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Post by Taggon on Jul 31, 2015 7:21:14 GMT
Taggon kept his visor focused on her, steadily meeting her gaze with ease. it was not due to the fact that he looked away behind his mask. No, he faced people, he faced a great many foes from behind the emotionless glare of his glowing visor, but for an enemy to see his face was a privilege he never allowed. He simply let another wave of quietness take place, when Diamond awkwardly asked how life on Earth had been treating him. You are feeling like yourself more than you think Diamond. Taggon though to her, shrugging some. Thoughts of how he'd not been able to rescue Skyspray, came up in his processor, but any thing that could have haunted him with that fact was kicked away. He'd rescued Astrinal, and brought her back to life. If Skyspray died, he could do the same. Or try.
"Everything here has been running as smoothly as it usually does." Taggon returned, revealing quite obvious amounts of sarcasm in his voice in return for Diamond's awkwardness. The joke was that nothing ever ran smoothly, everything to him was one hands-on-chore after another, with obstacles stacking atop each other like bricks. Despite the miracle of Diamond's arrival. That was good news. Taggon unsheathed one of his curved four-foot throwing knives, one which had a boomer-rang effect, and had barbed ridges on the backside of it, while on it's other sharp edge a razor awaited any whom it was thrown at. He started sharpening the blade on his arm, even though it looked perfectly sharp.
"I heard that before this--mess, you had a few friends in The Primal's Academy. I attempted to get a hold of the ones known as Vaqus and Aerojet, but I am afraid that I became too absorbed in other matters. It was a while ago, but last I checked, both were missing in action." Taggon said, as he eyed her from behind his mask. To him, missing-in-action was actually somewhat good news. Better to be MIA than proclaimed dead.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jul 31, 2015 11:29:25 GMT
*Walking into the Living Quarters, was Supernova. She had various amounts of damage on her, even her armor was sparking. It had seen better days, her father was right. She needed an upgrade, not just on armor wise, but weaponry too. She knew one person who could fully help her with that, she turned to find a room designated 'Lodge T-19'. She knocks on the door, hoping Taggon was in.*
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 31, 2015 17:19:25 GMT
Diamond's optics immediatly widened when hearing her friends were MiA. What...? No... that can't be... She said in a worried and shaking voice, her form shrinkng in a little, as if wanting to just vanish out of existence. It couldn't be true. Then she heard the door open and looked up when hearing a knock on the door.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 1, 2015 0:03:25 GMT
Taggon nodded his helm solemnly,
"Their spark signatures went rather faint, but I believe that they are simply some distance away. The faintest one was Vaqus's, before it disappeared. I found that what made it disappear was something that deflected signals...ever since then Vaqus has been off the radar." Taggon told her. He didn't like distressing Diamond, but he knew if she had found out by computer systems she may have just concluded them to be dead. He heard a knock at his door, and held up a finger to Diamond before quietly looking through one of his camera screens to see who it was. he found the worn chassis and sparking body of Afterburner, barely holding herself up. He was shocked to see her in such a state, what was she doing out of the medical bay like that? Taggon made no outward reaction, as usual, just calmly punching in the commands, answering his riddle for Afterburner so the small predicon femme could come in.
"Greetings Afterburner," Taggon quickly stepped forward, offering the femme his support. Her frame looked like it had been thrashers around throw a shredder, crudely mended, and put back on Afterburner. And that was just a small way of putting it. Taggon frowned at her behind his mask, as he calmly directed her in. "Do tell me why you did not direct yourself to the medical bay." He said, hoping he wasn't rushing her walk to much. Her glanced at Diamond apologetically behind his mask, before turning his helm to face Afterburner. This femme, much like Diamond, had a history for going into the heat of battle, getting badly damaged, and then going right back out for it all to play out the same. She could fight, but she had much to learn when it came to thinking on her feet. Or that was Taggon's view of it. Taggon had a few other questions for Afterburner, but he would have to wait until she replied to his first question. The large door shut and sealed itself behind them, granting Afterburner the pleasure of seeing Taggon's simple room. It was really more like a giant cube, with a desk and table crowded with data pads and anything that held information, while in the corner there was another seat infant of several dozen screens, all attached to the cameras of the Autobot base. There was a berth off the the side of the door, though it looked quite dusty, as if it hadn't been used too often.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 1, 2015 0:06:51 GMT
Because... there is no point in repairing obsolete items. Its either that or repair and retire from battling too early.
