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Post by Taggon on Apr 10, 2015 14:39:04 GMT
Taggon was unaware that he had been being followed by a small minicon, engrossed in the matters within his helm and the events currently happening. The minicon had been lucky in the sense that Taggon wasn't suspecting anyone to be too interested in him after he had revealed full well in the medical bay that he was 100% war-machine. Chiro had displayed some understanding, and his punishment had been reduced,but still, what Autobot would be wanting to follow a creature of war? Aside from his few remaining friends. Taggon had known that a few would be disgusted, including Stellene, Flare, and Northstar. Presently he had to deal with Stalaken though.
Taggon did indeed have a twisted wrist, but the vehicon was not to be stopped by just that. Stalaken had applied a clever move, as Taggon's twisted wrist came down to the knee spike, he jerked it to the side, meaning for Stalaken to receive some of the cut of the knee spike as well; Taggon's arm moving to the side so that the knee spike would cut in the space just in-between Taggon's wrist and where Stalaken's servo digits were. Both would receive damage if this move worked, the Autobot receiving a long fun on the front of his forearm.
Taggon never wasted his time though. as his one hand was occupied, Stalaken's helm was still down, and with his helm his back. Tag's free servo darted from his side to grab the wrist of Stalaken's other servo, and should his maneuver be accomplished, Stalaken's other arm not occupied with Taggon's knee spike would be twisted around on his back quickly, which was meant to impede further use of the appendage. If this was successful, Taggon would fluidly give the arm a sharp tug to his neck, forcing Stalaken's wrist to connect with his neck behind his back.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 13, 2015 2:33:29 GMT
(( So sorry for the late response, life was getting in the way again. )) The knee spike cut through Taggon and into Stalakens servo digits. The pain was there but Stalaken had learned to ignore little things which might get in the way of his fighting, even if it means death. When the blade pierced his servo he jerked it up and off the blade to try to not get even more damage done. As he moved his servo he tried to straighten his stance to a more standing position, but Taggon acted quicker. He grabbed Stalakens other servo and twisted and pushed it up by his helm, behind his back. Stalaken acted quickly, for he knew that if Taggon was successful in this move the fight might end real early. As Taggon pulled Stalakens servo up behind him in a hold, Stalaken pivoted his pedes in a small circle. This twisted his torso so that now his back was towards Taggon. With the twisting he also straightened his trapped arm so it was now out to his side at arms length. Stalaken then did two things, one he pulled his arm which was trapped to his side, or he tried to, for if his arm stayed like that Taggon could break it. Second he brought up his other arms elbow straight towards Taggon. He couldnt see where the elbow was going but Stalaken knew Taggons body type well and made a good guess. Stalaken aimed for the helm, of course, but his aim might be off and instead be going for the neck or upped torso.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 13, 2015 14:13:26 GMT
Taggon pulled his other servo away, the one which had been disconnected to Stalaken's when the knee spike had been applied. The Stalaken's maneuver to smash his elbow into Taggon's helm was something that was rather quick, But Taggon had taken a step back in this small duel, causing the elbow movement to hit him in the best area rather than the head. With both servos free, Taggon used one to quickly clasp around the upper arm of Stalaken's swinging elbow as it came, while the other servo was loosened free thanks to Stalaken's tactic. Using the servo which had been loosened, Taggon simultaneously slammed his servo for the side of Stalaken's helm, the intent to dislocate or break either the arm or some of the neck.
