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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 5:17:48 GMT
Mark Twain National Forest is a U.S. National Forest located in the southern half of Missouri. MTNF was established on September 11, 1939. It is named for author Mark Twain, a Missouri native. The MTNF covers 1,491,840 acres, 78,000 acres of which are Wilderness, and National Scenic River area. MTNF spans 29 counties and represents 11% of all forested land in Missouri. MTNF is divided into six distinct ranger districts: Ava-Cassville-Willow Springs, Eleven Point, Houston-Rolla-Cedar Creek, Poplar Bluff, Potosi-Fredericktown, and the Salem. The six ranger districts actually comprise nine overall unique tracts of forests. Its headquarters are in Rolla, Missouri.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 5:52:26 GMT
Rushing out of the sky was a metal escape pod, which the metal exterior broke through the clouds and made it's way towards the ground. In a matter of seconds, the pod crash landed into the ground, which the pod knocked down trees and made deep markings in the ground in it's path It took a minute to stop. But when it did, the metal exterior burned a red hot color, thanks to the friction along the ground.
Inside the pod, a single life signal emerged.
Black Sun's optics shot open a split second, which the decepticon's processor began to run in confusion and panic. Where am I, what's happening, why am I in an enclosed area, why- It was to many questions, which the femme began to frantically look around the pod. She wanted to get out and see where she was, to clear her head from her frantic state. She began to push random buttons, not very sure of what did what. After a few tries, she realized that the buttons were broken. She grumbled in anger, then turned to the pod exit and began striking it with her digits. Her servos didn't do much, she she instinctively transformed her servo into a path blaster and shot off the cover. The cover then immediately shot off, which she attempted to pull herself out. Since she hadn't operated her legs for a long time, she didn't catch herself, which resulted in her hitting the ground.
Now laying on her back and looking up at the sky, Black Sun inspected her surroundings. She had apparently exited a small shuttle. She was now on a planet with blue skys and- what were those things? She looked at a tree, which she began to decide what it was. It's brown, it's straight, and it has green stuff. She thought. Those look dangerous, I'm not gonna' touch them.
Rolling her front side, Black Sun pressed her servos to the ground and pushed herself up. She stumbled at first, but she eventually caught herself with her peds. Now standing she decided what to do next. No, she had to think first. Making her way to the shuttle, she sat on it's exterior and began to think. Okay, okay, let's think here Sun. Your Black Sun, your Second in Command of the Decepticons, and apparently your armed- And-- Black Sun stopped thinking, which she opened her optics in realization. The scrap? Do I not have any history or something? That was absurd, she had to have some background. She couldn't think of any faces, any houses, any families. Hell, not even a maiden or middle name. Primus, do I have thing.. What's it called, Amnesia? She thought, then scratched her chin. She then let her servo cross over her faceplate, then eventually to the top of her helm. Instantly, she felt a sticky substance on the side of her helm. Removing her servo, she looked at what was on her palm.
Energon.
Black Sun began to dab at the source of energon. What she couldn't see was a pretty ugly head wound. Black Sun thought it was a small bleed, probably from breaking the shuttle door. Shaking her helm, she finally recieved an all-come. It surprised her at first, which she shot up. It was something about Texas. Do I have means to communicate with others? She thought. Well in that case...
Although it took her a second, Black Sun sent a comm to the Nemesis's Command Center. Following up was a Distress Signal.
:: This is Decepticon Second in Command Black Sun, I am in need of assistance--- and a Medic. ::
She hoped this would get her somewhere. Away from these dangerous looking straight things.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 6:51:56 GMT
A couple minutes after Black Sun had sent her distress call, a single Ground Bridge portal had erupted into life behind her. Shredding the fabric of space with a rippling sound, the bright green vortex appeared precisely 15ft away from the SiC's shuttle, well within visual range while not appearing directly onto of the craft. With a small warping sound, two forms exited the portal. Well, there were two bodies, but only one outline... Holding on with one servo, a wide smile plastered across his face plate, Soundwave's lead demolitions expert rode upon Ravage the Cyber-panther as the feline charged towards Black Sun. Clearing the distance between the two within seconds, the bipedal mini-con quickly stood up on the panther's back and jumped off, landing just in front of the femme with a smug expression whilst Ravage padded up next to him.
Well hello there, my damaged friend! Good ol' Soundwave received your distress call and sent us to pick you up. Rumble and Ravage at your service!