*She says, coughing a little.*
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 1, 2015 0:54:23 GMT
Knowing that new attention was needed, she came to a decision, If you need me, I'll just be wherever. She said dismissively as she made her way to the door, leaving him to focus on someone in need of it. The femme knew about personal space and privacy, so she left it to him, leaving the room with swiftness that made her sound invisible. Diamond would feel a small pang of guilt though, knowing that indeed it was amazing that she was back, and that he didn't get to discuss it anymore.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 1, 2015 1:14:18 GMT
Taggon helped Afterburner along, guiding her to his berth so she would have a place to sit. Her reply made him recall what he had done for her a month earlier, he had given her slightly better armor, and he had told her or indicated he had something better. That was the truth. He couldn't have disapproved of someone with her armor walking into battle more. Diamond's dismissive comment was acknowledged,
"Just stay online Diamond." He said quietly, as she drifted off in the blink of an eye, as silent as a shadow. He wondered if she had learned it from him, after all their training together, or if she had made the adaption after being reprogrammed. Maybe a combination of both. The door closed behind Diamond, and now Taggon eyed Afterburner from behind his visor.
"You come for an upgrade? Well then Afterburner. I will see what I can do." As he spoke, his visor analyzed her armor, displaying on a small square off the the corner of his visor within his helmet the alloys her armor was made of, the weak-points, and how battered it was. No. This would never do for any warrior. Taggon shook his helm at Afterburner, though his subtle and collected tone and pitch never changed at all. "It will remain a mystery to me how long you have lasted with that kind of armor." He stepped away from her, before walking over to the wall which faced the door-way, sliding his servo across its surface before a small indent was clicked in. Slowly, the wall gravelly shrieked back a few inches, before sliding into the floor, granting entrance to a large oval room behind it. Within, mechanical arms extended from the ceiling, stationed near a berth which was on a plat form. There were several of these in the room, the walls decked with weapons, metals, and armor types waiting to be used. Taggon had not made any of this--rather, he had discovered it, and kept it to himself unless he needed it for extensive uses. Afterburner was going to be such a case.
"Before we start, I need to ask you for your weapons." Taggon gestured to her. It was a fair request, considering he was all about concealing weapons himself.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 1, 2015 1:35:37 GMT
*She nods.*
I have a Path Blaster and a small flaemthrower. It is my arnmanet, that is linked in with my current armor. But my axe is removable.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 1, 2015 7:41:02 GMT
Was that it? All her weapons? Taggon remained as he was, listening until Afterburner finished, then the vehicon helped the femme up off the berth, assisting her limp for one of the plat-forms.
“There is much to be done then Afterburner.” Taggon impassively, his arms which helped her to the platform were quite sturdy, yet he did not lead her to the platform with vigorous hast, nor a turtle-paced step. He gently allowed her to step onto the platform, and he then reached above her, for a large robotic appendage which would fasten itself around her upper ribcage, holding her so she would have to stand with little effort. Not only that, but the arm had a small needle which slipped into the femme’s back from the arm’s center ‘palm’, injecting her with a liquid which would temporarily disable her pain receptors for an hour. Thus, the vehicon strode over to the controls, scrolling through the screens, selecting his own customized armor designs, and adjusting them for Afterburners size and shape. The aim was to make her look mostly like the femme she was in the after math, save the fact that she would look much more sleek, sharp, fierce. Yet not ugly in any way in appearance.
“It has been a while since we last met. How have you been fairing, despite your current battle damage Afterburner?” Taggon asked formally, wondering if she had gotten herself in any other form of trouble. At Taggon’s command, the ceiling appendages commenced to unequip all of Afterburner’s worn armor, multiple small and large arms sliding from the ceiling, taking the armor and tossing it into a bin which would alter separate and smelt the metals for later. She would be stripped until only her protoform was left, as it became visible, the arms started to repair her legs. Taggon himself was no medic, but he knew how to work the machine, multi-tasking with it as to prepare other processes which would come with the upgrade. First things first, however.
As the vehicon patiently waited for an answer, still keeping his audio receptors keened for Afterburner’s voice, he kept his visor facing the screen, occasionally glancing upward. Her around the waist area her protoform would be dismantled, and the armor on and around the shoulders would be replaced with a hard metal, but the metal had more pieces to it, and as the said areas were re-equipped with new proto-form structure, Afterburner would get slightly heavier thanks to the slightly more heavy duty-metal. Taggon was not un-thorough in his plans, and would not simply strap on heavy battle armor as a human named Saul had to his smaller companion. No, Taggon directed his machine to install proto-form supports and enhance Afterburners inner-engines, so she would be more than capable to beat the weight, and would also be able to hit harder and move faster with the new flexible proto-form.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 1, 2015 9:22:37 GMT
Well Taggon, my father returned shortly after we last met. We fought and he lost, while I considered offing him, which is still very much open to be played. Burnout and Tireburn convinced me that there is another way, Feenix wanted him to remain locked up. But I've begun seeing good in him, so he's now under my wing so to speak. And trust me, I've already lost one of my family, I don't want to be the one to off another.