All the while, Taggon's knee came up yet again with sudden force, the knee spike and force intended to hit and possibly impale and or snap Stalaken's spine. Stalaken had given his back to Taggon, and thus opening a space for more fighting moves. The hit to the chest had been hard, but like Stalaken, Taggon had learned to endure pain for long hours, and had even survived for three weeks stranded in the jungle planet with little supplies all the while being hunted. To him, this kind of fighting had yet to get worse. All the while Taggon didn't mentally underestimate Stalaken, though if his blows were met, Stalaken would be having a hard time moving either way.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 13, 2015 16:19:29 GMT
Windtalker circled above the two mechs, like a vulture waiting for the conflict to stop. The only difference was that this bird of prey did not wish to rummage about the valuables of the loser, nor to feast upon their remains. He waited, spinning the barrel of his mounted gun back and forth, like a mental tick whilst he waited.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 14, 2015 14:53:57 GMT
(( Welcome to the party Shatter )) Stalaken felt his elbow land on Taggons chest, but the distance that it traveled was too far for his liking. Telling him that Taggon had indeed moved somewhere to cause his attack to take longer to hit anything. Then Taggons servo grabbed his arm and helm, leaving Stalaken in a tight spot. Stalaken knew instantly what Taggon wanted to do when he felt his foes servos on his arm and helm, for it would be something he would do himself. Stalaken, when he was being forced towards the spike, used his planted pedes to shove himself to the right. This would maybe dislodge his helm from Taggons hold, but his back didnt escape untouched. As he spun from the force of his dive the knee spike missed its mark and didnt dig right into his back. It did however slide along the edge of his back making a nice slice in his armor, causing some energon to trickle out onto the earth. With his move he now faced Taggon, or he kind of did. His helm might still he held but his arm was still in his foes grasp for sure. As his pedes touched back down he used his freed arm to attack his foes unprotected side. For Taggons right arm was holding Stalakens left arm. And with his spin Stalaken now used his left arm to punch Taggons rib cage area. (( I dont know if there is a transformers lingo for the rib cage so I just used rib cage. )) Stalaken punched as hard as his arm could, and if it landed he would bring it back and punch again.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 14, 2015 15:31:36 GMT
((Hehe. No idea what ribcage is either, but these guys are basically modified robotic humans so whatever. XD))
Stalaken's mobility was proving to be one which shouldn't be underestimated, though Taggon possessed more dexterity than Stalaken, the punch made way for Taggon's shoulder, and landed with a rough crash, leaving a small dent. It was a stunning blow, causing a spark to fly from the side of Taggon, but the vehicon gave no sign of weakness, for it was in his training and endurance to be able not to. Taggon had taken many a blow, and though his body seemed thrown back, Taggon kept a death grip on Stalaken's arm with his right servo, his visor still focused on the mech before him. Taggon still was known to be the quicker of the two, perhaps not the stronger, but he could still take a hit and return one just like that, despite pain or agony.
Stalaken's arm drew back, and came for Taggon's chest again to deal a stiffening blow, but the fist was caught with Taggon's servo which had shoved Stalaken's helm previously, the quick reflexes Taggon holding within his frame allowing him to draw his arm back swiftly, and attempt to catch Stalaken's wrist. Or more than that. If his fist balled around Stalaken's wrist, and his with other servo clenched on Stalaken's arm, Taggon would push himself to use Stalaken's momentum to lift Stalaken off the ground, sending his legs into the air while his helm went flying for Taggon's foot, which bent to lift in a kick-like fashion, as to smash Stalaken's helm into it. It would be hard to evade a quick grab, considering the distance between them.
Taggon was a mech of calculation as well as combat however. Taggon had thought out how Stalaken could possibly use his legs to grab his neck and send him for the ground, so as his arm which was gripped on Stalaken's right wrist remained as it was, Taggon's other servo slipped from Stalaken's arm to his knee region (should the previous move work), as to control more where Stalaken's head and body was going to be heading, all the while keeping his own head in good condition. Taggon even withdrew his helm some, though it was with great effort that he performed this feet. His gears were grinding and cranking, Stalaken was not a light mech, but Stalaken's added momentum plus Taggon's own strength and agility had provided Taggon with the poper amount of power, all the while Taggon had made the deduction that there might be an attack for his own upper chest or helm, and had made it also in his efforts to avoid it.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 14, 2015 15:39:31 GMT
Windtalker looked on in awe, perching hidden in a nearby tree. His student had come so very far. He looked on as they exchanged blows, the dominating combatant shifting back and forth between the warriors. Taggon, as his designation now was, had made quite a counter upon the decepticon, but the minicon had a sinking feeling that all was not over.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 15, 2015 14:54:08 GMT
