|
Post by CallMeAst♥ on Apr 9, 2015 15:30:37 GMT
"Alright then. Welcome Astrinal, Head of Surveillance."*Feenix had listened to what she was told and she saw talent in Astrinal, and a burning desire to serve the Autobots without a thought for her life. That impressed the femme.* A form of light seeped into Astrinal's calm optics, almost as if she had accomplished something. Astrinal nodded silently in response. "Thank you ma'am." Astrinal responded. "No, I do think we should head to the Command Center-" She said, gesturing to the hallways beyond. "you know, the news."
Astrinal turned her helm before the happiness got a grasp on her professional, calm state. Astrinal still maintained a neutral face. But inside, Astrinal was having a small party of happiness. She'd finally done it. She did what her parents said she'd never do, be the best at what she does.
|
|
|
|
Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Apr 9, 2015 16:03:01 GMT
"Sure thing."
*Feenix then leads the way to the Command centre.*
|
|
|
Sideswipe
•
Autobot
Posts: 122
Likes: 5
Gender: Male
|
Post by Sideswipe on Apr 22, 2015 17:58:09 GMT
Sideswipe strolled through the halls, looking for a GB control. He went into one of the rooms housing one, inputting a certain amount of co-ordinates and stepping through the vortex, it closing behind him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Apr 24, 2015 12:06:53 GMT
The vents suddely closed and the doors shut as multiple autotroopers entered each section between the doors.
|
|
|
Shatterbeam
•
Could be messier.
Autobot
Posts: 606
Likes: 6
Gender: Male
|
Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 24, 2015 14:15:01 GMT
Shatter ran out, quickly detaching one of his bladed rotors and speeding down the hallways, trying to make his way to the command central. There was a Groundbridge there, and if something or someone triggered a lockdown, they'd go there.
|
|
|
Ulti
•
Avacon
Posts: 378
Likes: 33
Gender: Male
|
Post by Ulti on Apr 24, 2015 16:41:11 GMT
Dashside followed him, running just as fast as he, not drawing any weapons like he did, chasing him as they ran to the command central.
|
|
|
Deleted
•
Posts: 0
Likes:
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 13:13:48 GMT
Whiteclaw was walking towards the local autobot pub carrying Cobalt on his back. The predacon looked around since he doesn't remember the location the 'predabot bar'. Using his nostrils, he started to track the smells coming from his wanted place. Everything he gets is the smell of the armory, some know cybertronians, the smell of their footsteps, and another unpleasant things he would prefer keep in secret. Those odors can be barely smelt by others, but the White's nostrils are able to detect them. Suddenly, he detects the smell of something else. His wings and ears lifts towards the smell origin. I wonder if my odor detector isn't lying me.....
|
|
|
Cobalt
•
Autobot
Posts: 85
Likes: 0
Gender: Male
|
Post by Cobalt on Dec 16, 2015 12:22:20 GMT
Cobalt sits upon the predacon's back and notices Whiteclaw's sudden energy. Is something happening White? The sparkling asks, hoping it isn't a threat, he's had enough fighting for now. Looking around quickly, Cobalt is a bit afraid of what might be what Whiteclaw had noticed. He hugged the neck tighter and the began to whine softly, not wanting to get into combat. This was where the Autobots lived right? They couldn't get attacked.
|
|
|
Deleted
•
Posts: 0
Likes:
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 12:38:52 GMT
Whiteclaw followed the origin of that smell, but the predacon didn't looked afraid of alarmed at all. Avoiding the rest of smells of the hallways, he would continue his way.
No, it isn't nothing bad, but....
Some metter away Rifle is tired for looking for the big mech. Since he has lost his glasses some months ago, his optics would be seen, but they don't look in their better condition. Fatigue was the only thing they reflected. The black mech hears some strange noises. It was the pale predacon following his essence. Whiteclaw stops smelling until he see the tall silhouette of Rifle and runs towards him with his four legs.
Black!
White?