*She says the last part with a slight sigh. She then gives a slight smile.*
Plus... between you and me. I think I've developed some love towards Burnout.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 1, 2015 14:26:17 GMT
Taggon cocked his helm at the femmes words. She had been up to a lot...but her telling him she thought he was in-love? It sounded like she liked the fact. It sounded all fine to Taggon, but it seemed like she had fallen in love with this 'Burnout' a bit too easily. She was a femme who made fast decisions, and with haste came waste.
"I am pleased to hear you were strong enough to let your father live, after what you told me about him." Taggon said, permitting a shred of encouragemnt enter his voice. Formalities. If he was going to play this, he would take one thing at a time, and make sure he was not too quick with his words, but well-paced, while he gave no real sign of any of his inner emotion, unless he wanted to. He gave Afterburner a nod of approval before he punched in the combination for the most valuable part of her new armor to come on: Something he called Pheonix Chameleon armor. As it was hooked up into some of her inner working before the final pieces of the protoform were wielded into place. The carefully made pieces to fit her were placed on her, covering every bit of her protoform, though it came in quite a bit of pieces, though these ones linked tighter in a unique way: They would combine to be one piece, but they would permit Afterburner to still have her new flexibility. This was applied everywhere, though much more lightly on her wings. On the wing armor, feathers already had been placed on.
Before her back plating was placed on, an additional jet-pack which could fold inside her back comfortably would be applied, and wielded in before folding into the back-plating which would now be placed. Afterburner was also lifted so her feet hung loosely over the plat-form, jet-boots being put into her feet, so she would have reinforcements when it came to lifting heavy objects, or flying faster.
"Falling in love is something which I would caution." Taggon said with sudden weariness. He didn't have to act to let some of it out as he spoke to her. Memories washed over the mech. "I will tell you that I am not truly sure of Burnout as a person--he has the mild form of insanity his family carries: He takes joy in killing to some extents. I have seen him do it to academy drones. I have seen his father and mother smirk at their work, like when they tore me up when I was a Decepticon. I respect them both, I serve them both, but I will warn you that that insanity can expand into something monstrous if allowed to grow in the right circumstances. I do not blackmail or disgrace Burnout, but I am telling you this for two reasons:" Taggon spoke without any wavering in his voice, his visor staring directly at Afterburner. Perhaps his optics were on his controls, but the deep blue glow from his visor gave no clearance to that question.
"If you are certain that he is the one, then let nothing stop you from protecting him. Mentally and physically. All the way." Taggon said.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 1, 2015 15:00:48 GMT
*She listens to his words, he was correct about Burnout and Burnout's family history. Particularly Feenix's part in him. After all, her big sister Sunburst was there during the events of Simfur, leading to Fee's exile of the clan. Where that in turn caused her to question her own judgement, ultimately leading to Sunburst's own exile from her clan back when Nova was born.
But Supernova carried her own inner insanity, she was so hell-bent on revenge against Blackclaw that had Burnout and Tireburn not been there, Claw would've been dead. And Nova'd be a step closer to her inner dark heart. She pondered for a while, a rather long while as the machines did their job on her. Then, there... A sudden determined look came into her orange optics. She turned to Taggon.*
Burnout does have some good in him... After all. He stopped me from going down a route my father went down, he killed for pleasure, for vengance, a natural born warrior. Had he not been there, I'd be sat here regretting everything I became at that point... even still, I do regret what I could've done.
I do and will give you some credit, I did stop a bit of Feenix's own insanity during my desicison making with what to do with my father, suggesting that I release him, but collar him!? I couldn't do that, my honor forbade it. But then again, my big sister Sunburst was Feenix's best friend during their childhood, she was there from the beginning.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 1, 2015 15:20:08 GMT
Taggon never hurried with his work, or jerked in any way, or twitched himself at all, moving only his arms and neck, for adjust his helm. The arms brought out her newly-crafted alternate mode parts, adjusting them, fixing and wielding them carefully over her armor. They had new paint, the feathers thinner, and more sharp. Some even had small glimmers. The alternate mode parts itself had two holes in it that could unsheathe a knife, while the wings had multiple storage via magnetic holster for a variety of small throwing or slicing blades to slide into. Her new wings would have a slightly more bony but more powerful look to them, with the slightest amount of majesty which each Pheonix wing captured.
