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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 13, 2016 22:59:13 GMT
Sparkflare gave a small smile as Stingbuster said she'd change. Nobody had to die today. Which was good because Sparkflare wanted to avoid people dying these days. The guilt over Nyon was really gotten to him ever since Empress inadvertently reminded him of the number on the palm of his left hand.
Onto matters then on make Sting' an Autobot. The mech placed hand on his red chinplate as he began to think. Since Stingbuster was a Decepticon, the DJD would be a threat to her as much as anyone else that wore the purple insignia.
"Well, the DJD would be a problem for your safety. So you'll have to keep an optic out for them trying to kill you."
Sparkflare sighed he'd imagine Stingbuster didn't have a commlink number for the Autobots. Sparkflare would give Stingbuster it, but he wasn't too sure if she could be trusted with it. He'd have to call in for a groundbridge.
"I take it you'll need a groundbridge?"
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Post by Shatterbeam on Aug 16, 2016 1:36:26 GMT
Well, I'm not doing it for them. They won't change my decision. Nothing will. Yeah, I need a way to your base.
Sting covered her chest with both arms, gripping her shoulders with her claws. Predacons didn't like being vulnerable. It felt like being naked. It felt wrong. She wanted this to be over, this shame of defeat.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 16, 2016 20:25:52 GMT
Sparkflare sighed. Just as he thought. The mech raised his servo to his helm as he sent a commlink for a groundbridge. Of course he was supposed to be exiled from the Autobots and it's not even been a day since he left.
:: Shatterbeam? It's Sparkflare. Listen, I know I've been exiled and you're gonna say no, but I have someone who's gonna switch sides and they need into the base. Oh- and I think I need a new shuttle to travel in anyway,. ::
Sparkflare then lowered his servo and looked at Stingbuster. He felt sorry for her. He did go a bit far.
"This isn't a trick, right?"
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Post by Compass on Aug 20, 2016 13:14:24 GMT
I'm not a liar. I'm just violent. There's a difference.
Stingbuster felt mildly ashamed that she was yielding, but she knew that there would be those who welcomed her back.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 21, 2016 20:05:13 GMT
:: Huh? Oh no. Wait, don't do that. I need some repairs actually. As does our... friend. Her more than me. Besides, if you need a suicidal mission done I'm open. ::
Sparkflare said as he responded to Shatterbeam. He didn't want a shuttle, he wanted something that would get him to the Rigel system in a blink of an eye. He got lucky with Ratchet's shuttle and that was gone now. Sparkflare looked down at Stingbuster. He sighed.
"I just don't want to bring someone into the Autobot base who can start off a killing spree. We've just recovered from one and Primo wouldn't be too happy with me if I started another one."
Sparkflare said with crossed arms as he changed his direction of sight to the ground. The mech looked down and Stingbuster and sighed as then extended a servo to the femme to help her up.
"How's the fridge by the way?"
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Post by Compass on Aug 22, 2016 13:31:16 GMT
Havent seen him since our last fight. So, why are you out here? Why aren't you fighting for your cause or whatever it is you scouts do?
Sting accepted the servos and pulled herself up, dusting herself off. She waited for both a response, and something to happen.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 22, 2016 21:10:51 GMT
"Ah, well... I've been technically cast out."
Sparkflare said. He wasn't too sure on how to make that more clear.
"Some guy must've gotten into our base and did some temporary shadowplay on this Predacon, Empress. I saw Empress' innocence and basically confessed to everyone that I brain washed her. And I stole Ratchet's shuttle to leave the planet. But that's gone and the quantum engines malfunctioned."
Sparkflare said as he crossed his arms as Stingbuster was up on her feet. The groundbridge shouldn't be too long now.
"Oh. And I'm not really much of a scout anymore. Joined the Wreckers so that took up sometime. Even if nothing barely happened. We were gonna break into the Decepticon prison to free Genorix. But he became a 'Con and got Whirl captured. Never got round to it though."