He spoke with that half snobby, half joking tone that just grated whoever was listening, it didn't help that he was extra smug from getting away with riding on Ravage's back. The jet black cyber-beast merely growled quietly in response, finely tuned senses on high alert for any approaching hostiles.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 13:39:46 GMT
((I like proboards better because there's no character limit )) The arrival of Rumble and Ravage was so sudden, Black Sun didn't have time to react. She recided she would still sit, and attack if the arriving being was engaged. She could hear a set of four legs patting the ground, then a few metallic movements before Rumble landed in front of her. His greeting is way to- annoying.. She thought to herself. Black Sun's faceplate itself remained un humored, as still as stone. Her red optics laid upon the minicon with equal, to more blankness in her stare. It would have been terrifying. "At the moment, It would be useful for you to guide me to the Nemesis." Black Sun responded, rubbing her faceplate again. The Second in Command did look pretty banged up. besides a few dents and scrapes, Black Sun had a massive helm wound. Whatever it was, or however it happened, It was pretty serious. "Which I'd assume that green thing will take us there?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 16:17:46 GMT
Rumble let out a series of 'tuts' as he looked at the femme's head injury, lowering his gaze and shaking it loosely as he crossed his short arms. Flickering his gaze over to Ravage, whose head seemed to be on a constant swivel, he tapped the back of his servo against the panther's closest shoulder. The jet black feline snapped his attention to the fellow mini-con and released a low growl, baring his fangs and daring him to do that again.
Oh, put a sock in it robo-kitty! Sir. Crashalot here is injured. It would be most unmech-like of us not to assist her through the portal, into the waiting arms of the Decepticon medics. Now be a good guard kitty and check the pod, I'll help our new friend.
Ravage released a low growl of contempt, his claws digging into the ground as he struggled to stay his claws from ripping across the annoying cassetticon's smug face plate, but he eventually did as he was told. Padding forward towards the pod's blown off entrance, he sharply bolted the last remaining steps and leapt inside, landing with graceful thuds as he entered. His red optics allowed him to see perfectly in the dark room around him, barely illuminated by the rays of sun light coming in from behind him. With his head on a constant rotation, he scanned very inch of visible expanse in his search for anything of use.
Meanwhile, Rumble turned his attention away from the pod's entrance and looked up at Black Sun. Smiling coyly, he slowly swaggered forward with his servos clasped behind his back, a perfect rendition of trying to act smart...
So then, how 'bout you climb into my arms and I carry you back to the Nemesis? Your injury is surely messing with your balance, so why risk it and just let me do alllll the work?
His inner womaniser broke free, attempting to 'wow' Black Sun and plant his flag before any other mech got to her. It apparent the significant height difference between the two did nothing to deter him, so much for size mattering...
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 16:41:39 GMT
Black Sun merely raised an optical ridge, which she carefully made her way off the side of the pod and shook her helm politely. "I can walk myself." Black Sun said merely, then began walking towards the groundbridge. It wasn't exactly rude, but it wasn't exactly friendly. Black Sun had a feeling that in spark, she wasn't a very nice person. But not as bad as others in her ranks. I guess we'll see.. She thought.
As Black Sun turned her back plate to make the short walk to the groundbridge, three katanas made it's appearance in holsters. They were in a fanned formation, two sticking out left and right, and a larger katana, more preferably, known as a Nodachi, sticking straight up. The double changer made her somewhat unbalanced strides toward the green portal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 16:59:12 GMT
(( You mean triple changer, right? ))
Hmph, rude.
Watching as the femme staggered past him towards the portal, Rumble waved his servo at her in a dismissing manner. Turning around to look at the pod's entrance, he absent mindedly strolled up to it, peering inside to look around for Ravage. The lack of movement caused him to cock his optic, he could hear feint paw steps from within, but nothing more to signal his partner in crime was around. Placing his servos on the lip of the entrance, he pulled himself up onto it and slowly stepped forward.
Ooooh Ravage? Time to go! Let's blow this rust bucket and get back to Bla- I mean Soundwave!........ Just get out here you fragging cat.
The small amount of noise ended sharply after that, leaving nothing but an eerie silence that clung to him like a mask. Starting to grow a little twitchy, Rumble brought out his pair of pile drivers and got into a stance, hovering the blunt heads of his two weapons just above the ground.
I'm warning you now, get your tailed aft out here before I bury you!
