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Post by Taggon on Aug 2, 2015 14:54:34 GMT
"Excellent." Taggon said, before a com message appeared from his HUD. It was Skyspray's transmitter. Taggon widened his optics slightly behind his helmet as he stood entirely still, his spark racing for a moment, but the experienced warrior knew better than to just place at a com-link and send in a bridge. He checked the life-signatures in the area which the message had been sent, to find Kaon. Taggon furrowed his brows ever so gently. This could be a trick, the DJD member dragging his son for the Autobots to pick up. It sounded too good to be true. Perhaps he had cloaked unit s in the area. Taggon instantly took up his demolishers, which rested in the holsters on his belt. The vehicon checked both ammunitions, then placed them back, before taking out his long barreled assault rifle, The Uncutt. it had saved his life more times than he cared to remember, but he always depended on it when it came to jobs for long-distance maneuvering.
"It appears there is a mission already set before us." Taggon told Afterburner, signaling for a ground bridge to Denver Colorado. The vortex took a moment to come into being, before it swelled, gaping for Taggon and Afterburner to enter. The vehicon slowly walked into it, letting Afterburner enter if she so desired, before it would shut behind the them.
If the DJD were coming out like this, and there was a possibility of a trap, in Taggon's experience, there was only one thing to do; spring the trap. it was meant to be sprung, though he had a plan ready, his mind set on walking through multiple scenarios where he would have to take action depending on what Kaon had in mind.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 2, 2015 14:58:29 GMT
Right now, Taggon. While the offer is extremely tempting. I need to rest, my spark feels weak and deprived of energon cause I've been in an out of battle so much. It'll feel like I'll put the full performance of this armor and new gear down cause if it.
*She says, rubbing her temple.*
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Post by Taggon on Aug 2, 2015 15:10:38 GMT
The ground bridge shut, and for Afterburner a com-message was sent;
::Very well Afterburner. Rest well. I hope we meet sooner than we did this time.::
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Aug 2, 2015 15:13:10 GMT
:: Aye, I hope so too, Taggon. Bring it to the cons. ::
*With that, the newly upgraded Supernova cut out her comm, heading out of the room and out of the living quarters and into the halls.*
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Post by Taggon on Nov 4, 2015 0:01:15 GMT
A ground bridge was opened, and with that, out fell a vehicon, (or two) who hit the floor roughly. The ground bridge was open long enough for Three-vo to enter the facility before it shut, hence leaving the vehicon(s) in Taggon's quarters. Taggon quickly discarded his rifle, and any weapons remaining in or on his back, before crawling towards the wall of his room.
<Activate armory
Taggon sent the control codes to the computer in his room, which let the heavy metal wall peel back a few feet slowly, then slide into the ground. The vehicon, with one leg and arm each ripped off of his chassis, continued to crawl towards one of the berths in his armory that was capable of repairing him. If Taggon had been a normal mech, he would have simply crawled or ground bridged to a medic. However, his personal quarters were outfitted with upgrades, armor, and weapons which he preferred over any medic, and would apply to himself and any guests whom he might trust. The center of the armory was what Taggon headed for, as he sent controls and settings for how he was to be taken care of by the mechanical arms in the ceiling, and which kinds of armor he would suit up in.
After leaving a trail of energon behind him, and heaving his body across the floor, scraping it as he caused shrill gravely screams, he arrived at his destination.
<Fifteen minutes until auto-shut down
Taggon ignored his agony and the small alarm that flashed by his optics in his visor, simply deciding he would be able to be repaired enough long before auto shut down. Hoisting himself up with one of the stabilizers, Taggon got to a rough standing position before arms extended from the ceiling, studying him, before more lowered, beginning to cut through his armor at the right places in order for it to detach. Other appendages would run scans on his arm and what remained of his leg, in order to create the proper replacements for the appendages. The vehicon was battered, but he had been in worse conditions. Aside from his two limbs being ripped off, he could have remained in the battle field. After the scans, different arms would descend, beginning to seal his two major wounds, as to stop the energon leaking, this was performed with precise and expert maneuvers, before an energon tap was hooked up into the Avacon.