"Of course there is good in him. He is an Autobot, a student, the son of Gearchange. He is bound to have an overall good sense of nobility, what is right, and he has successfully shown the air that his parents have around them. He is tall, strong, having most of the features of his father." Taggon replied, agreeing with her, seeing the spark in her optics. He knew if he said anything that might be too much for her, she would burst into flames on him. Taggon had known from the start debating over a loved one would be shaky ground. Taggon had mastered how to conceal all emotion behind a solid brick wall, which never quavered, unless he wanted it to, or the situation was dire enough. Ah. Almost forgot. Taggon thought to himself. This would have been the most painful part of the operation, but he managed his machines to bring two small round devices, shaped like disks that slowly shrunk into extremely thin needles. Taggon had another set of arms life Afterburner's slowly, before each one was thrust into Afterburner's palm. These would not hurt at all--yet. The arms would then start to retract--the operation was complete on her armor.
"You predicons seem to have a bit of that Afterburner. I see it too consistently. Backbeat has used it on Feenixfire too much in my view. he bats her around like a toy with his games. if you predicons truly have a weakness, it is your temper when loved ones get endangered. protection takes priority, but you predicons have a bad habit of being unable to accept defeat and learn from your mistakes at times. I will hold my tongue on that note. But I warn you Afterburner. Before you march into battle, before you swing any sword or pull any trigger, you must think. A quick move can be fatal both ways." Taggon said coolly, as she was lowered. he was not scolding or disgracing her--but if she gave it thought, he was actually giving her a small lesson.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 1, 2015 15:32:41 GMT
*Supernova listened to those familiar words, both her sister and her mother told her those words once. Though they themselves were Predacons, they were considered odd ones by their clan. Thinking before making a move.
There was a time where Nova herself went through a phase of acting like that in battle during the war, ultimately the capture by her father and enslavement to the Decepticons forced more primal instincts to take over her to survive in hell. She winces slightly, but she was too deep in thought to think about the pain.*
Words I haven't heard in ages... not since my days in the war for Cybertron. Heck there was even a time where I was like that, Taggon. Guess the damage was done when my father sent me to the cons.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 2, 2015 2:10:57 GMT
Whereas some people placed a mask on thsmselves for a small amount of time, to perhaps years, Taggon had always had a mask on. To let others know precisely what was on his mind was not something he usually did. he let them know what he was thinking of partially, as to draw their attention to that subject themselves, and thus make them believe that he was contemplating that single thing, when really, he was switching their own current thoughts so that he could think ahead, and think on other things before that person did. This way he really would be ready for almost any topic, or could be thinking up strategies for other missions. No, this had never been a phase with Taggon. It had developed him into more and more a calculating mech recently, but he had always obscured himself mostly. Taggon wasn't a false friend though. He truly did look out for Afterburner sometimes, and he did want her to live and succeed as a fighter, but it was a habit of his to always be one step ahead.
"I recommend returning to that tactic then. Thinking before leaping is a wise option. Unless you do not act at all." Taggon replied in his usual low-pitch, still audible, but not loud at all. "Despite damage done, it is never too late to change a way of thinking, as my history and old masters have taught me Afterburner." He ended, as he began to step away from the control, heading towards a place where two heavy pistols, two cutlasses, a large grande launcher, and a few additional knives awaited. "After the numbing wears off, you may feel powerful aches in your arms. The devices installed are hooking up to your inner workings. Their purpose is to enhance your flame, but your arm will suffer pain for a few hours as the needles adjust." Taggon told her, as he took gestured to the weapons which awaited her.
"These shall compliment your armor. They are what I would call your style, but before you leave, I will tell you the function of each one." He offered, though his voice did have a bit more than a suggestiveness to it. "If not, I can transmit an 'interaction manual' to you via data pad."
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 2, 2015 6:09:42 GMT
Hmm, why don't you tell me about these awesome lookin' weapons?
*Supernova was intrigued by this technology, looking at herself and smiling, clenching her servos and walking with Taggon.*
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Post by Taggon on Aug 2, 2015 14:14:55 GMT
Always onto the more 'important' parts of the upgrade or her purpose here. Taggon saw the glimmer in her optics. New toys made everyone steal a grin one way or another. Taggon glanced at the assortment of weapons as he nodded toward it. First things first. Taggon first picked up the large chain-gun like weapon, looking it over as if it were covered in christmas lights; too flashy for his tastes. Nonetheless, his mask rendered none of this emotion, h simply showed it to Afterburner.
