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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 1:44:26 GMT
Autobot Hallways
As the title indicates, welcome to the Autobot hallways. Within the Autobot base, High Grand, or their fallen ship, The Arc, are multiple hallways, leading to this section and that. If you seek to gain access to any area, the hallways are built for precisely that. Hallways are also patrolled by hundreds if not thousands of spread protectobots, who watch over the connection sites of their base. Calling in a ground bridge is also ideal, and if you simply desire a walk, then the Hallways will act as just that.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 2:41:34 GMT
Taggon turned his helm around some more so that he could see Hotwire more clearly, as she kept up. He never made himself seem angry, because hearing her point of view made him understand her all the more. Since Taggon preferred to understand things before he killed them, he let her keep talking. He was willing to accept her own point of views, since they seemed to have some logic in them. he himself had his own mind and thoughts towards different topics, and he then took his turn speaking to her:
"When occasions such as that happen, it is sometimes what one is left with to hire another." Taggon said, as he slowed down his pace so that he was right beside her, and he angled his helm to look her in her own visor with his V-shaped one, "So it would seem, that you sell others for your own benefit. I suspect that a few people make that quick assumption, and leave it at that. Knowing you somewhat more now, I gander you need money to found yourself away from both factions. You dislike them both do you not? Both have elements that winded up eliminating your siblings, and so you can safely reside in the fact your a bounty hunter, you get money, you get some revenge, and you get no bothers from either faction." Taggon paused as he adjusted his arms to be behind his back once more, "For the most part, at least." Taggon said, his voice still gave nothing that he was thinking away.
Drones were designed for such, and if Hotwire was intrigued or annoyed by Taggon, he did not mind either way. He simply kept walking alongside her. So that happens when she tries to kidnap me again and give me to the DJD? She and I have no connections, and she could be waiting for an opportune moment for her own revenge on me. I did break her leg. Taggon thought to himself, whenever he interviewed his captives, he did so carefully.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 2:58:20 GMT
"I don't do 'revenge'," Hotwire told him firmly, "What would be the point? It won't bring back my brothers. I don't hold a grudge against you for damaging me, at least not anything substantial. If a business employer shafts me, it's business. It's generally over money. I'll deal with them, but it's not my life."
She laughed, half at him, half to herself.
"And if you're concerned that I'm working out how to capture you, don't sweat it. There are far more valuable people in this base..."
This was probably meant to be interpreted as a joke.
"But vengeance? I've worked for people who have dedicated their lives and money to vengeance. When I get back, they always seem a little... lost. It's a once way street and the destination is never satisfying."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 3:16:01 GMT
"Good." Taggon replied, addressing the revenge topic in general. Taggon was finding Hotwire to be more then her reputation gave her credit for. Then again she could just be lying, though Taggon was not finding her comments too smooth to be such. There was always the possibility she was used to lying, but her voice ws genuine enough for Taggon to take her up for it.
"Well sweat you may tell me not to, but that does not mean that if the DJD came in right now you would not be afraid to simply let them take me. Trust is a strange thing Hotwire. You can gain it, lose it, or you can be somewhere in between. and like some forms of currency, it can be rare depending on the person." Taggon neutrally stated. He finally unsheathed a knife, and then threw it in the air, letting it flip once before he caught it by the handle, and began to sharpen it, even though it already looked perfect. it was one of his knives which had not been given attention in a few days, so Taggon was making sure it was in tip-top condition. he gave no sign he was going to attack Hotwire, but as some generals smoked, Taggon sharpened his knives. It was a habit of his.
"Now here is more food for thought; I do wonder why you bother telling me the truth so easily." Taggon said genuinely, he was not stating he thought she was lying, but he was simply asking the question, "also--you were quite stronger this last encounter. I only know of one femme with that kind of strength, and her name is Bedrock. This may be a less entertaining topic for you, but what sort of things do you come across as a neutral precisely?" Taggon pressed some. She does not seem to be living for a cause at all. Then again she wants nothing to do with either faction. If what she says is true--who could blame her.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 13:48:55 GMT
Let the DJD take you? I'd direct them to your position and back them up. It's my job...
Hotwire didn't voice this though.
"You're no Autobot. At least not up here," she tapped the side of her helm, "You fight the Decepticons because the Autobots fight the Decepticons."
She certainly wasn't planning to inform him of Gox, and the fact that she didn't have Gox.
"And if you really are an Autobot, what difference does it make? "Til all are one." That was Optimus Prime's battle-cry, was it not? A cry for unity, and noble enough in its goal and execution. But now you seek to achieve it by offlining everybody who isn't an Autobot."
She moved rapidly to stand in front of Taggon, looking him visor to visor and smiling coldly.
"You unite against a common enemy. That kind of unity will only last as long as the war."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 14:25:37 GMT
Taggon halted immediately in his footsepts when Hotwire rushed in front of him, partially because of how she brought up the topic which hit a sore spot. He knew he was not truly an Autobot, but he did his best for them. He even trained some, and all that. Taggon did not suppress a sigh in the face of hotwire, but her cold smile was greeted back with an emotionless visor.