Taggon heaved breaths, as a wave of refreshing new energy began to swamp his systems. He wouldn't have to worry about auto-shut down any longer. He would pull through, as he always did. Meanwhile, he would have to check the countless selection of weapons he kept here--and search for some of his newer designs.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 17:12:47 GMT
THe vehicon falls from the groundbrige as a cry is followed after a hit. The blasters of 3v0 are scattered some meters away from him. HE remained on his stomach, complaining against himself in his mind.
Evo, what kind of vehicon are you? why you should be confused by rules you didn't wanted to have? why you can not do a simply attack? Why, why?!
He shakes his helmet, looking around the new environment.
Shivering, Evo heard the alarms really scared. Even knowing the status of Taggon, he never trusted at the objects around him. Cameras? security systems?. He never was the most brave, or the most experimented in battlefield. The latest days in Earth he wanted to test himself as a fighter, but the result never were good.
Why... why did you bring me here? Are you planning to kill me, right? or is in htere another thing I shouldn't know?
He tries to pick one of his blaster, aiming at Taggon, but the fingers would show his cowardly. he's in autobot territory, and his has many valid arguments to be afraid
(I would like to write a long post, but I can't, sorry)
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Post by Taggon on Nov 5, 2015 14:34:54 GMT
((Hey, you had enough time to write a reasonable post in the first place, and that works for me. )) Taggon's armor would be removed, as the vehicon watch the other slowly gain his own bearings. The other layers of Taggon's armor would not be renewed on his chest, since though he had fought, they had no need of replenishing. From the ceiling, the plates of armor along with the other damaged or charred first layer pieces would be tucked away into the ceiling, before a slot would cover the armor, obscuring what was to come to the metal. Meanwhile, Taggon's chassis had no first and recognizable viehicon armor layer--the only thing that proved he was a vehicon was the mask that was still worn upon Taggon's face. "Three-vo," Taggon uttered in a long, worn sigh, "Calm yourself. You have good reason to be alert, and unpleased with who is with you, but I gave you my word I would not bring harm to you or Stalaken. I did not summon those Autobots that came. They arrived on their own accord, and with their own agendas." Taggon replied collectedly, as if he was merely informing a little brother patiently. There was nothing belittling in Taggon's tone or pitch. From the ceiling was carried a leg, slowly brought down, and adjusted beside Taggon's stub, which had fully exposed inner structures. The new leg would as well, as various nervous cords were thus connected by small tendrils, larger cables being fused around it as well. Simultaneously, an identical process was occurring to Taggon's arm. To both appendages, small supports for the protoform were installed, as to provide Taggon with quicker and stronger reflexes evermore so. It was as if Taggon was secretly addicted to them: When he had began his life his reflexes were keen, then he had become a vehicon, in which his reflexes were sharpened more. Recruitment into Avacon forces had altered him, increasing his reflexes to an extent most would be unable to believe, then he had made his own upgrades, which complimented everything wonderfully. He had come a long, long way. "This is a private Lodge of mine, my own quarters actually. Yes, there are things in here designed to effectively offline enemies. However, you are not an enemy, and never were, brother." Taggon stated. He was beginning to feel the connection solidify in his arm and leg. The tips of his fingers would begin to twitch, as their nervous circuitry was established more and more firmly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 18:55:14 GMT
(heh, I have to deal with the Uni, and I tend to multitask the whole tiem) The 3 fingered hands continues holding the blaster, but none of them are close of the trigger, but his state of alarm are activated. making him act with caution. Without a way of comunication between him and the Nemesis, he continued looking at Taggon, specially when his pieces were changed for new ones, or at least, some of them. In there he notices something, the change of the Taggon's internal engines. it looked like everything less a vehicon. Just the face. Ever thought about the possibility of a soldier who stole a vehicon helmet to pretend to be like the rest of the troopers, like him, like stalaken, like the millions of vehicons which are sent to die without any consideration.
Do you consider me a brother only for belong to the same kind, but judging for your actions and appearance? I would say you are very...very.. different, not good, not bad, just, rare.
He looked at his wound for some seconds, he would like to heal it as soon as possible, he doesn't need the assistance of a medic or a machine, just an electrode and some tweezers. His optics turned again at Taggon, but he wont be able to see any move of his optics by his visor made of 3 red bands.
I made a question before? why did your take me into this place? But I have a more important question,what have you done to break your internal protocols? can you be considered as a vehicon yet?
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Post by Taggon on Nov 8, 2015 14:38:04 GMT
((Okay.))