(( Unfortunately this move was the ending Shatter )) Stalaken could only watch as he was lifted and smashed against Taggons upcoming pede. He tried of course to stop or slow his descend but Taggon was stronger and more swift then Stalaken, and he knew it. Though not one to go without a fight, Stalaken used his free servo to reach into his subspace and pullout a grenade. From his position when Taggon lifted him and started to bring him down, his free servo was in a great position to grab the bomb. As his servo digits rapped around the grenades pin his helm met Taggons pede. Instantly Stalakens vision went dark, his helm cracked were it made contact with Taggons pede and energon started to flow out. His whole upper body was in pain but he still was functional, though not a whole lot. With his own momentum and the added speed that Taggon added he rolled after his helm made contact. For holding a mech on ones foot was not a very easily thing to do, also after the blow was delivered it would be the best choice to let the mech fall to the ground. (( If you dont want Taggon to let him slump to the ground I can edit.) Stalaken fell to the ground, landing on his shoulder, then the rest of his body crumpled to the ground. He had lost much feeling in his body but he had trained for this and forced his body to react. As he made his bed in the earth he had let go of the grenade right next to Taggon. This grenade had a very short timer, and would blow in a few seconds. Stalaken knowing this, when his body was fully on the ground rolled away from Taggon, or he hoped it was away for his vision and direction was slightly hindered for the moment. Then BOOM, now the explosion was a good one and would do damage if Taggon didnt move, but Stalaken knew Taggon wasnt going to let a fight be lost over a little grenade. So the bomb was just to give him time to try to regain his vision and footing. Stalaken felt the blast waves hit him and small hunks of earth. So much for the pretty world, thought Stalaken as he staggered to his pedes. His left shoulder was leaking energon at an alarming rate, the grenade had exploded too close to him, it seemed that he had rolled in not the right direction. A hunk of the metal in the bomb was now buried in his shoulder, but he didnt notice for his feeling was out of whack from the blow to his helm. At at that moment he was more focused on regaining his vision. He could see slight reds and blues, but for the most part he was blind. The feeling of failure washed over him like it had never before. Now Stalaken had failed lots of time in his life and he wasnt scared to speak about them for he thought the best way to improve is to fail. But this moment to Stalaken was worse than all his other fails combined. This one was crushing and painful. He had lost not just to an Autobot but to a traitor. A mech whom he had once trusted with his life, one whom he'd looked up to one whom he'd liked. This battle to Stalaken wasnt just between two warriors but good and evil. In his optics he was good and the traitor Taggon was evil, and evil was winning. The fact that he lost to the thing he hated most almost made Stalaken lose hope in everything he trusted. Then his training kicked him in the face, power through it!! It screamed, and that he tried. Stalaken shook his helm his vision clearing up a bit, and he saw a blurry figure of Taggon just across the small crater made by his grenade. Kill him, rang out in his helm and he so wanted to. Nothing in the world would please him more, but he wasnt going to kid himself, he knew he lost, he knew he was at Taggons mercy. Stalaken expected to be killed, actually he preferred it if Taggon did, so he wouldnt have to face his own failure ever again. Stalaken, now dripping energon from multiple cuts and gashes, clenched his servos and gazed right into Taggons visor. And charged, he had no plan of attack all he wanted was to kill or be killed. So as he neared the blurry Taggon he raised his servo and brought it down at his foe, one last time.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 16, 2015 12:21:18 GMT
Taggon knew he was traitorous in Stalaken’s optics. As his friend’s skull was smashed upon Taggon’s foot, a spasm of sympathy towards Stalaken flashed in Taggon. Taggon knew that Stalaken hated him for everything, he where there had once been trust there was now pure abhor, and it made Taggon want to grimace in regret as he heard the crack he had intended to hear, and he let Stalaken’s body drop to the ground. Upon visor contact, Taggon could only imagine Stalaken’s facial features: Silent loathing. It made Taggon feel ashamed for the path he had taken, and yearn to be redeemed in the eyes of his former brethren, but all empathy was washed away as quickly as it had come when the Avacon spotted the grenade. Stalaken had been aiming to cheat after all. Taggon knew he had broken something inside Stalaken for the moment to take such a measure, but it only made Taggon frown at how his friend would go back on his word.
There were no words exchanged as Stalaken clanked to the ground, heaving himself away deal with the grenade, which was but a few clicks away from exploding. Taggon had let go of Stalaken, but he didn’t have much space to work in. Taggon had evaded and or survived far worse under the same distance, but it was the sheer barrier of his emotion of distaste for combat which Taggon had to break through so that his life wouldn’t end. Taggon had learned to be a tough soldier as well, he’d learned how to survive under the worst conditions, push through the worst of it all…but it didn’t mean that it was all hard. No. No one in their right mind just shoved away years of companionship and was able to fight their former comrades. Needless to say, Taggon was able to act even within of his small field of guilt as his instincts kicked in. Taggon’s leg which had been used to crack Stalaken’s head was planted, as the other reared up, the edge of his foot coming up to catch the grenade just by its handle, sending the object sailing upward.