(grey)
|
|
|
Cobalt
•
Autobot
Posts: 85
Likes: 0
Gender: Male
|
Post by Cobalt on Dec 20, 2015 17:25:02 GMT
Cobalt sees the familiar figure of Rifle, the mech that had saved the two of them back in Siberia. Noting how excited Whiteclaw was to see the mech, Cobalt smiled as well. He stands up and slides off of the predacon's back and onto the floor. The sparkling wanted to greet Blackhertz. Hi, who are you? The miniature mech asks with an outstretched servo.
|
|
|
Soundwave
•
Decepticon
Posts: 461
Likes: 0
Gender: Male
|
Post by Soundwave on Dec 20, 2015 18:36:41 GMT
Flarewing, having been let into the base by a passing Autotrooper, was wandering the hallways, trying to find something to give her a sense of direction.
|
|
|
Deleted
•
Posts: 0
Likes:
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2015 19:12:37 GMT
Whiteclaw transforms into his robot mode once Cobalt is on the floor. he looks worried at Rifle's wounds, but those are minor scratches. Nothing important to Rifle, but in the other had, Whiteclaw was the one who is in bad conditions. The medic Stellene made a good job trying to save him from his spark attack, but some scars and straches are clearly visible. Whiteclaw don't care about them as long as Cobalt is safe.
Rifle instead to be happy to find Whiteclaw, he sounds angry.
Where the hell you gone!? I was looking for you in almost all the base. What kind of scrap you have in your mind!
White stays in silence for some seconds in silence.
I dont' want to talk about this. Everything I'll say is about this sparkling, I found him alone, and for everything I know, his parents can't be located at the moment.
The black mech locks around without see Cobalt. he does until he looks at the floor. As White, Rifle is a tall mech too, but he's skinny , almost like a stickman.
Oh, this is the stuff you're talking about... The dark mech grabbed the Cobalt's servo to pick him up. Rifle looks at Cobalt in an evil way. The broken chin and part of his faceplate would give him an horrendous look, like a skull smiling, and with that morbid moustache which is able to move at Rifle's will. It won't be the best for a Sparkling like Cobalt.
Well, how many credits will people pay for something like this?
Whiteclaw stays in shock for some seconds before to get a mad expression at Rifle. HE has considered Cobalt as his son, and the idea to sell him to an unknow cybertronian gives him a stomachache.
What the hell are you thinking!? We can't sell a sparkling, that goes against that laws!
But who follows rules in these times!? Nobody does!
Are you crazy, we need to find his parents, and in the meanwhile, someone should take care of him.
Rifle facepalms with his other servo before to use it to hold Cobalt. Everytime he speaks, the body of Cobalt is shaking unconsciously.
See, if we get the money and resources, we could travel away from this planet and this war, you want a peacefull life, dont you? Here is our solution!
I wonder if you can think in something else than yourself and money...
Don't judge me wrong! But we ahve to consider every oportunity everytime it's in front of us! Also, I think you're too old to take care of this sparkling.
Don't bring the age subject, please... Now, give me the Sparkling!
White extended his arms towards Cobalt, but Rifle refuses to give the sparkling to the old mech.
|
|
|
Deleted
•
Posts: 0
Likes:
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2015 13:12:25 GMT
Rifle denies to give the sparkling, getting it away from the Whiteclaw's servos and steps a meter away from him.
I don't want to see the same mistake you did before with that protoform, remember?
But you know I can't remember nothing about that supposed daughter! I only can remember some images in my mind, but I'm not sure it that was real or not.
You're acting weird since , better rest. We're going to discuss about the small demon later. I need to do something I've been postergating for days. But I would recoend to don't keep the child with you.
Ending that phrase, Rifle got tired to carry Cobalt and gives it to White, but his expression wasn't the best. Whiteclaw picks him carefully and tries to call him, the sparkling would probably cry, or at least be scared.
Why not?
You are an old mech, and you're expecting to take care of him. First, try to save yourself.
I can take care of myself, but you know I don't like to use the weapons, even if I create them! You know my ethic code against them.
I had the same mentality, but now my nickname and weapon has saved my life, but that doesnt mean I have to kill someone. Before to be mercenary and a sniper, I'm a singer, and a musician.
Rifle moves his skinny legs to another place, looking for someone to make business, or maybe to solve some issues.