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Post by Shatterbeam on Aug 25, 2016 13:18:22 GMT
A groundbridge opened from the Repair room, giving Sparkflare a route back for quick repairs and redeployment.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Sept 3, 2016 2:43:43 GMT
((See above edited))
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Post by Sparkflare on Sept 3, 2016 21:31:07 GMT
:: Right. Sounds simple enough. Just shadow them to see if they're okay. I can do that. ::
Diamond and the Pet. Shadow them while they are on their energon scouting. Make sure they don't get hurt. Skyspray is happy and I go and... Sparkflare paused as he thought to himself, trying to finish off his sentence. It was rather hard for him. There was nothing for him to do as a "neutral" cybertronian stranded on Earth. I go and (somehow) make my way to the Sahara and break into eir prison base a free anyone in there. Emphasis on somehow.
Sparkflare placed his chenched servos onto his hips as he continued to wait for a ground bridge to appear. And it did. Sparkflare shrugged with an "Ah. There we are." Sparkflare took a few steps forward towards the bridge befroe stopping to turn around and look at Stingbuster.
"Just a wee heads up for you; you're more likely to get shot at than I am, so it be best if you let me do the explaining."
Then, without further delay, Sparkflare entered the bridge.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Sept 4, 2016 13:47:17 GMT
Stingbuster shortly followed, limping into the bridge.
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Post by Electraria on Dec 28, 2016 23:33:52 GMT
Not too far from the small town, what looked like a portion of a spaceship would crash land into the desert. In side the ship section was a femme who was upside down in the pilot seat like the rest of the wreckage. Looking very uncomfortable the femme would manoeuvre her frame so she was now right side up, and on her pedes. She would then vent as she looked at the mess she was in.
Well on the bright side I think I made it too my destination. On the downside I am now sore, and my ship is totalled. I guess that's what I get fr borrowing something without asking.
She would stretch her limbs, and looked around once again and evaluated the situation.First he had to figure out how to get out of said ship. There was an exit hatch, but the portion of the ship was too damaged for it to open remotely. Her servo's would get with her Thermo Energon Blades.
I guess I gotta open it u manually.
The femme would shrug with a smile, and started cutting into the hatch. She knew trying to cut the hatch open would take a while, but it was the safest way for her to open it Since blowing it open could cause her injury. She just hoped she could get out before someone came by, and offered her some help.
Come on fraggin door open!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 16:19:42 GMT
Are we close from your customer's base?
yeah, why are you hurried, I know we should come quickly, but you are getten more impantient that me.
The merc was flying above the place, taking routes where the peole can't see them. Being followed by a big pale owl-bear predacon both of them were in the way of Rifle's customers, but they need to take some hours to reach such place. Whiteclaw was getting tired, and started to flow down.
I haven't rested propely since I got Chernny, I need to rest soon, my wings are tiring me...
Ok, ok Once we land I might help you to carry the little thing.... But first, what is that trash in the sight?
The help that Electraria would come but in a expected way. White blinked to recongize the metlic objects in front of them, some miles away. His nose started to smell a particular small that is present in cybertronian technology.
Aparently it can be a landing pod. And it might have someone inside!
It is something that can be sold?
Whiteclaw stared at Rifle, not angry but with that serious stare he is able to say a lot.
What, I need something to seel in parts, we dont look landing pods so often, and in the case to be an autobot pod, maybe I can ask a prize to get the bot inside.
Maybe you should look for another ways to make deals, you know I dont like to make people shoot at you. Also, I dont have a spark made of stone to leave it abandoned in there
Wait, dont do it!
Rifle tried to stop his comrade, but he would not intervine so often. Both of them landed, with the predacon in front of the pod. Even knowing that Whiteclaw would never hit him or anyone, Rifle knows that White is able to hurt someone baddly with a jab. Whiteclaw used his strenght to dig his big ans sharp claws in his beats mode. The metal should crunch easily as the head of the beast would be the firt thing that that the femme in the pod would see. Those red lined optics and those strong animal 'arms breaking the pod entrance.