Another drawn out silence greeted him, causing him to slowly lift his drivers and prepare to start hammering. Suddenly a blur in the darkness caught his attention, shooting towards him and making him let out a surprised yelp as the object shoved past him, knocking his aft off onto the grass behind him. Landing on his back with his gaze straight up, he grumbled a few insults as he saw Ravage's black frame sprinting across the small field up to Black Sun, joining her as the two disappeared through the portal. Suddenly getting the idea that he might be left behind, he quickly rolled over and sprinted towards the green vortex. Shouting 'scrap' over and over again as he leapt through the portal, it closed just behind him with hair grazing closeness, enough to make him gulp at the thought of leaving a leg behind...
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 17:09:25 GMT
((Why does everyone say that XD Damnit! She had two alts Confusing, I know.)) *Moves RP to command center*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 17:10:56 GMT
(( Because thats what a Triple Changer is!!!! ))
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 17:18:49 GMT
((Shh, okay then XD *Stuffs a cookie in Soundwave's mouth*))
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 7, 2015 14:41:52 GMT
A vortex opened among the trees and foliage. The portal sat there for a second or two before a mech stepped out and into the densely wooded area. Grass swayed with the wind caused by the portal but stopped their moving when the vortex closed as quickly as it came. Leaving the mech standing, alone in the large green mass of life. Without much time passing the Vehicon started his trek through the tall trees and ferns. Animals heard the towering metal beast and scampered far away from its path.
Stalaken continued to walk at a steady pace for a few hours. The sceneery may have caused some other mechs to stop and gaze at its beauty and wonder, but not him. For Stalaken did indeed think that the land he was in was interesting he didnt care. He had a mission/job and he was going to fulfill it to the best of his ability, and he sure wasnt going to let some plants slow him down. The scanner on his wrist had yet to find any signs of energon or spark signatures.
So far so good.
Stalaken had come to this wood area to find out two things about it. One, that the land had or didnt have any energon. Two to see of the Autobots had yet infested it and needed to be exterminated. So far there was no one and no energon. Which was fine for him, though he wouldnt mind meeting some Autobots to kill.
The ground started to incline as he got closer to a small hill. The top of the hill appeared to be cleared of trees and made a open area. So he changed direction and walked up the hill, wanting to see if anyone happened to be in the clearing. His scanner said that there was nothing there but he had learned in past experiences that the scanner cant pick up everything. He entered the clearing to find, nothing. It didnt surprise him but it did make him slightly sad at not finding anything. So he continued through the clearing reaching the other side and entered back into the forest.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 10, 2015 12:26:49 GMT
It was a sunny day, the rays of the star just two planets away from Earth touching almost anything, the sun was at the epitome of it's ascent in the sky. All but no shadows obscured anything, thus providing no shelter for the stealthy. As leaves crunched under the feet of the vehicon, He wondered upon what he was to do next. For now, Astrinal surely had something up his sleeve, but she was playing on her own game board, and over looking true potential threats. Taggon could easily list a few threats within the Autobot ranks exactly now, and to subdue him was going to have to be his duty. The threats? They were hidden, and hidden well. No one ever seemed to see these threats.
Some might say Taggon was over paranoid, or simply over reacting, however, Taggon believed in cutting things by the stem before they got out of servo...and this threat had grown into a vast one over the years. Taggon continued to walk, downwards into the valley, his servos behind his back. People were not around in this particular vicinity at the time, so it was safe to stride. The vehicon gave a small sigh as he thought of a few other topics. He needed to get to many operations.
It was then that his visor gave him a small buzz. A decepticon was near, and by now, Taggon was but a few paces from him. Taking two more bold and quiet steps forth, tag found himself face to face with none other than his old comrade; Stalaken. The dark silver and pitch black vehicon's armor did not gleam in the sunlight with the kind of gleam of new paint, but older paint. Small cuts and scratches decked the vehicon, as he mentally prepared himself for what he predicted to come.
"Stalaken," Taggon spoke calmly in greeting, though he was ready for an aggressive maneuver already.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 10, 2015 12:41:26 GMT
A soundless wind rustled the leaves of near by trees around Stalaken. The woods were something Stalaken had never really been in before. It was very interesting to him, the green, the brown and the life. For on Cybertron there was nothing like this. No lands just full of free and wild life. He almost for a moment felt happy. He started to think that maybe when the war was over he would just say here, chill and rest. But reality kicked him and reminded him that the humans were his enemy and so was their land. Even the pretty ones.
His foot falls crushed leafs and small sticks, warning the forest animals of his coming. He was lost in thought, which didnt happen often. Usually he was quite busy with his work and killing, but here everything just seemed so far away. The war, the death, the hatred, the pain and of course the Autobots. As he thought his scanner on his wrist beeped at him. He looked down at it and say that there was a ground bridge signature that opened not quite far way from his current location.
Company? Hope its the right kind.