"I fight the Decepticons because they have no longer proven to be true to the path they were originally set on. The rules which had been followed ages ago had been shattered, and older vehicon programming was broken through, piece by piece as realisation struck me. I stayed loyal as long as I could, and when I found even my friends surrounded by corruption, and becoming thus, I left. I had too many examples and confirmations that the Autobtos were the ones following the morals now--even if they had a weaker approach to some things." Taggon responded. The vehicon programming kicked in some, since he said the word 'weaker'. It was a key word every ex-Decepticon used. The vehicon had stopped sharpening his knife, and was clenching it, before he started to sharpen it again.
"You are trying to convince me that my decision was a poor one. In some cases it was. In fact, I have a personal belief that this faction has not the biggest chance of pushing through. Yet I am here. Serving a cause that stays with the codes of justice and equality is better then remaining with a faction that promotes tyranny." Taggon said calmly, and then looked to the tip of his blade behind his visor, "There is always the hope that remains. This faction is still running strong, and I will keep it that way to the best of my ability. I kill those who have broken the Decepticon codes, and those who no longer have a purpose, and disrupt peace. I obey the Autobot codes, fulfilling the roles I was re-forged to long ago." Taggon said still without too much emotion. He knew that Hotwire was figuring him out, but like her, he was giving her clues.
"Hotwire. I am a war-machine. My days are numbered, and I know it is your type and a few others that will ensure that my existence ceases. Perhaps you will not assist in directly killing me, but you are a bounty Hunter. I have loot on my helm, and the DJD hunt me down. Not to mention the rest of the Decepticons who hold grudges against me for leaving. I have a small percentage of chance of living through this war. If I do, then I have plans for that as well." Taggon said smoothly, and it was true. He planned that should he live, he would simply give being 'normal' a try that would be useless, and then he would go into a stasis pod and wait for when Cybertron needed him again. He knew other vehicons had thought of the same thing, just in case being normal was too much. She probably is not too impressed with what she is finding out. I would not expect her to be, since I am what I am. Taggon thought to himself, and then picked up sharpening his blade again on his forearm.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 14:39:08 GMT
"You are blind," Hotwire replied, "You left the Decepticons because they treated you like a war machine, but here you are, still slavishly following your coding, just on the other side of the glass. If you left the cons, you must want more than that. What's the point of living if your goal is to die?"
One hand on her hip, she held out the other questioningly.
"I'm saying this because somebody like you would be better off neutral. You'd be able to find a goal beyond war. Whatever our upgrades have turned us into, or our situations have forced us to become, none of us were made to die."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 15:12:01 GMT
Taggon gave a soft chuckle at her comment on the how he deserted the Decepticons. "I told you I left them because they had broken the codes. At the time, I had a few people I knew on the other side, one even saved my life, but came because it was the 'right' thing to do. I came because I prefer a good cause to serve, one which has stable morals, as I said." Taggon sheathed his blade after checking it over one last time, "I did find something a little more then purpose as you can imagine. I found more friends, more strength, and more reasons to keep fighting." Taggon answered,
"I live, so that after I have made my servos dirty, and after I have performed deeds that I could be proud of, can say I have done something for the next generation. I can be credited for making way for a more peaceful era. I can perhaps be remembered." Taggon said, tapping his helm. "It is not the life many would choose to take, but I tie it because I know not many others will. I take it because at the beginning, I had no purpose. Then a well known silver gladiator started a rebellion, and I found that I could do more then just swing a pickaxe. I found that I could do something that could actually be useful to the war efforts." Taggon responded. He took a vent, and then hit another note.
"Now why are you telling me I should be neutral. I would have no purpose. There would be no honour, or benefit to anyone. All I would do is be chased around. Becoming neutral is not something I ever plan to do. I have a purpose here. I was not made to die, but we all will. I decided before I was made into--" Taggon gestured to himself, "This, that if I took the slot no one else did, despite the risks and trails I went through, I would my live my life well. I earned ranks, respect, and I am beginning to do it all here. I am merely a vehicon, but I became something. And last I checked, anything is better then the conditions in the mines." Taggon informed her.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 15:19:54 GMT
"Unlike some members of the factions, I plan to have a life after the war," Hotwire replied, "Perhaps then it will be worth having a family and friends who won't be so easily lost."
She turned and brusquely swept away - almost as if she had completely dismissed the fact that she was supposed to be some kind of prisoner in here.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 15:34:25 GMT
Taggon tried not to roll his optics behind his helmet. She probable would be one of the few who survived, since she wasn't with a faction. Taggon took his turn catching up, though it didn't take much. He stepped in front of her, and then spoke up once again,
"You find my thoughts dull and limited. I cannot help what they did to me when I accepted the role. However, I believe that you and I have no more need to establish anything more with each other. Now you go your way, and I will go mine."