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Post by Electraria on Dec 31, 2016 8:32:31 GMT
Seeing the head of the beast come crashing through the wreckage, out of what seemed like an impulse she swung one of her blades at the beast. She seemed startled, but a smirk slowly formed on her faceplate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 3:47:45 GMT
(sorry for they delay, I was bussy with New Year's stuff :/ )
Whiteclaw remained calmed down as with hsi sharp ands trong claws stoped the blade before to grab it and triture it with his fangs. A cold air can be felt from the beast's inside. The liquid nitrogen stored in the predacons body makes the things around him get cold, even in middle of Australia.
Whiteclaw wasn't alone. In there was the ones who has been considered his friend, parthner in crime and maybe something further than a friendship. Rifle, that is how the others know the black, skinny and tall mercenary with a unusual outfit influenced by the human culture. The mec simply got his guitar weapon ready and got the barrel pointing at the femmes head. Another move and the mercenary would not doubth to use onf of his strong bullets, even when such bullets has a cost.
Bienvinida a la Tierra femme ingenua! (Wellcome to Earth, naive femme) Aparently you need to learn some rules before to get out of that pod:
First, this is war, and even when we are simply civilians, in there are people ready to shot you in both sides.
Stand alone and you will be killed easily in hands of the army guys, in the other side, we are non millitar members, but the rest would end being more unfiendly than us.
This planet is surroundedof flesh organic races that can send their armies to kill you at the first sight.
And the last and most important, nobody touches the predacon without feel the consequences.
He said chuckling a little ans the predacon continue staring at the femmes moves. White's body felt cooler, maybe making both femme and mercenary shiver by the cold air, but ar least Rifle is used to that cold feeling in his chasis more than people can imagine. The femme has few options, a merc and a predacon ready to kill her in any given moment and staring at her, so, attacking them isn't a good idea. Well,at least they tried to be friendly until the blades were shown.
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Post by Electraria on Jan 2, 2017 6:26:39 GMT
The blade of her free servo would once again be replaced by a regular servo. Feeling a chill she'd look at the the beast with a smirk before he electrified her servo, and then touched Whiteclaw, it wouldn't do anything except give the predacon a nasty zap, but that's all she needed. Their heads weren't on her list (that she knew of) So she really didn't wanna kill if she wasn't getting paid.
This may comes as a shock too you, but I'm not the kinda femme who appreciates some beasts head crashing through the fragging hatch of her... well it was a ship when I got it, Idk what the frag to call it now, and then literally being forced to chill.
She'd start feeling a little fatigue afterword, but she had to worry about her fuel intake later. Right now she might've just gotten herself into more trouble. And, figured she was better off focusing on this situation first.
Now I don't like killing if I'm not getting paid for it, I only acted in defense. So why don't we lower our weapons, shake servo's, and be done with this situation? And, their better still be a fraggin war going on, or else my money flows gonna slow down.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 15:09:23 GMT
Whiteclaw retracted his clawed servo at the electroshock. He didn't wanted to cool the air around him, it is a natural reaction he need to stand alive, but when White feels in front of danger, his cooling systems works faster, making him feel colder. Whatching this Rifle dared to waste one of his bullets at the femme's chest, close from the spark chamber, but away enough to don't make a serious damage at it. Rifle was more than seriuos at that last pointand his firendly voice was changed by a colder one.
And I acted in defense too. Seems you dont learn at all, I said, the most important rule, nobody touches him without feel the consequences.
His moustache shivered in anger and he loaded another strong bullet to shot again if needeed. he wont mind of the others get hurt, even the people he considers as allies, but Whiteclaw is an exception. Honestly, He is trying to be nicer since he is in front of the predacon, if not, he would be even more agresive.
Whiteclaw transformed into his robot mode, getting most of the animalistic features hiden, looking more like the standar mech with the exception of the birdlike wings holding only the 3 biggers metal feather-plates. His long and serious unmasked face was more refined than a true predacon would have. if he laugh or growls, it would be barely noted, but now the ones who doesn't know to read With gestures would only see his serious facial expresion and his earl-like plates moving up. Both mechs standing close from each other look like towers , one being36 feet tall, the paler one 40 ft, the twowatching to the floor, specially with the femme still in the landing pod.