Taggon's chest plates would be secured, obscuring his intricate inner workings. Taggon had a much more complex anatomy than the standard Cybertronian. Over the centuries of war, Taggon had become many things. Some of which eh did like, others which he--Taggon paused in his thinking, as his armor all over his body was fused on, his form was almost entirely pitch, funeral black, save his chrome knee-spikes, and gun-metal hands. The only thing that was not a variation of this color was his Dark Prussian Blue visor, which glowed with it's same, dim, reserved attitude. A mirror, to it's wearer. Taggon's car wheels would turn slowly as he would step off the platform, towards Three-vo.
"I once told someone that when I looked back on my life's story---I was not certain if I despised it or not." Taggon stated patiently, he was right in the range, but meters from Three-vo's gun. The vehicon stood as if Three-vo had been his friend long ago, and that they had both gone through similar scenarios.
"I took you here for sanctuary. A place to reside without the distraction of a war. A place, where vehicons can commune with one another." Taggon answered calmly to Three-vo, keeping his cool effortlessly. "As I have said: My programming was practically experimental: they wanted a soldier who could think just a little bit more than other vehicons, and develop into a better war-machine. There were many variables to how to make a better vehicon, so the Legion of the 409th were created. Mis-fit vehicons with alternate programing from others, who would be taught and rallied to the Decepticon cause. We were. We worshipped Lord Megatron. Like all vehicons, we shared with one another our methods of attack, our strategies--we all effected one another. We grew in the paths our processors were meant to grow, but we surpassed some of our programming in places not originally intended for us to. It was perhaps easier for us as well, since we were among the first generation of Decepticon vehicons." Taggon explained to Three-vo, now the vehicon's gun was directly dug into tag's chest, though Taggon seemed completely fearless of it.
"My programming was still strict, however. I was taught how to---'loosen up' by a third faction who kidnapped and reprogrammed me into a mindless drone. They would later repurpose me back into the same mech I had been, or the closest thing they could manage to it. My head was filled with new programming, and most of the Decepticon programming was wiped. I was free to think, to imagine more." Taggon said, gesturing to himself. "As for me being called a vehicon, I would say that I was preserved to remain as one throughout all my reprogramming stages. Even when the Autobots cured me of most of my Avacon programming, I requested that I would still be 'the same'. Programming or not, I am a drone all the same. I have been a drone for eons. If you put thought into it, all drones are your brothers Three-vo. You just have to take the first steps of thinking in order to generalize the term 'friend'." Taggon told him. "As of now, I am leaving that decision to you. If your programming tells you I am a vehicon, then take initiative and shoot me--or nullify it with two different regulations against harming a fellow vehicon." Taggon informed Three-vo.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 15:28:28 GMT
Heh, that sounds, interesting, see we both have diferent stories. In my side, I'm supposed to be the prototype of a new serie of troopers, that would explain why I look a bit bigger and those electric sparks around my hands... but seems everything inside me was a waste of time to my creators.
His fingers are shivering, everytime that Tagg is close of him, the protocols are hurting him, causing a headache. Evo feels a huge need to plug the trigger, but he's unable to do that. Some electric sparks jumps from his arms and chest.
For everything I know, my internal coils were made to belic purposes, but I haven't had to use them to hurt someone until I came to earth. My reality changed, and so my possibilities of survive.But you know something, I'm supposed to be dead. My creators considered me as a failure, first, they got a serie of rules inside me to controll me, but they mentioned something wrong about my programation, without mention the risks of my electric coils, I can remember their faces of anger against me and the other engineers who worked to build me. After that, I only remember a hit and a cold sensation around me before to see the face of my masters. They repaired me and gave a purpose, but it was unrelated with my original purposes. If you are wondering why I can't stay in the battlefield for so long, it was given for all those years spent in a lab. I was an assistant, and I was happy with that, I didn't had the opportunity to meet advanced vehicons, only the troopers that everyone knows. But still, everything was good until my masters were murderer by disobey they own protocols.
Evo looks some minutes at the floor. a nostalgic and melancholic moment runs around his procesor, but he wont stay think on it for so long to keep his mental state stable. The electric sparks becomes stronger, meaning the effort that Evo does to think without being interrupted by the commands executed inside the processor.
The protocols weren't so rough with me when I had my masters, I only had to obey, but at least they gave my a small piece of freedom. But now, my processor use to mess up. Even, do you think I'm aiming at you because I want? Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if those protocols weren't written inside me.
