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Post by Tankhunter, Arms Dealer on Jan 12, 2015 13:37:12 GMT
Keep that thing. By the way, I'm Tank. Now, what I want you to find is the schematics of two weapons: the Railgun and the Gauss Cannon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 13:39:40 GMT
OK, ok, not, I want you to keep my weapon, if I don't get my goal, you could keep it, is my way to make trades.
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Post by Tankhunter, Arms Dealer on Jan 12, 2015 13:44:26 GMT
If that is what you want...
Tank takes your weapon, and stores it in a vault.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 13:47:27 GMT
Be carefull with it, Tempestas isn't any kind of weapon. Well, before to leave, do you need something else?, but remember you should to pay more. She tries to close her wound I have to mention, you could give me energon as a part of my payment now.
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Post by Tankhunter, Arms Dealer on Jan 12, 2015 13:49:41 GMT
I will pay you in full once you deliver what I asked for. But for now...
Tank takes five cubes from subspace, and hand them over.
As long as you are in my service... Come back if you encounter problems, and I will provide your energon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 13:53:01 GMT
SHe nods and drinks one fo them, the other ones are saved. Whatever you say. She transforms and flies away, for now she has her cubes now, maybe she would make her job later
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Post by Tankhunter, Arms Dealer on Jan 12, 2015 13:54:42 GMT
I do hope you want your... Tempestas back, Heretic.
Tank turns around, and goes inside.
Now, where did I put that grenade launcher? Ah, there it is...
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Post by RedOptics on May 24, 2015 1:36:59 GMT
A ground bridge opened and out stepped a darkly coloured 23 foot 'con femme, standing cautious but proud in the desert sun. It was somewhat bright out here, with the tons of orange and yellow hues of her surroundings and all. But the femme didn't squint, she only scanned the area quickly before making her way forward. Deatheye definatly did not pass up the first opportunity for a patrol since she was hoping to fight an Autobot. She was up for a match, but definatly wasn't a fool to take on someone that was incredibly stronger than her. The Decepticon stood out like a sore thumb in the barren waste land as a darker contrasting object in the light. Then she made the decision to get a cloak of some sort later on. Since her recent one was lost in the forest, but what did she remember of that?
Her vents came out more as high pitched hisses of air as her insides were desperately asking for cooler intakes. It wasn't like it was a huge problem, not until she eventually finds an Autobot to slay. But the covering over her neck provided some shade for her, well just throat area anyways.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 18:46:53 GMT
A red, black and a few tints of yellow, jet flew over the dessert. He had been flying for a few Earth hours now. It was probably best to take a rest for a while. As Skythrust noticed a Cybertronian figure he had just flew over, the mech decided to investigate. Instead of turning back around, Skythrust flew closer to the ground and transformed into his robot. His transformation process was simple with a traditional fold into a robot kind of style of his front. As Skythrust landed, he skidded against the terrain of sand, kicking up some of the tiny grains of really broken rocks and stones. As Skythrust landed the mech walked to the position of the figure he spotted.
It was not in Skythrust's nature to look for someone as he would normally be asked to be left alone. And by asked, it would more likely mean ordered. But since he was trying to find the Nemesis. Kicking up more sand as he walked while lifting his pedes to take another step, Skythrust's optics were protected from the blinding light of the sun by the shade from his helm. Whether or not if the Cybertronian was friendly or not, he did not care. It would be good to get into a fight once again. As Skythrust walked up a sand dune, he saw the figure. At least he was going in the right direction. Sliding down the sand dune, Skythrust continued his course to catch up with his find.
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Post by RedOptics on May 24, 2015 22:44:33 GMT
Deatheye did in fact know that there was another Cybertronian around, and thought it as no threat. She just continued on her way with audios slightly perked, listening behind her. She carried no weapons other than her claws and fighting skills, plus looks can deceive. Her digits did twitch with anticipation for whether or not she would be attacked. But even it that was intentional, it would have been done already. Her helm turned ever so slightly to look back and see the mech, stopping to fully turn. Why are you following me? She asked, that hint of innocence in her voice drowned out by pure curiosity and suspicion. Her narrow optics studying the mech, audios twitching to hear small animals in the background.
He was a Decepticon so she could see, and her shoulders relaxed a little, but her stance stayed strong as she waited for him to reply. Her vents let off another high pitched hiss of hot air.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 23:13:00 GMT
Skythrust smirked along with a small chuckle.
"I was just curious..."
Skythrust stated as he raised servos half way as he shrugged as he walked up to the femme. Skythrust could feel his pedes sinking slightly into the sand as he kicked it away with each next step he was going to make. The mech stopped and looked at the femme, his crimson red optics stood out under the shadow of his helm. Even though the mech was slightly anti sociable, towards most Decepticons and Autobots he hates. But this femme, he never seen her before, and it was really strange why any Cybertronian would be all the way out here in this sandy wasteland.
"To why a common Cybertronian would be all the way out here. Alone."
The mech's voice changed to a threating tone. Skythrust was good at that. Probably why he wasn't one of the most popular of 'cons. then crossed his gauntlets, awaiting an answer from the femme.