For what I can see, people continue attacking predacons at the first sight, I not wonder why they went extint, and for last, I'm not full predacon as you could think, Acording to the cybertronian encyclopedia of races, I get into the cathegory of cybertronian with a subpredaconian cathegory. But that isn't the point. I only wanted to help since I dont like to see people being in trouble, without matter what their are, or who they serve.
Thanks for your explanation hun, but you know this more than me, in there is people who will never seen the caritative soul you are, now if you allow me, let me handle things for my own and take care of Chernyy.
He turned his atention back to Electraria, he never stoped pointing the barrel at her at all, with his finger close from the trigger.
Do you think the war is a good moment to a mercenary like me or you? I wish it was true. The best paiment I got was a generic organic beast from this planet, just figure how wrong this are going on in this planet. anyway, I'm open to make any kind of deals, so, what do you offer me in change, and the typical phrase 'the price will be your life' doesn't works here, I heard that a lot of times and see me, I stand here with a pede on top of you
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Post by Electraria on Jan 3, 2017 6:00:02 GMT
Getting shot in the chest would hurt her like a glitch, as she let out a slight whimper, but she continued to have the same smirk on her faceplate. She had few tricks she could try using to get out of this situation, but considering her energon levels were low, and now she was bleeding out, that wouldn't have been her smartest move. The femme would let out a chuckle when she heard whiteclaw speak.
I appreciate the thought, but next time give someone a little heads up before you help someone like that alright?
Electraia then looked at Rifle with a daring glare of her optics, part of her wanted to see if the fellow merc would actually pull the trigger. But, she decided playing nice was the best option at this point.
Price'll be your life? That sounds like something a cheap cartoon villain would say. I told you I don't like to kill unless I'm gettin paid. As for my offer well, it's not much but whatever you can salvage from the wreckage you can keep. I'd give you a cut of the profits I made off my last job, but... It was in a portion of the ship that was.... lost.
She almost looked like she was ready to cry when she mentioned the last part, all of her profits were gone. But Elcy figured she be able to make it back if the main bulk of the two warring factions were on this planet. She then thought about what Rifle said, and let out slight vent. Then a smile appeared on her faceplate.
Look we could sit here wasting time that could be better spent making a profit, and waste ammo. Which ain't free mind you. Or we can let bygones be bygones, shake servo's, and maybe be friends. Or, just pull the fraggin trigger my fuel supply is low, and you'd be saving me the trouble of having to sit here, and bleed out. I don't really care which one it is, lets just get it over with.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 16:35:16 GMT
You lost your ship. Man! Everybody here has lost something. Nowadays nobody remembers Once I was one of the most famous tenors in Cybertron and another mechanical planets, and my friend lost the ones of his race in the hands of the functionists before the great war for being considered as a offense to the Cybertronian standars in that time. Just come on!
Rifle leans a hand to Electraria and helps her to stand up while the other mech stares to prevent any surprise. The heat of the desert starts to affact the 'predacon', making his cooling engines roar to keep him at least at 4°C of even lower.
We're not like those murdery autobots or those heartless decepticons, but I have to say we, the rougues are ususally seen like the scum of cybertron by both factions. I feel sorry for shot you, but I warned you. White, do you have any wound patcher?
I dont think so, I remember leaving the medical equipment once we left that place, anyway, let me check.
He opened his chest storage, the place where he usually keeps his tool, but mostly where he keeps his hatcling safe, but it is empty at all. No tools or his son in there. His optics retract in panic at not feeling anything in his chest storage.
What happens?
Where is Chernyy? He isn't in my chest!
Both mechs looked at each other worried before to turn their heads in the search of whatever they call 'Chernny'.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 16:36:54 GMT
White's question will be answered soon. Some steps would be felt in Whiteclaw's back until reach his helmet. In the least expected moment a black small shadow jumped towards the femme in an attempt with her. Chernyy has been stored in White's chest storage for a while in a parental attempt to protect him. but the Sparkling needed to take fresh air, to see the day's sunlight and play outside. Choosing the least expected moment the hatchling giggles and tries to touch with his small servos at the femme's faceplate, only making to worry his parents more than needed.
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