Now you know my life. Please, go away and stop torturing me, please...
His head would be boiling, Evo needs to go away as soon as possible before his mind collapses.
Do am I a traitor for wanting my protocols away from me?
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Post by Taggon on Nov 9, 2015 1:09:01 GMT
Taggon frowned at how he had presented himself. He had said 'misfit vehicons' and Three-Vo had translated it into 'advanced vehicons'. Taggon was now viewed perhaps as slightly more of a distant force than an actual vehicon to speak with more--casually. There had been nothing advanced about the 409th at first. They were like regular vehicons, their thought-patterns had just been given a different road to take. Like another vehicon, it would have just been one road, but a different one nonetheless. In the aftermath it had made them more advanced in some ways. But when they had started, they had been anything but. Just different.
Despite the detail, Taggon would keep to himself his error, as he listened to Three-vo speak about his own summed up life-story. It was one which was similar to other tales Taggon had heard, however, it held it's own unique qualities. Much like Three-vo. So he had been designed to be a lab assistant, and then had been morphed into a more war-like creature? It sounded like something any master would do. Vehicons were hardly considered more than dirt, there was little to no any honor to the designation 'vehicon'.
Taggon would quietly, without moving, listen to the end of Three-vo's tale, and some of his thoughts. You are so close. Taggon thought, and wanted to say, however, as he listened to Three-vo, he realized the mech's situation was worse than he had calculated. Three-vo was just a single small step from getting into the next stage in which his mind would be open just enough--or the next stage would be trust. Taggon had been working hard at both. His result was Three-vo telling his story, so that was something. Taggon let a moment of silence pass before stepping away from the trigger. He was pushing Three-vo too hard too early. He was still getting ideas across he believed.
"I am not holding you here. If you want to exit, then I can summon a ground bridge for you to exit and re join your deception brothers. Or perhaps," Taggon said, turning away from the gun pointed at his chest, walking towards a shelf where there was a grenade. Taggon picked the inactive device up, holding it towards Three-vo as if to offer it to him. "You could assist me. Stalaken will require our assistance on the battle field, and vehicons are made to fight together." Taggon spoke, though speaking calmly, he had worded his sentence a specific way so that perhaps a secondary installation in Three-vo's head would be instigated: Vehicons fought together. Paired with the programming that stated vehicons were not to harm one another, both could potentially override Three-vo's confusion, making other protocols achieve consensus. It was the first loop hole. It was not to manipulate Three-vo however, it was to free him from his obvious pain so he could think clearer--perhaps even beyond his programming for an instant.
"It is your choice, Three-vo." Taggon said, though there was no pressure in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 11:51:04 GMT
Fight together, for what? is in there a good purpose to fight together? I mean, you betrayed your original faction, and the other vehicon showed signs of hate against you.....
If the vehicon was so close to get in the other side, it would be a bit difficult. Even knowing Taggon by few times, Evo doesn't have the enough confidence at Taggon. Even knowing all those times he refered vehicons as brothers, it wasn't enough to influence him. His voice turned nervous and quick, showing fear and tension.
Also, I wont consider it as my choice... it would be the choice of my creator since they got those rules inside me, It would be practically an extension of their mind, you know? They don't have any telekinetic relation with my mind, but their ideas are inpregnated inside, but I'm against that ideas.
Damn, I'm a traitor, a big traitor by only speak with you, by go against my nature.....
I don't want to fight, I dont want to hurt people, I dont want to come back, but I dont want to stay here, I only want to be free!, FREE! But I'm don't know the meaning of freedom! I only want to taste it, at least one day!
The blaster is droped on front of him. Some sparks come from his servos. The mental tension is affecting his control of his internal coils. If he touches soemthing, it would get electrocuted, even if he doesn't want.
Go away! your presence only makes me to wish you had a bullet in your dammit helmet!
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Post by Taggon on Nov 9, 2015 14:40:49 GMT
"You misunderstand me Three-vo." Taggon said subtly, "I am going to fight alongside him because a threat has emerged, and I gave him my word I would return." Taggon returned, "I did not betray the Decepticons. I have informed you of how a group known as the Avacons kid napped and repurposed me. It was not my choice to leave my faction. I may have left nonetheless under the proper circumstances, however, I was forced onto another side. With several others."
