Black Sun
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Post by Black Sun on May 13, 2015 21:37:19 GMT
Watching Hotwire make her departure, Black Sun looked at Quaketread and Backbeat from her cell. It was funny how they thought they were so quiet. Though she hated Shockwave, she did however thank him for her- erh- upgrades. She was designed to virtually be a killing machine, yet also have strategy tactics. Though things didn't work out for the ex-lord, the upgrades did however stick. Using her enhanced hearing, she heard the phrases 'taggon' and 'two birds with one stone'.
How rude. she thought cooly. I kinda hate being related to a bird.. What about a shark or a dragon? Something with a bit of rage and anger at least..
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Backbeat
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Post by Backbeat on May 14, 2015 2:27:08 GMT
Backbeat looks at Black Sun, he raises his voice so she can hear
' When you decide to take up my offer... Quaketread will get you ready for your role... '
He laughs a friendly laugh
' I hate to leave, but I still have other parts of my plan to set in motion... Till next time my friends... '
He walks out of the room, only stopping to step over Lightracer's dead body...
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 2:08:47 GMT
Jazz's sensors were all sorts of all over the place. The force of the blast had done a bit of damage to his systems- not enough to kill but processor damage wasn't outside the range of possibilities. He had damage to his helm previously done by the blast and then furthered by the strikes to him at the hand of Starscream while he was unconscious. There seemed to be some sort of strange tick, probably something with the circuits that lay there, since his helm would spasm every so often.
Dragged along, the Autobot was unaware of what was happening to him. One would have hoped that he would merely be destroyed instead of left in a cel to run out of energon and stasis lock for the rest of whatever eternity they wanted for him, but it was not short of actions by the Decepticons to do either. Though when Jazz started to move it was clear that he was still with the current and had not joined the Well of Allsparks. His visor was still offline, but his vocoder kicked on.
"Where... am I?" came his voice, soft, weakened and... confused. Genuinely so. Where was he, and who was touching him?
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Starscream
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Post by Starscream on May 15, 2015 2:40:57 GMT
Stepping in to type in the pass code to enter the highly secured cell block, Starscream entered inside the hall, carrying Jazz by the legs while Skywarp carried him by the arms. This was just to easy, he was expecting for the four wheeler to put up a much better fight then that sorry excuse back there. Oh well, he couldn't help it if he was so talented in his skills. He continued walking through until he finally reached up to a cell that was directly facing the one Black Sun was in. He acted as if he didn't see the femme, deciding he'd just wait to see if she would speak out to him first. He wasn't surprised she ended up here. She probably failed on attacking the cyclops after all. What a pity, perhaps he'd be able to use her for something else then in the near future. As he pressed the control to deactivate the cell's plasma door, he looked to the Autobot as he started to faintly speak. "Shut up. You'll speak only when I give you permission." To try to keep him quiet, he sent a fist into Jazz's abdomen. He'd then motion for the other fellow Seeker to swing his chassis a couple of times, before tossing him inside the small cell room, where he'd reactive the plasma door.
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Skywarp
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Post by Skywarp on May 15, 2015 3:08:13 GMT
Skywarp obliged, swing the mech as he and Starscream released him, causing Jazz to fly into the cell. Skywarp turned to Starscream, grinning.
Now what?
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 3:11:09 GMT
Permission to speak? Why did he need permission? Before he could ask, there was an impact to his midsection that made his processor fritz and he visibly winced. Something was preventing him from... no, servos released him and he was suddenly airborne. His visor kicked on, lightly up brightly, just in time to see the floor rushing up to him. With arms and legs not working as quickly as he wanted to, he landed face-down and slid across the floor a moment, leaving him a jumbled and confused mess. Everything in his framework hurt, every single damn nook and cranny screamed in some form and level of agony, but there wasn't anything Jazz could do to sooth the callings. All he could do was lay there momentarily, then he slowly lifted his helm slightly to look at the two forms standing on the outside of the cell door.
Locked up? What had he done?
Permission to speak. Commander. Right, commander was sticking out in his processor. Was that his commander? No, right? Maybe just a lackey. That one was a Seeker- he could tell by the wings panels. Really, though, what had he done? And if that one was telling him he needed permission to speak he had to be some level of superior to him, right? Or was he just a prisoner?
"What did I do wrong? Why are ya puttin' me in here?!" Jazz was slowly coming to, not as easily as he would have liked but it was better than nothing. He managed to sit himself upright, propping against one of the walls as he raised a servo to his damaged helm.
Why couldn't he remember?
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Black Sun
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Post by Black Sun on May 15, 2015 15:11:20 GMT
Black Sun watched as a new prisoner was dragged in, and the captor Starscream himself. She emerged from the darkness of her own cell, looking at the set of events that unfolded. Once Jazz's cell was closed, she looked at the seeker silently. She wanted to wait for him to turn around, or to say something. After, she wasn't suppose to talk- right. Black Sun silently moved towards the shield, only to knock on it with her servo. With every slight beat, small waves would develop on the shield's surface- which was bound to catch his attention.