Taggon moved quickly as the grenade slid through the air upward, twisting his planted foot ninety degrees before his open palm gently swooped in, the grenade landing in the dead center of his palm before Taggon applied a firm push to the grenade, not too rough as to set it off, but just right, in the same sense as one would slowly and softly let go of the servo of a loved one before parting ways. The grenade was given the proper amount of momentum to be sent flying away from Stalaken and Taggon some before exploding. Everything that had seemed to be in slow motion now snapped back, causing Taggon to feel the impact of the grenade which had flown a full ten feet before exploding. The mass of the explosion still hit Taggon hard, and would do likewise to Stalaken, but Taggon would just have to keep powering through.
Taggon’s armor was explosive resistant at the surface, his first or second layer had been designed so, so the vehicon wasn’t hurt badly from the grenade, though the impact caused a throbbing in Taggon’s ribcage where Stalaken’s fist had so forcefully made contact. The smoke which had spurred over the area only gave Taggon time to dart to the side the instant the grenade’s impact had finished its effect, darting out of the smokescreen with a leap, Taggon’s form swinging around as his foot protruded as to deliver a devastating three hundred and sicty degree spinning kick to Stalaken precisely after the explosion. Taggon had aches, but he could ignore them until the battle was complete. The spinning kick was coming from the side, so that the fellow vehicon wouldn’t see it coming straight for him. Perhaops the move was over kill…but it held enough power to officially cease this battle. Taggon arms tucked in, as to be prepared for another move should Stalaken still have it in him to counter-attack. The vehicon was still not noticing the little watcher, his focus entirely on his combatant and winning.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 16, 2015 13:35:30 GMT
Windtalker kept darting between tree, edging closer to the two combatants. Former friends turned enemies, an endless story that happened far too much. One that most everyone in the war knew personally. Windtalker would try to speak, but he couldn't communicate with words unless perched on the desired recipient's shoulder. It was dangerous to get close, so he took to the skies, flying high above the two, silently watching as the battle edged towards a close.
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Post by Stalaken on Apr 17, 2015 9:08:45 GMT
(( This post is going to be kind of short because Stalakens being knocked-out ))
The smoke from the grenade and added with his blurred vision Stalaken was in now position to block the round house kick. Taggons pede smashed into his helm throwing him into the air. His body was limp when he crashed into a tree for he was out cold by that time. The darkness quickly enveloped Stalakens vision closing off the world to him. He only had one second to think or act, and he only wondered what Taggon was going to do with him. For if Stalaken had won he would have killed Taggon without out any thought, but Taggon was different. And this caused Stalaken to wonder what Taggon was going to do.
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Post by Taggon on Apr 17, 2015 14:02:16 GMT
Taggon landed with a thud on the ground, somber in his mood. He looked at the fallen form of Stalaken, the mech was knocked out for sure. Taggon thought about following the F-28 policy of making sure Stalaken would stay down...but Taggon knew Stalaken wasn't getting up anytime soon. Energon leaked form the vehicon's body. Taggon himself wasn't that bad, but he still hurt both in the inside and outside.
Taggon sighed as he heaved Stalaken's body of his shoulder. The mech was heavy, but Taggon could manage to carry him to the medical bay. Stalaken had been doing his job, and he deserved a good repair for it. With a helm injury that Stalaken had received, he would need medical attention anyways. As Taggon called in a ground bridge...the mech wondered what he was becoming. He'd come into the Decepticons as a firm loyalist to the cause. He had then been kidnapped, and turned into an Avacon. He'd also been a loyalist to the Avacons as well. They hd been a family to him, a people group that seemed almost sacred. They had helped him develop his skill, his reflexes...Taggon had learned throughly of both sides as an Avacon. He'd seen which one held moral and which one no longer did. Taggon had begun to see a small corruption in the Avacons, and in hindsight, Taggon remembered wanting to run. Or had he seen a corruption?