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Post by RedOptics on May 25, 2015 2:24:16 GMT
She didn't flinch from the way he acted, but she indeed did relax a little more, standing properly and eyeing him down, Maybe I was just thrown off the ship? No, I'm on a patrol Mister... uh.... She left it off at that with a shrug and jutted out a hip. Deatheye was indeed sassy at times, but only when it called for it. What a first impression, the first new bot, other than Vos, she's seen and she was pretty sure he was a loner. But the same goes for you, why are you flying alone, Seeker? Her voice had gone down to a neutral tone, clearly not taking offense to his threatening tone, though it was slightly confusing as to why he would talk like that to her.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 14:45:26 GMT
Patrol? Quite odd that anyone would patrol over ten thousand sqaure kilometers of this wasteland. Skythrust cracked a smirk as a chuckle followed. He should of seen that question coming in the first place.
"I have a trait."
Skythrust shrugged as he still held his threatening tone strong. The seeker didn't want to show any kind of weaknesses. There was still no true confirmation that the femme was either a friend or foe. Might as well ask now.
"And if you don't mind me asking, which faction are you currently alligned to?"
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Post by RedOptics on May 29, 2015 22:03:06 GMT
A trait? Seemed totally logical. And she would have thought he'd known her faction by now, judging with her dark paint job and facial expressions.Like you, I am a Decepticon. Then she decided to be friendly for once, remembering how long it had been. Name's Deatheye. And though her voice had the exact same innocent tone as her old self, it rang no bells in her mind of who she once was. Obviously Vos had done a well enough job to her mind of erasing almost everything. But she still had questions, and one was the oldest she had ever wanted to ask.
Though her suspicion had lowered, her caution hadn't adjusted. This mech could still be a threat, but if he was on the same side for sure, then it wouldn't be of any concern. The tires on her back spun slowly every minute and the hisses of air would start to diminish as the vent opening got used to the hot air.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 7:45:40 GMT
"Skythrust."
His tone then became a bit more friendly. But due to his personality, it would probally change sooner or later. Maybe sooner. So, this femme was a Decepticon too. Well, Skythrust was a more like seventy percent. His loyalty to the Decepticons was strong, but it has been wavering a bit ever since seening the scenery the Earth had to offer. It was strange. Most Decepticons that wore the stereotypical colours and optic colour had gruff voices to go along. But this femme had this unfitting innocent tone, anyone could mistake her for an Autobot.
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Post by RedOptics on May 30, 2015 21:08:01 GMT
Good to meet you. Deatheye still didn't smile, but she nodded in a sign of respect and looked him over once more before turning to walk away, continuing her patrol. But she stopped, Though my curiosity still stand, what is this 'trait' that caused you to wander about? Her armor clanked together she swiftly turned back around to fully face him, her audios perking slightly along with her optics glinting. Her lips held a firm line as she watched him with content and focused optics.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 8:12:41 GMT
"My trait..."
Skythrust silently vented as he turned away from the femme. That just brought a lot of memories back of what happened on Cybertron. The mech then cleared his throat, hoping to cover up his vent if Deatheye did hear him do so. Turning around to face Deatheye in a one hundred and eighty degrease angle. Skythrust suddemly felt kind of threatened by how Deatheye stared at him. He felt threatened by her stare. Must of been why she bore the name Deatheye. Skythrust slightly lowered his helm somthe shadow would cover half his face plate. His red optics illuminated brightly from under the shade.
"I prefer to be alone most of the time. Any more questions?"
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Post by RedOptics on May 31, 2015 15:01:34 GMT
She tilted her helm ever so slightly and finally shook her helm, No, just the fact that you can strangely relate to me. Then she continued to walk, giving him the choice of leaving or following. Why else did she come alone on patrol? She had to think, think about why she felt so... misplaced in the Decepticon ranks. And there was definatly something in her programming that made her question her own loyalty to the Decepticons. But to much hard thinking did give her helm aches, probably something telling her to just stop thinking for once and do as she was told. Deatheye was a war machine, or so Sir told her. Speaking of Sir, she never got his actual name, but she will never forget those soulless red optics and twig-like body. Maybe the femme could ask Skythrust, though he probably wouldn't know. Either way, she could just venture around the ship to find his name.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 16:07:32 GMT
Skythrust stayed where he stood, silent. He was thinking, how both of them were relateable. Skythrust then gritted his dentas. Was this some kind of joke? The femme wasn't the type that had gotten humilitated, abused ir anything of the norm. As the mech gritted his dentas, he clenched his servos into fists. The mech was annoyed, he didn't like supposed jokes that were aimed at him. The seeker was prepared to attack the femme, but not yet. Skythrust knew there must of been an explaination for it.
"What do you mean by relatable?"[/font]
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Post by RedOptics on May 31, 2015 19:43:46 GMT
The femme didn't turn, Tell me, do you ever feel... like you don't belong sometimes? Her tone lightened up, and she wasn't making a joke. If anything, if her optics were visible at the moment, they would ever so slightly look hurt. Her tires spun and she transformed, driving through the sand and leaving him with the question. She had no family, no friends, no one left. Which meant she will avenge until the end of her days. And since she had no form of defense on her, she didn't want to fightone of her own.
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