Stalaken changed direction and headed towards the recent portal. He didnt have to go far when the mech came into his view. And to Stalakens surprise it was a mech he knew, very well. Too well for Stalakens liking. Taggon stood before him with that look, the look that Stalaken had grown to enjoy, but he now hated it. In fact he hated everything about this mech. He had at one time thoroughly liked this mech like a brother, but when the traitorous scum pile showed his true colors Stalaken knew his trust was replaced with a furry he had never felt for anyone before.
"Stalaken," Taggon spoke calmly in greeting,
Stalaken winced slightly as the voice of the worm hit his audio receptors. He nodded back at his new foe and responded with a cold,
" Taggon."
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Post by Taggon on Apr 10, 2015 12:50:11 GMT
It wasn't body language that told Taggon that Stalaken wanted his hide here and now. Taggon knew that negotiations were useless when it came to Stalaken, so Taggon would have to rule out a thoughtful discussion. The vehicon kept his calm air present, as he let his servos quietly fall to his side. The vehicon held some emotion for Stalaken. They had indeed been brothers, but now....Eversince Taggon had been kidnapped into the order of the Avacons, and than reprogrammed from mindless drone to a sentient being once more, the clarity of his view had increased greatly. He had not chosen the Decepticons as the faction he would return to, but he would have remained with the Avacons should the Autobots not have passed the test he had given them.
Taggon had required proof that there was moral in at least on faction, and when he found that he could be himself in a fact with the right cause, the right intentions, he moved in. He had gathered friends from that point, and taken many names. He'd even become SiC of a used-to-be enemy squad of Autobots. Yet Taggon held no pride in his action of abandoning his former faction. Sometimes he regretted it, sometimes he held bitterness towards himself, and other times he disliked attacking his old comrades.
Or he had disliked. He had grown used to it. To face his trainers, his superiors, and bare the burden of his past daily was just something minor in his optics. So as he stared visor to visor with his fellow vehicon, Taggon'svoice emitted from his mouth and through the helmet.
"If we are going to do this Stalaken..." Taggon let the knives which had already found their way into his servo slip to the ground. "...I say we do it like mechs."
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 10, 2015 13:02:41 GMT
The air was getting tense like it knew about the tension between the two. Sounds which one normally heard in a forest were quite as they waited to see what would occur between these tow mechs. Stalaken stared at Taggon conflicting with two powerful emotions, one the emotion of hatred. He had to try very hard to not loss his top and ruthlessly charge at his enemy. The second was sadness, the pain he felt in his chest was just another reminder of the act that Taggon committed. The crime that now separated them, the action that now had them fighting to the death.
Stalaken's shields wasted no time getting it his servos as he prepared himself for a long and bloody fight. But before he attacked Taggon surprised him yet again,
"If we are going to do this Stalaken..." Taggon let the knives which had already found their way into his servo slip to the ground. "...I say we do it like mechs."
Stalaken at first had a huge urge to attack right then and there when his foe was unarmed. But Stalaken knew Taggon, and he also knew that Taggon could have twelve knifes out and into the air before he could even get close. No, this was an act or a way of showing Stalaken that Taggon was still a good mech at spark. Stalaken felt proud, that even when Taggon turned to the Autobots he still held up the true ways of warriors.
Stalaken looked down at his shields then back at Taggon, and let them drop onto the soft earth, " Like mechs." Stalaken concurred. When the shields dug into the ground Stalaken lunged forwards. Bringing his servos up and striking with his right arm, right at Taggons helm.
(( Let the battle begin! ))
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Post by Taggon on Apr 10, 2015 13:15:23 GMT
Upon seeing that Stalaken had paused and than agreed with him, Taggon's mind instantly began to scroll through multiple ways to take Stalaken down quickly. The objective: To win. Kill if Necessary. Stalaken's servo swiped toward's a very predictable spot: The helm. The helm was a delicate spot indeed, and to decapitate or stun was a good strategy, but only if it worked. Otherwise, it was rather predictable.
Taggon saw the arm movement from Stalaken, the way he was maneuvering his arm, or had started to gave some hints as to Stalaken's intentions. The vehicon Avacon with the deep red visor gave a duck diagonally to the side as one of his own arms came up as to block Stalaken's attack with the side of his well-armored fore-arm. All the while, Taggon's secondary arm had drawn back, and then come quickly with the fast reflexes and strength that Taggon had been gifted with to plant a firm and powerful punch in Stalaken's side. The force of the punch was to cause his opponent to stagger. Meanwhile, Taggon kept his pedes not planted in the ground, but ready to move if required.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 10, 2015 13:32:11 GMT
One thought went through Stalakens mind as he attacked Taggon. " He is better then me." Stalaken wasnt one to kid himselfand he knew that Taggon was a great fighter. Now him and Stalaken were quite even in the amount of moves but Taggon was much better then Stalaken at thinking out side of the box. And Stalaken knew that, but that didnt stop him, for Stalaken wasnt one to back down from any fight even ones he knew he might lose.