His mind had been freed of the Decepticon programming, and his conscious had seeped through. He had become his own mech, he could think his own thoughts more and more, he had purchased some imagination and more of a soul. The Avacons...what had been wrong with them? Was it the fact they had little moral themselves? Had it been their pride? Taggon couldn't place his finger on it, but he remembered just running from them, and going into the Autobot ranks. He had staked his loyalties there, and had mentally sworn himself to high morale. But now he was no longer that mech who had entered the Decepticons. Perspective had cost him his permanent loyalty, his friends, his family, all for the Autobots. The worst part was Taggon had doubts in them, and was seeing corruption in them as well. Another thing that scared him was how heartless he felt occasionally. Taggon scowled at himself behind his helmet. What was done was done. He'd sided with the Autobots, and he was staying with them to the bitter end. They were the side he'd be with and stay on. He could only hope that more would see the way he had taken, and ensue.
It was annoying, it was stupid, but it was how Taggon knew things would work. As for himself? He was a creature of war, and had been. The small fear evaporated, and the ground bridge opened. Taggon at last noticed Windtalker. He did not recognize the small minicon, but he doubted the mech was here to fight. No, he was an Autobot. He had an insignia.
"Come on." Taggon said simply, stepping into the swirling vertex. There was just a calm tone in his voice, as if the minicon had simply witnessed a small game of chess.
((To the medical bay!))
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Post by Shatterbeam on Apr 17, 2015 14:27:38 GMT
The minicon flew to Taggon, perching on his shoulder as the mech went through the groundbridge.
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Post by Stalaken on Jun 7, 2015 13:28:29 GMT
A portal opened up in the densely wooden forest and out stepped a mech. The Vehicon glanced around and let the portal close behind him, he then instantly called another bridge and watched it open in front of him. He quickly entered it leaving the wooden paradise behind him.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Jun 27, 2015 6:23:09 GMT
WARNING: ENGINE FAILURE
The flashing lights emitting from the center console made Stormgear dizzy and slightly aggravated. Thirty minutes of mass mayhem, nearly exploding in the atmosphere, and other setbacks, and the engine finally decided it wanted to fail. The joysticks in Stormgear's servos felt severly unnatural to her, which she moved a servo over the various flips on the console to do something.
"WHAT THE SCRAP'S WRONG WITH YOU!" Stormgear yelled at the console. "STOP BEING A LITTLE BABY!"
Just like she expected, the computer didn't respond, which it continued in it's repeated loop. This was bad, really bad. And it was something she need to either fix, or get away from as soon as possible. Looking behind her, Stormgear eyed the escape hatch, which she'd used to leave in the first place. Pulling a lever on the lower side of the head console, the hiss of the airlock and compressor unhinged, which continued with the door opening.
Outside past the windshield, Stormgear eyed her surroundings. The shuttle was moving really fast. A speed that would have proved hazardous to a trained pilot. She tried to pull at the joystick, but nothing happened.
WARNING: LOW ON POWER
"YOU PIECE OF DECEPTICON JUNK!" Stormgear screamed, which her anger distracted her from the windshield. The clouds had disappeared from view, and what was coming straight ahead was the ground, and trees. For a split second, Stormgear looked up, her optics wide in circles.
"HOLY SHI-"
*KABOOOOOMMM* *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHH*
The crash landing was anything by soft, but quite loud and hard. Stormgear couldn't hear herself scream, her servos moving to her good audio receptor, and the other to the side of the seat. Sometime during the crash, the supports on the chair had given out, or just enough to snap and fly backwards. Stormgear hit the back of her helm on some falling debris, or a pipe that had broken from the shuttle's ceiling. But whatever it was, it hurt, and it made her lose her grip on her audio receptor.
Then, everything had stopped.
Various minutes had gone by like seconds, her hearing eventually drifting back to normal, and filling with various beeping from the console. Stormgear opened her optics to find darkness. The only thing she could see was the emergancy light from the half collapsed ceiling.
The blue femme groaned in pain, struggling to free herself from her seat's binding safty buckle and onto the floor, in which she fell knees first. Shaking her helm, she looked around to see if there was a way out. The windshield was completely destroyed, and faced directly into the dirt. The back hatch hadn't opened, and had crumbled during impact. The only entrance was a crack in the ceiling, but it was to high to reach.