Whiteclaw remains in silence carrying the sparkling with both arms a he watches Rifle leaving the hallways. He would follow him and beg for come back, but the dark mech is right, he has been acting weird the latest dyas, even enough to make a reckless walk in dangerous grounds. Anyway, White looks at Cobalt and pats him to calm down. He looks around to find a place to rest. he remembered autobots offered a place to rest in the temporal rooms that can be used as a coaching inn.
The giant mech steps in the opposite way and after some minutes he disappears.
|
|
|
rustbucket
•
Autobot
Posts: 105
Likes: 12
Gender: Male
|
Post by rustbucket on Jan 24, 2016 2:43:34 GMT
"Hallways. Yup. These are hallways." Rustbucket said, walking into them. He counted his success' so far. He'd met a Wrecker. One of the famous ones. He'd found a bar. A pretty good one. He'd found an armory. That could use some work. He really wanted open flame and fire. Being a Builder of Solus and one of the Forge Ladies own, these things were paramount, to him at least. He'd not been assigned anything or anywhere to go. He missed his cave in the orcish castle. Deep in the mountains, where the heat of a volcano could be used to forge. He collapsed himself back into vehicle mode and went into shut down.
|
|
|
rustbucket
•
Autobot
Posts: 105
Likes: 12
Gender: Male
|
Post by rustbucket on Jan 24, 2016 15:25:53 GMT
Coming back online, Rust transformed and got up, his low rumbling echoing down the halls. He headed back to the armory to begin his morning ritual.
|
|
|
Whirl
•
Autobot
Posts: 1,134
Likes: 28
Gender: Male
|
Post by Whirl on Feb 15, 2016 2:39:28 GMT
In the hallways just outside the Control Room, Whirl stood there for a few long moments, covering his face with his claws, thoroughly embarassed at himself. He'd even been called a 'teddy bear' in front of half a dozen people. 'Whirly-bird' he could handle. That was less dignified.
|
|
|
Empress
•
Predacon
Posts: 636
Likes: 35
Gender: Female
|
Post by Empress on Feb 15, 2016 2:56:45 GMT
As she exited the control room, Empress switched to her bipedal mode, her vocals sore from being used in her alt mode. She walked forwards and stood in front of Whirl, her helm tilting as she noticed his change in behavior.
"Are you doing alright?" Her optic ridges raised in concern as she reached out to lower his claws. She was not aware that she should be more careful when using names in public places.
|
|
|
Whirl
•
Autobot
Posts: 1,134
Likes: 28
Gender: Male
|
Post by Whirl on Feb 15, 2016 3:03:35 GMT
"Yeah, yeah, not that it's your concern," Whirl muttered, "It's just been... a lot of work gettin' people to be scared of me an' all, an' there's not gonna keep bein' scared if I don't start choking you for trying to give me a cute nickname."
He scratched the back of his helm, embarrassed, "It's just that I... I'm not used to talkin' to people I don't hate. And who don't hate me. You don't hate me, right? I'm never sure..."
|
|
|
Empress
•
Predacon
Posts: 636
Likes: 35
Gender: Female
|
Post by Empress on Feb 15, 2016 3:26:26 GMT
"If you want, I can try and act fearful..." The femme offered, knowing all to well that she can't act worth her life. But hey, it's the thought that counts.
"I don't hate you. And even if I did, I would still be polite. Kill you with kindness sort of deal." Truth be told, Empress wasn't really capable of expressing hate, dislike, maybe. Her systems considered it a waste of energy, and most times she had difficulties trying to remember why she disliked an individual.
|
|
|
Whirl
•
Autobot
Posts: 1,134
Likes: 28
Gender: Male
|
Post by Whirl on Feb 15, 2016 3:34:42 GMT
"Your dad already hates me, although I wouldn't blame him. He thinks that if I hit on you enough you might actually considerate I'm worth goin' somewhere with!" Whirl snickered, before covering his optic and peeking out from a claw, "Still... you don't hate me... and you don't think I'm a monster or a freak..."
He stirred a pede aimlessly on the floor in a circle, embarassed.
"You'd be the first since... this happened," he waved a claw at himself. After a moment he added, "That's nice."
|
|
|