasn't something that he could just pass up. No, the mech found himself grimacing in agony as he was sent for the ground. The smoke was still clearing up, when the femme began to charge forward. Chaff grunted lightly before he activated his cloaking device. A handy tool in sticky situations. Now invisible, the mech rolled to the side, trying to move without making much sounds.
That was the tricky part, considering one of his arms was dislocated, and his back armor was badly cracked and falling to pieces. His front armor could still withstand a few blows though. Chaff held still, letting the femme charge into nothing, as he quietly wrapped his right servo around his left arm. Gripping the upper part of his left arm, Chaff scowled before he giving his left arm a powerful jolt back to his body.
There was a very distinct popping noise, as Chaff began to feel his left arm again. The mech gritted his dentals, he would have to move quickly, but first things first---he made sure he had both servos ready before he exerted some of his pain in a long drawn out groan.
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 15, 2015 0:29:23 GMT
Sector quickly came to stop when she realized the mech had vanished, she'd scan the area looking for the con, but he was no where to be found, in her confusion she was unable to hear the vehicons movements.
"Where the frag did he?"
Coming to her senses, the femme would check her scanners to see if the con had left the area. When she saw he was still in the area she knew instantly that she would have to move cautiously, and wait for the con to make the next move.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 15, 2015 3:00:25 GMT
Chaff knew the femme knew he was there. It was pretty simple if one thought about it really. Chaff huffed to himself as he continued to adjust himself, clinking some of his armor in the right position. The femme would get a clue soon, but that was alright. Chaff tried standing up, forcing himself o his peds, only to find himself crumbling the ground loudly again. Drat. he would have to try once more. Chaff let himself cough some, though he was surprised the femme hadn't rushed over for him right there and then. She was waiting. Perhaps wise, perhaps stupid. Chaff slowly let checked his shoulder canons. They were clogged, but they would still have their use later. Chaff permitted his semi-auto-repair system work to get his canons functional once more--he would need them soon. Once again, Chaff slowly worked to stand up--and decided he'd take a shot at gambling.
"Hey Ugly." He said through gritted dentals. He didn't have to act hurt when he spoke...his moves were pained, but he tried to reserve as much energy as possible. Just in case he needed to book it--or do other similar feet that would require quick maneuvers.
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Post by SectorSwitch on Jul 15, 2015 3:31:36 GMT
Hearing the sound of metal hitting the ground, and coughing, Sector would start to search for the direction it was coming from. She continued to search until she heard the vehicons voice. She would turn in the general direction that it seemed to be coming from. Being pretty sure he was in that area, the femme would put one of her pistols away, and pulled out a Flak Grenade, and after removing the pin, tossed it near where she was almost certain the con was.
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