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Skywarp
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Post by Skywarp on May 15, 2015 16:15:29 GMT
Skywarp shifted. This was boring. He wanted to fight something. A ping from the main computer saying an autobot had gone to Canada, out in the open, alone. Too easy. Skywarp opened a groundbridge to the co-ordinates, stepping through the groundbridge, leaving it open in case Starscream wanted to follow.
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Starscream
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Post by Starscream on May 16, 2015 1:48:48 GMT
Narrowing his optics, he glared again at Jazz, not actually believing he'd state something so obvious of why he was in here. It had been almost idiotic for him to speak those words out. Well he couldn't blame him. Decepticon intellect was far superior. "Have you seriously become that stupid, Jazz? Oh, apologies. Perhaps you've forgotten you're in a fragging war! Be thankful that I even spared your spark."
Turning away, he was about to answer the other seeker's question, until he abruptly just left through a groundbridge portal. Starscream vented, not really in the mood of following him to a different place. For all he knew it was probably his usual playtime situations on blowing something up. He had no time to waste on that. Black Sun had caught his attention, causing for him to approach her cell, reframing the temptation on laughing, keeping a stiff neutral expression on his faceplate and a calm tone.
"Something you need? I take it you went along on attacking Shockwave after all then."
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 2:31:46 GMT
"No, I haven't forgotten I'm in a war!" A war? Right, Cybertron. Jazz rubbed his helm some and winced, feeling the dents there. A small section was missing off behind his sensor, which could have explained the breeze he'd felt coming through. Though, there was something he was forgetting. What was it? The Seeker had left his cell to deal with other matters apparently, as he was no longer outside his door.
"Spared... my spark?" All of this was so confusing to him and he grumbled some as he brought his knees to his chassis. "What... where... okay, Jazz, think..." But it HURT to think. Whatever he'd shaken up in his processor was certainly going haywire now trying to piece together what was missing and he wasn't having a decent outcome with it.
Still feeling some after effects from the attack- an attack he only vaguely recalled- he got himself to his pedes and stumbled his way to the door blocking him from just walking out of the cell. He looked around, spotting the owner of the voice he heard talking to another prisoner. "Hey! Come on, let me out of here. I have... I'm supposed to do... something..." What was he supposed to do? Well, no matter! He didn't have time for this. "I have to get back to Iacon. I have tasks awaitin' me there!"
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Starscream
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Post by Starscream on May 16, 2015 3:48:12 GMT
The way he was acting really was beginning to get strange. He mentioned Iacon. Why would he want to return to a deserted baron wasteland? He needed to think of the possibility that Jazz might have been struck to hard on the helm with some added memory loss to his processor. Starscream didn't care actually, it wasn't like he was going to go order for a medical unit to check the Autobot's injuries. It was either that, or a pathetic attempt on trying to escape his cell. "You may stop with the lies now. You aren't very good at it. Cybertron is dead. You already know there is no place to come back to."
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 3:57:25 GMT
Jazz looked at the Seeker, a genuinely puzzled expression on his faceplate. Cybertron was dead? No, he had just been there! Hadn't he? Jazz lowered his helm slightly and brought his servo to his visor as he tried to piece together what was missing. It was difficult for him and as much as he tried, it just was making him more confused.
"You're lyin'. I was JUST there... I think. Yeah, I was just there." Jazz knew he had been there not too long ago, or maybe it was a long time ago and he just didn't... no, this had to be some sort of trick by this Seeker. Everyone knew that Seekers were trouble and Jazz wasn't going to stand to be made into a fool. "I ain't gonna fall for it, Seeker! There ain't no time for your games. Lemme outta here! I swear I'm gonna report this to the Council."
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Starscream
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Post by Starscream on May 17, 2015 14:45:53 GMT
"Yes, I'm sure you will. Now, let me repeat myself again. Shut up and keep silent. You're a prisoner of war. This is your new home." As he spoke, he picked a very familiar frequency signaling his sensors. It was coming from the cold climate of Antarctica. He knew whose signature this was. Jetfire. His old rival. Seemed as if he was going to fetch in yet another Autobot to the cell block. Stepping towards the main computer, he typed in the coordinates, opening a groundbridge, rushing inside of the portal, before it closed behind him.
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Skywarp
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Post by Skywarp on May 18, 2015 14:02:55 GMT
Skywarp emerged through a groundbridge, tossing Stormgear into a cell. He looked to Black Sun and Jazz, giving them a hard stare.
Say a word to her, and you're both going to the DJD for...Heh... Rehabilitation.