"I hate being short." Stormgear grumbled, looking around to find something useful. Anything she could use to make a stool. "Fifteen BLOODY feet. You'd think I'd get taller, but Noooo. Apparently my frame isn't ready for an upgrade. Well guess what, screw you science. If I want to be taller, I can if I want to. You can't stop me from-"
While she dragged things around, and grumbling various angry thing, Stormgear finally managed to create a mountain of debris. Carefully climbing onto the peak of the mound, Storm jumped to grasp the edge of the hole, and soon pulling herself through.
Stormgear found herself tumbling down the side of the wrecked shuttle after her exit, tumbling and landing on her skidplate. The ground around the pod was completely destroyed. But Storm didn't care, she just wanted to get back to the base. Laying back against the shuttle's exterior, Stormgear vented.
"Screw you Decepticon engineering. You make some pretty cool computers, but your ships suck." Stormgear grumbled.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Jul 5, 2015 17:05:04 GMT
After about a half hour later, Stormgear had managed to drag herself towards some trees, just enough to get away from the steaming hot metal. Unluckily for her, during the landing, Stormgear the shrapnel from underneath the dashboard had entered her knee and torso, creating a little mess of energon and metal. Stormgear sighed, then preparing to check her personal scanner. What she was a busted screen, and the touchscreen proving to be broken.
"What the scrap?! Why am I so unluckyyyy-" Stormgear cried out in annoyance, throwing her arms up. "Ughhh, screw you luck!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 17:42:48 GMT
A stasis pod hurdles across the Missouri Sky, leaving a white-hot trail of gasses and dust in its wake. A moment later it slams into the ground violently, bending slightly and bursting open in spots. Coolant hissed as cryogenic fluids leaked from the pod. Although marked with an Autobot insignia, the pod also had multiple warning icons painted on.
Whoever was inside would awake from cryosleep soon, and was bound to want to be let out. Though, it was a after of question to who was inside, and who would let them free.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Jul 5, 2015 18:34:54 GMT
Before she could even notice the large object fall from the sky, the area behind and next to Stormgear lifted in debris. To avoid having her opticals covered in dirt, Stormgear raised her arms over her faceplate for some sort of protection. It worked just fine, which the screeching pod darted past her and into some trees. Uncovering herself and sighing, Stormgear eyed the autobot marked pod. 'Another Dropper?' she thought. 'seems like I'm not the only bad driver.'
Using a nearby stick as a crutch, the 15 foot femme crawled her her peds and approached the pod. It was odd, seeing such a pod. She hadn't seen one since Cybertron, when she'd entered one to escape the dying planet.
Brushing off the controls to open the pod, Stormgear didn't have a second thought on who was in there. Autobot meant autobot, right? She didn't care too much, which she began to deactivate some of the locks on the door, so that person inside could come out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 21:59:13 GMT
((I apologize for taking so long, moving is busy business, haven't fully settled yet.))
The pod groans and creaks as the mechanisms struggle to open. A small red light flashes, a silent alarm out of range of the systems it belongs to, leaving it useless. As the hatch slides out and upwards, cryogenic vapours pour out, chilling the air, and masking the figure inside.
Red optics open within the pod, narrowing before moving in the darkness. A servo reaches out to feel for obstructions as a groaning mech steps out and into the open air. He grunts as he presses a servo to his forehead, his processor aching. He groans as he stretches slightly, showing off his well-built frame and massive antlers on his helm. But most notable was his Decepticon insignia stamped onto his chest.
Aye... What a trip, last I remembers I was... Gettin' my operation rated out by that side-steppin' freak! The mech yelled, grabbing a nearby tree and breaking it in half with only his servos angrily.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Jul 11, 2015 4:04:48 GMT
While the decepticon classified mech came to his senses, Stormgear realized what she'd done. She'd free'd a decepticon from it's pod prison, which could potentially end with her eminent doom. Well, not in a very dramatic way. She did have a shrapnel filled knee, which prevented her from running.
Silently creeping backwards, Stormgear silently moved behind the nearest corner on the pod, just to hide from Thunderhoof. 'He's not going to see you. NOT going to detect you. Your scanners are broken, you'll be fine. Just- sneak off slowly...
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