Taggon held the grenade in his palm, before retracting it, placing it on his belt, along with four others. It was just as he had deducted. And not only That. Three-vo it was too early, and not only that--stressed. His programming was definitely somewhat different, due to his actions. Taggon gave a slight shake to the helm. He would have to keep on trying another time, before Three-vo's spark hardened to his words. Taggon had tried his luck already, but not without fruit. Taggon would slide the requests for a ground bridge with his HUD to the Command Center.
"A ground bridge is on its way. It will take you to where a vehicon patrol flies every two hours. You should be able to warp or fly home from there." Taggon spoke. How'd he know these things? Taggon studied his enemy--and he'd impersonated the patrol before, and knew they still flew around the same area, all the more alert.
"In the meantime, I myself have undergone the stage you have. There have been voices in all our heads, ask any vehicon. It is the voices of all our creators that we must deal with. However." Taggon said, "when a vehicon can distinguish the voices of his masters and his own, then how much control do you really believe you have?" Taggon asked calmly. "Or, if your thoughts and decisions are your masters, then being able to define them indicates they wanted you to. The next question is if they can deter into guidelines, or simply keep controlling you." Taggon spoke quietly, as he continued to gaze at Three-Vo from behind his own visor.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 5:16:18 GMT
Evo would conside the Groundbrigde as an option, but the stress is blinding him mentally. A part of him wanted to be helped by his 'brother' be the other side only wants to go away.
They only got those serie of rules to keep me under their control, whoever they were, they wanted me to the belic franchise. I... I can clearly know to make a difference between my thoughts at the voices of my creators!. They wanted me to fight, but I don't want... I don't want to make use of my engines to get a spark off! Nobody asked me if I wanted to be built to kill, I only want to sit down and read a book without feel guilty!, why is that so hard?!
Everything is mixed, every turns confused ... I'm not sure if I want to help you or kill you. I blame my masters for save me and make me suffer this fate...
Maybe he would really like to see the vehicon begging for help as he's injured by him or someone else , or it was only part of his own frustration, maybe a mixture of them is felt inside the Evo's spark. An electric concentration is seen on his servos along a noise coming from his chest. He wanted to release a bit of his fury against his creator, against Taggon, himself and the creator who saved him, but he tried to controll himself by two reasons, the most predominant was about to keep himself under controll due his protocols, but the conscious side of Evo didn't intended to harm someone, even it that is a enemy or not.
The stress finally collapses the mind of the vehicon. Evo releases some intense sparks able to electrocute everything close of him before to pass out. The motionless winged vehicon lays on the floor, being vulnerable, but at least the thoughts are not torturing him, at least temporally.
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Post by Taggon on Nov 10, 2015 14:04:26 GMT
A silent countdown would begin, an unspoken process that had happenednefore. tag had witnessed this sort of thing--the vehicon was getting over whelmed with ideas, thoughts, and trying to think. It was all too much for any solider in one day. Taggon wasn't counting down to when Three-vo would pass out however. he had begun to mentally countdown in his own head for when he might have to strike Three-vo. Taggon knew himself: when he was in this position, red lights, pain, confusion, and anguish had flushed through his system all at once, and he had tried to kill everyone surrounding him. Taggon would prepare his servos to draw a knife, though he would still look calm and reserved.
An electrical pulse would crackle across the floor, nipping at Taggon's feet, making him jerk uncontrollably for a minute. He had been away far enough for the blast not to effect him to badly. The vehicon would watch as his brother would keep to the floor. Three-Vo needed rest. Taggon would approach the fallen brother, before lifting him up, carrying the fellow drown to a berth in the corner of the room. He needed to peacefully rest. Taggon would also lay down a few medium grades of energon on his desk, in case Three-vo was hungry.
Taggon would let his brother rest in peace, and think for a while. He would leave a box opened beside the grades of energon--the box would contain a thumb drive. The desk had a computer on it as well, and thus Tagagon would arm himself. He needed to move. Time was running short, and he needed to go back for Stalaken. He would open arm and leg compartments, secret places on his body, storing ammunitions, knives of all sorts, and an emergency grappling hook. He was now outfitted with lots of grenade looking objects, and plenty of advanced weaponry. He had kept some of the weaponry in store for a particular reason, an event which he knew would happen.