"This is the Phyre Relinquisher. As you might have guessed, it is a heavy-type weapon which fires large bullets at an extremely rapid pace, much like the Nuetron assault rifle. It has quite a bit of torque, but this weapon is not truly formidable without being equipped with these ammunitions." Taggon told her, as he picked up one of the bullets that would be loaded into the clips. The bullet was quite large, the first part of it looking much like a cork-screw, while the other part was much like a bullet. "These bullets are designed to be shot spiraling through the air at an opponent, the tips of them being super heated. The insides of this bullet are filled with a type of plasma which has a nasty habit of melting through armor. The Relinquisher is designed for literally bother shredding and melting your opponents to nothing." Taggon put the but and bullet down, before walking onto the next set of guns. With slight effort, he picked up the quite large heavy-pistols.
"These are what I named the Spear Pistols. They fire almost as readily, but more steadily then the Phyre Relinquisher, firing miniature buckshots, also super heated, meant for breaking armor and sometimes joints. Ideal for small or heavily armed opponents. The Buckshots can come in several variations, depending on what setting you put the gun on, the buckshots can be explosive when they make contact. I suggest you store these in your subspace--they truly are quite hefty." Taggon informed her, before placing the twin tools down gently. The vehicon never ceased to list off Afterburner's new toys, for he knew she'd just want the flow of excitement in her new gifts to be streaming continually, until it was over. Taggon picked up a long rifle looking weapon, with a large hand at the front of it.
"To end your ranged weapons selection, I have fashioned for you something quite unique; I had collected a Circle of Light's Great Sword, powered by the spark itself, and now have crafted and re-shaped it into your flamethrower. It connects to the power source of a users spark, drawing power from it to enhance the very flames it fumes. This could very well be mistake for a volcano in battle, but should it be used extensively, much like a volcano, it will consume you." Taggon warned her. How else was he supposed to say 'be careful', or 'don't shoot your eye out'.
"Before we carry on, I will tell you that these are a war-machines tools. You do not play with them, point them, or even show these off just for your friends. These weapons are meant to kill enemies in the most effective ways. If not that, mortally wound. They are my gifts to you, but if I find you swinging any of these around, as unlikely as that is, I will have them taken away and replaced with an old worn out war-hammer. You polish, care, use these tools with caution and respect. You carry them, and they carry you." He said. He was not at all just muttering about mystical stuff, he was dead serious. He would not take these away, but he was telling Afterburner in his own words, to not play too hard. otherwise, things would get more lethal than necessary.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 2, 2015 14:23:53 GMT
*She listens to the description about each and nods, the final speech he gave her made her listen well. Nova wasn't the type to show off her gear to her friends or wave em about without any reason.*
I understand, Taggon.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 2, 2015 14:38:51 GMT
"Good." Taggon said, huffing some behind his mask, nodding at her before moving onto the melee section of her new weapons. He heard the earnest in her voice, but he knew all young mechs and femmes would smile at their new things sometime or another. he was guilty of that some, in fact he needed to test out his own weapon; The Demolishers. He went on as he said he would, holding up duel cutlasses. they were razor sharp and polished,t heir handles fashioned to look like the heads of phoenix birds were ex-haling the blade from their furious beaks, while a long and thin hilt expanded from beneath them similar to a katana's design.
"These are your new blades. Perfectly well balanced--the instant you lift one, it will be as if they are but expansions of you arms. Their razor can be super heated, and they both can even be set aflame without melting. Very useful for close range." Taggon told her, before gesturing to a long assortment of throwing knives, though his hand moved with more care for them.
"Do not both equipping these, they are already concealed in your feathers. You HUD will pin t them out for you. These throwing knives have a boomer-range effect, and can be explosive." Taggon said. He lead her to the gadget section, were two more weapons awaited their user.
"And finally, your gadgets." He told her, lifting up short and medium size tube devices. "These are glue launchers. they stick to an opponent, and seep into all the cracks and crevices of his or her armor. Very effective on lightly armed opponents, and good for pinning someone down f used enough." Taggon stated, before moving onto the long and thick barreled grenade launcher. i was wide and broad, with a double handle to be studied by both servos.
"Though this is a ranged weapon, it is a gadget nonetheless. It folds into your left shoulder armor, but it's cause is to rapid-fire very large grenades with a sniper effect. Extremely deadly to those who aren't wearing thick helm armor. it comes with a scope for long-distance accuracy." Taggon placed the weapon down, "That is all. Once again, I will tell you to handle these with care, though I trust you will do so." Taggon told her.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 2, 2015 14:43:24 GMT
You can count on me, Taggon.
*She says, nodding at him and smiling.*
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