As his arm flew at Taggons helm Stalaken already knew that it would be blocked or dodged, for the vehicon before him was not going to let a mere first attack bring him down. Stalaken servo crashed into Taggons forearm and was stopped dead, he instinctively brought that servo back to his side. Years of fighting with Taggon for training helped Stalaken know his opponent through and though. This helped Stalaken and Taggon, so they both would knwo what eachother would want to do so they needed to do the unexpected, and that was not Stalakens forte.
As his servo came back to his body he thrust his body to the left, letting Taggons fist slam into his other side. The attack did hurt for being punched by someone who know how to was never a good thing but Stalaken was willing to get hurt to be in a better place to attack Taggon. The force of the blow shook his torso armor and stopped his movement, which is wait Stalaken wanted. For with this move he was now face to face with Taggon, inches away from his foe. Stalaken then pushed with his pedes, which planted themselves when he stopped with the punch, and slammed his helm right into Taggons. Samshing his visor into his old pals visor.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 10, 2015 13:48:58 GMT
Unpredictable aggressive maneuvers where something that would be evident in a battle that was between him and Stalaken might be expected. However, Taggon's deduction upon what precisely Stalaken was not entirely accurate, considering both vehicons had grown in their own ways of attack. Another variable to their fight was that Taggon could think with his feet, and his arms as well. Stalaken's move was something that Taggon found quick in return to his own.
Taggon knew that Stalaken was no idiot, though he could be stubborn, he would fight until his last breath. Or so his records of Stalaken which he held within his helm stated. Both vehicons knew each other well, both had seen battles, both had seen mechs live and die, and both had taiught each other their own tactics. The avacon was built to adapt however, and perhaps his adaptability would win out, though his dependability on this skill was one which Taggon feared was a growing weakness. The good news was that DStalaken did not use plasma missiles.
Stalaken's helm came to Bash into Taggon's, but the avacon's servo which had been used to block was applied once more as his other servo was sent the orders to slip to the desired position which Taggon had in mind for it. As for the first servo, Taggon quickly attempted to cup it over Stalaken's helm, and though they were inches apart, if Taggon's first servo was successful in forcing Stalaken's helm down, though the front of Stalaken's helm did slightly bash into Taggon's visor. If Taggon's maneuver worked, Stalaken would finding his helm being forced down into Taggon's knee spike. Should the knee spike make contact, the sharpened knee spike would be used to penetrate Stalaken's helm. There was now scratch marks on tag's mask, a crack in his visor where Stalake's helm had made partial contact with his visor and mask.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 10, 2015 14:03:48 GMT
Taggons grasp his helm and Stalaken knew it couldnt be good. When Taggons servo touched his helm Stalaken brought his arms into action each with a different purpose. His helm came down right towards the spike, but Stalaken knew about the spike long before some mechs would. For he Taggon very well and had seen him use this move on another bot in a different fight.
His left servo Stalaken quickly shoved into Taggons knee for from his position his left arm was quite close to the now raised nee. The shove would cause the knee to be slightly off target, aiding Stalaken for a moment. His right servo was brought along with Taggons servo that was pushing on Stalakens helm. Stalaken then used his own servo to grab Taggons wrist, twist and push down. As he did the moves with his servos Stalaken jerked his helm to the right, but not fast enough. The knee blade sliced right through his left cheek. The cut was clean and smooth, for Taggon was known for keeping his blades sharp and polished.
The knee of Taggon was now still coming up, for it had meant to met resistance but when meeting none continued just a little farther up. For any one like Taggon would quickly bring their own knee back to where they want it, not giving Stalaken lots of room to mess up. Which he didnt, when the blade cut his helm he was using his servo, now on Taggons wrist, to push down and now that the knee spike had missed his helm would go a bit higher than planned. If Stalakens aim was good he would push Taggons twisted wrist right onto the up coming blade.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 10, 2015 14:18:51 GMT
Windtalker, the poor little minicon, had been following his master's orders in following Taggon, which was not the name he knew him by. The programmed memories that had been installed in him knew him to be very different, as he watched the fight, wondering if he should intervene or not.
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