Taggon called in a ground bridge that would lead to Australia, exactly where Hotwire had first encountered him. Taggon had chosen the site since it was precisely where he wanted her. His reasons had yet to be seen however. The vehicon then stepped aside to et the femme leave. He was ready to order her outside if she didn't go, just because she did not belong here. Her stride of how she briskly left him as if she owned the place had told him she was done.
Of course, she had probably known he was going to be sending her off, so she probably wouldn't be surprised or impressed with him, not that he had been aiming for thus. He simply knew when it was time to open the exit for people, whether they asked or not.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 15:39:08 GMT
"I find your thoughts dull and limited not because you are a Vehicon, or because you are an Autobot, but because you have chosen a faction to lock your morals to," Hotwire retorted.
Dismissively of him, she walked through the bridge, already half-transformed as she went.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 11, 2015 0:37:33 GMT
Taggon watched as the ground bridge closed behind the bounty hunter. The conversation had been interesting. If she thought she had gained any trust though, she would be very wrong. The vehicon trusted her not too much, he had only known she was not lying to him. "That is what soldiers are for, Hotwire." Taggon said in a low tone, before he walked off. He needed to get in contact with high-command, since he had a small plan. Or rather, a big one. He knew what was coming, and he wanted the Autobots prepared for thus.
He walked back towards the medical bay, knowing it was time to check up on his friends, and ensure they would be alright. He had really given nothing too much away, he had simply went along with the trade. She new about him, and he her. So next time, if he did indeed catch her, he would simply keep her in the Autobot brig since he understood her, and saw that all she really would be doing was working for the Decepticons. It was clear that Feenixfire would not simply let her into the ranks any time soon, or for that matter allow her to be paid a wage. Taggon had taken one step to hide something from Hotwire. He had told her he had a fear for the DJD, but he never told her that he had his own plans on how to face them or prepare himself for their inevitable attack on him.
Taggon kept walking the halls, knowing what he wanted next in the medical bay, after the medics were done with their patients. He needed a few small upgrades for a few small tricks, and of course something to counter a few basic attacks. A small plot to keep himself online for a fight he knew was to come.
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Post by thespy on Feb 19, 2015 1:02:10 GMT
Meanwhile, inside a room branching off from the hallway crouched a bot. The bot held a holocom in it's hand and was tapping in a code on the keyboard. The transmitter then sent the code to the coordinates the bot had typed. The bot held in it's ventilation systems as it waited for the comm light to go green. When it did, the bot spoke into the comm to confirm to the receiver that it was the spy calling. "All hail Shockwave..." The spy then waited with anticipation for the response and for the image of the purple cyclops to appear on the holocom.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 19, 2015 12:26:09 GMT
thespy Are you planning on using that character more than eleven posts? If so i must ask you to fill out an application for it. Thank you.
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Post by thespy on Feb 19, 2015 17:43:50 GMT
((Skyspray, this is a pre existing character that you've already approved. I just don't wanna reveal his name because, well, he's a spy.))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 19, 2015 17:54:49 GMT
(( thought so. Hehe. Good luck ))
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Post by Ripclaw and Chelmist on Feb 22, 2015 16:50:10 GMT
Zathra walked down the hall trying to keep a low profile since she was a spy. She looked to her right and tried to find a separate corridor where their were no protectobots, she continued to look until a protectobot catched her gaze and she looked away. Zathra looked to her left slightly and saw a empty room, it was completely empty of any bots or protectobots. She walked towards the room, her shoulder laid back and her arms crossed trying to act casual. She walked into the room and entered a code and the door closed behind her. Zathra knelled down on the ground and pulled out a rectangular object and placed it on the ground. She pressed a green button on the object and a holo-version of the Arc or High Grand appeared before her. She looked at the schematics of the ship and zoomed into the control room. She pulled out a data-pad and read some orders then she transformed the data-pad back into her thigh.
Zathra: Will, this will be.....fun! Now I have to try and sabotage their groundbridge and medical bay, hopefully Lord Shockwave will be proud of me. Now....
Zathra clicked a button on the rectangular object and it transformed into a cube, she grabbed the cube and transformed it into a compartment on her thigh. She stood up and walked over to the console and typed in the passcode and walked back into the hallway.
Zathra: ....Time to get down to buisness
She muttered under her breath. She continued to walk down the hall, keeping her shoulder relaxes and her arms crossed.
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Post by AeroJet on Mar 9, 2015 10:51:42 GMT
Aerojet walked through the hallways to the academy's dormitory, with a bit sluggish steps. It's been a while since the large recharge and he was a guy that needed sleep very much. He continued his way to the academy.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Mar 17, 2015 19:16:21 GMT
The doors shut in the hallways making any passage impossible. A red light illuminated the area.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2015 20:29:59 GMT
The sniper would sneake around the place, he just wanted to have a bit of privace after a serie of events. On his hands he holds his broken weapon, a hybrid betweek a rifle and..a guitar? Don't ask me.
The mech gets lost in his mind for some seconds
Damn, I've got a bad day today...
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