The vehicon turned back to look at Three-vo, as his secret armory would close, canceling itself once more. Taggon would give a small sigh, before pulling out an energon filled needle, injecting himself with fresh energy before requesting for the portal intended for Three0-vo to be closed, and another to be opened. Within the next four minutes, Taggon had left his room--leaving Three-vo to rest. He'd be back soon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 16:12:35 GMT
After some minutes of inactivity, the vehicon remains motionless on the ground with his blasters beside him. Evo would look like if he were death. His visor looks black and in there is no sing of his coils working. A red soft light appears in his visor gradually and a small electrical spark dances on his armour for a second. The headache remains, but it would be ignored with the minor effort. Moving his 3 digited servos. The vehicon turns his head around to notice the absence of Taggon.
Hello?
Seems I'm alone, I'm worried, maybe they will come back to kill me... Calm down. Don't spread the paranoia around...
He sits down, leaning his back to the closer wall and removes slowly every dirty spot from his damaged leg.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 3, 2015 13:52:34 GMT
The room was empty, save for the Desk to the right of the berth. The desk had on it a computer, and many many other data pads. Hundreds perhaps. The chair beside the desk was pulled in neatly, which was quite contrary to the condition of the desks residence. The wall to the Armory would slide open however, as a ground bridge would swirl into existence in one of the far corners of the room, permitting the in-coming Stalaken entry. Along side with this, came a com-line that both vehicons would here in their ear-pieces. ::Welcome to my room Three-vo and Stalaken. Upgrades, weapons, and good shelter for you two is here. As of now, both of you have clearance in this area because you have both, very simply, been deemed as 'Neutral' by scanners. However, it is advisable you both avoid doing anything aggressive. Stalaken, that means you cannot smash your shields against any cameras when you step outside, or break the arms of a security guard.::
As this was said, the arms used for upgrading that were attached to the ceiling would begin to hmm to life...
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Post by Stalaken on Dec 5, 2015 4:15:35 GMT
Stalaken entered Taggons room and quickly took in the surroundings. He saw Evo against the wall cleaning his leg. Stalaken nodded at the mech to show that he acknowledged Evo's presence and then walked to the Upgrades area. The area was highly advanced and looked like Taggon really enjoyed his toys. This came to no surprise to Stalaken, for Taggon was always one to try to always be the best.
Stalaken knew what he needed from the upgrades so he quickly searched for the programs he needed. When he found the right information he entered in what he wanted done with it and hooked himself up. The process took only a few minuets and it was done. Stalaken stepped out from the upgrading area feeling like he was just even closer to his dream. With his most pressing matters done Stalaken walked over to Evo and stated, " How is your wounds? If they are server you can fix your self with Taggons gear, I am certain he wont mind you using them."
With that being said Stalaken went and leaned against the opposite wall and took out his shields, and started to clean his valued tools.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 1:20:36 GMT
(sorry for the delay, again.... *hatefully thoughts against self*) The fearful vehicon see how the two vehicons comes into the room again after a long time of absence. The cube that Taggon left on the table is full and his leg is cleant, but the energon continues leaking in low amount. When the two presences came close of him, or at least, in the place. Evo felt fear instead confidence. He's surrounded by cybertronians, or at least living forms which in some senses can be considered in the same level than him. When Stalaken spoke to him, the electric vehicon moves his leg to get some couple of feet away from him, but he never stood up.
NO!, I dotn want to be fixed for you or your tools! I want to know the real intentions about you both, in there are a lot of unanswered questions and pently of thing that need a methodic explanation.
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Post by Stalaken on Dec 13, 2015 0:03:37 GMT
(( Its cool bro, )) Stalaken cocked his helm to the side as he watched the cowering mech scoot farther away. This came as a surprie to Stalaken for he had never met a Vehicon who was scared of his own brothers. Though this mech may have been through a lot, Stalaken was not one to feel compassion or worry about mechs he didnt really know, even his frightened brother. The Vehicon stood up after listening to the mch fearful speach and said, " Dont be a fool brother, your leg is not fully healed and is leaking energon, let the machine fix you. As for what my intentions are, well not even Taggon knows what I really want. As I said before, the first time we met, trust Taggon but dont trust him." Stalaken went back to the machines and prepped it for Evo if he wanted it. Then he walked back to Evo and stood right in front of him. Held out a servo, " Weather you trust me or not, your leg must be fixed. "
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