He made the shield come on again, smirking as he walked away.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on May 18, 2015 14:46:51 GMT
Stormgear awoke with a small croak, the little 15ft. femme immediately feeling the shrapnel in her torso. Avoiding any internal damage, the femme pressed herself against the wall and focused on the wound. 'Okay, don't freak out..' she thought. 'I just have to remove the shrapnel and close the wound.'
Silently, Stormgear used her good arm to pat down her pouches, in which she revealed a small medical kit. It wasn't much, probably bandages, needles, and thread, but enough to temporarily fix the wound. Opening it up and keeping it close, Stormgear brought her servo to her torso. She gripped the shrapnel, which she immediately felt her energon pulse. 'No aesthetics, no medicine. Once it's out you have fifteen seconds to close the wound.' She thought. 'Now.'
Pulling the shrapnel out, and bringing her left servo to the wound, Stormgear bit her glossa in order to not scream. Hence, she focused on closing the wound. After about five seconds, she already had a needle and metal thread closing the wound- the hard way. The pain was something she wished would be over soon, but she managed to keep herself quiet. After about ten seconds, the wound was shut. Tieing off the entire wound, she began to wrap her torso with some banages. It took her a few minutes, but she managed. Alas, she was somewhat okay, which she pulled herself to her peds and approached the forcefield cell.
"Let's see.." Stormgear mumbled to herself, crouching slow enough to see the control panel on the wall. It was at least a few feet off from her current location, and about a 1/3 from the edge of the cell. "If the right tools, the field could be disrupted- or weakened- for a few seconds. And from the last time I checked, each field has a weak point.. But where is it.."
Standing up, Stormgear began to looked at the field from various sharp angles. From Jazz's view, it looked like the femme was trying to find something.
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Slapfoot
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Post by Slapfoot on May 18, 2015 15:11:15 GMT
Slapfoot stepped into the room. From that very moment, anyone could tell he was about 5 feet taller than the normal vehicon, and looked near reflective. Any Mech or Femme could simply use him as a mirror, and many actually have. He tapped on the shield, noticing Stormgear.
Is she trying to escape? I hope my presence will stop that.
He shook his helm, silently telling Stormgear to stop. He brandished no weapon however, yet pointed to a camera in the corner, as if saying, "You try to leave, they catch you."
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Post by CS-Stormgear on May 18, 2015 15:29:31 GMT
Stormgear, by far, had one of the highest IQs amongst the autobots ranks, better yet the entire affiliation. But it didn't take up her common sense. If she knew how to do something, to was to play dumb. Stormgear didn't respond to Slapfoot, she she acted as if she didn't know how to speak. She made it as if she didn't hear Slapfoot, which she proceeded to look for the weak point. 'it would look like a nick in the field. Hard to notice, but it's there.' she thought. 'If hit correctly, The field will brake momentarily. The last time I did this, it interfered with some of the nearby electronics for a few minutes, loosing some good escape footage..'
Alas, she spotted the nick, but it was to high up for her to reach. Stormgear made a face, a pretty disappointed on, but she managed to look away. 'once this bugger goes away, I can jump and hit it..' she thought.
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Post by Slapfoot on May 18, 2015 15:36:51 GMT
Slapfoot sighed greatly, bowing his helm. He hit a few switches, turning on the electric protection device for the cells. You touch the shield, you get electrocuted horribly. However, Storm-gear intrigued him. Why was she not repaired? Slapfoot was no fool, and did not fall for her trick. Resisting the urge to speak, Slapfoot thought to himself.
Please stop. They'll hurt you. You are already hurt. Why do you wish to be hurt more?
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Post by CS-Stormgear on May 18, 2015 15:44:45 GMT
While she had her backplate turned, she'd heard the field light up with an electrical pulse. She'd smirked. Well primus, he'd made it easier for her to get out. 'Scratch the Force Field penetration, I can just override the entire mechanism by overloading the energy circulation.' she thought. 'And I don't have to look like an idiot stabbing the field. Primus, if I can get the charges high enough, the entire room- or wing- could be blacked out. Just what I need- an electrical burst. No cameras, no security panels, no nuthin'. A clean escape..
She still pretended to play dumb, even playing with the charges on the field by touching. Though, unlike most prisoners, who'd stop immediately, she'd poke it a few more times. Her main ability on the EDU was electrical manipulation. And with that ability, resistance to electricity. There was a reason why she could survive a torture with Kaon. The shocks numbed her digit, but it didn't hurt. So, silently, she merely smirked. 'This could get interesting..'
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Post by Slapfoot on May 18, 2015 15:57:54 GMT
Many things swam about Slapshot's helm, thinking as to what she was doing. He took a step back, his wheels revving a bit. Slapshot was twice the size of Stormgear, with twice the amount of arms. He showed this, plates on his torso shifting as two arms slowly protruded from his torso, proceeding to crack his knuckles in challenge. If she got out, she wouldn't get far. He wondered what she had done to be thrown in here, but he shooed this thought away. He fought, he didn't think.
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