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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on May 23, 2015 15:22:07 GMT
And just as that happened, as the cameras turned off, a lone decepticlone walked in. As everythi g went dark, he radioed his comrades and soon a heavy patrol of decepticlones came rushing. These were heavy units, medium units and even rollers and commander units. They all began to open fire into the corridor, not caring who they hit. And they came from all entrances too. If anyone was in the brig right now, they would get hit by hundreds of bullets and a couple of rockets. The front lines consisted of advanced mediums which had energy shields that protected them. And more drones were on their way and they pushed further in.
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Post by Black Sun on May 23, 2015 15:56:07 GMT
When the vehicon yelled 'prison break', Black Sun remained silent, looking at Quaketread that was- or once- stood in front of her cell. Though, unlike the other prisoners, Black Sun awkwardly stood in silence. Then, she merely took a step back into her cell, almost like the force field was still there. Then, turning her backplate, she sat down and observed what was soon to happen.
"Don't you worry about me, Quaketread. I'll be right here like a good girl." Black Sun said, waving her servo. "The others.. not so much."
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Post by Slapfoot on May 23, 2015 16:25:28 GMT
Slapfoot drew a shield on his left arm, a khopesh on his right, charging at some of the escapees, namely, Stormgear. Leaping up and swinging a ped at the femme, he ignored the warning of telling them to cease and desist. The pede began to glow ominously, but nothing happened.
((Finals today. I'm Tired, so forgive the short post.))
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Post by CS-Stormgear on May 23, 2015 16:41:44 GMT
When she'd turned her helm to speak to Cut-up, Stormgear had failed to notice Slapfoot. His ped would make contact with her chestplate, which knocked her back enough towards the wall. Instant terror sprung into her mind. Changing settings to her portals, Stormgear scrabbled to her peds and portalled directly through the wall, hence exiting the brig before the decepticlones entered to engage the enemy.
((Sorry for the swift exit >.< Storm wouldn't have a chance against 70 or so cons'. She's hurt, and has a serious height disadvantage. So ya, she's like 'I'm out' XP))
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on May 23, 2015 19:25:50 GMT
Quaketread was about to continue his investigation when the power went out, all of a sudden, bullets and rockets whizzed around him, impacting his frame. The incompetent troopers were attacking anyone that moved, including him. Quaketread brought up his arm to protect his head as Black Sun made her promise not to leave.
"If you do leave. It'll be an admission of guilt, and then you know you won't get to live long to enjoy your freedom."
Quaketread stored the Recording device into a compartment on his chest, before charging up his Crys-Mag Armour and opening a channel to the Decepticons in the vicinity. Sidling up to the wall, Quaketread had managed to avoid the worst of the damage, but many others were still hitting his frame.
"This is Quaketread. I order all Decepticons to cease firing on this position immediately. Enter the Brig and subdue the escapees properly."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on May 24, 2015 2:36:13 GMT
Random decepticlone commander: "Roger roger."
The decepticlones stopped firing and proceeded to walk further in. They didn't break formation since the commanders had control over their troops and the heavies oretty much covered the entire width and height of the hallway.
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Post by Taggon on May 24, 2015 14:52:59 GMT
((Sorry to prolong, but I just realized I need to wait for Jazz before I post...otherwise some of the point of me starting this whole thing would be ruined. So...mind waiting some please? ))
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jun 6, 2015 12:49:19 GMT
((Ok, I think I've waited more than long enough for Jazz. She doesn't show up that's her own problem.))
Quaketread left the cell, his warning given to Black Sun, and advanced on the escapee's position. The new troopers Backbeat had been fostering seemed less than competent thus far, and Quaketread was determined to give a proper demonstration of competence on the field. Barging past the line, Quaketread spotted the Vehicon from before standing on his own, his stance and weaponry indicating he'd just been in a fight.
"You. Where is the escapee?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 13:23:33 GMT
( So, Taggon, message me with a summary to what's goin' on so I can work on your post tonight. Sorry, lots of family stuff happened this weekend upon my return from AwesomeCon that I wasn't expectin'. x x )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 4:01:01 GMT
A tinny vehicon would walk around the cells. As he doesn't have nothing to do, he would be around for the cells by simple curiosity. He would not be interested in the war plans of Backbeat, after all, his abilities as a soldier are still very low. 3v0 would look at the prisoners of the cell.
I wonder why they are here....
His steps can be heard along the halls.
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Post by Black Sun on Jul 12, 2015 4:16:57 GMT
Black Sun hung out in her deactivated cell, pacing back and forth within the confined space. The ex decepticon SiC merely picked at the end of her digits, almost as if she were looking for any flaws in the handywork. As she paced, the femme kept thinking: who was Nightfall. Her previous counterpart's history was unknown to her, besides the fact that She'd been the leader before Shockwave. She didn't know what she was like, but Black Sun sensed that it had something to do with her unwillingness to give her her commander title. Black Sun didn't blame her, due to Shockwave's nature of doing things- scientifically. And here she was, standing in a body that Shockwave made. She was never suppose to know who she really was, and only be a High Command puppet.
Maybe none of this mess would have happened. Starscream telling her who she was, looking into the archives to find things about Nightfall, being stupid enough to get caught by Shockwave, and leaving to look into that small vessel at those falls. It was all a scheme, one to frame her to become a traitor. She was a loyal as she'd been without her knowledge of Nightfall. Her hate for Shockwave was large, but not enough to disband and bring the scientist's reign to a collapse. But she knew one thing: the mech had been scared of her. He left the entire faction because of her knowledge, and left her with the mess of regaining membership within the Decepticons.
Since Quaketread has my recorder, the information on that thing should clear everything up. The femme thought. I'm not the traitor, Shockwave is. And I have no intentions on leaving the Decepticons with a crazy excuse of a commander.
Her next thoughts were of Backbeat. The mech was crazy, that was a fact. But crazy enough to dismantle the entire faction? While she'd been on the nemesis, Black Sun had only met the mech once or twice. And without speaking, the mech was mentally disturbed. He'd asked her if he could place a bomb in her helm, a BOMB. Why would she be okay with that? Looking at the series of rulers following after Megatron's death, the quality of leaders only began to degrade. Nightfall was an exception, because Black Sun didn't have a knowledge of her ways of ruling. What the ranks need are some cleanup, and order. Megatron only got those results because of ways of- scarring the common ravel. Well, those who didn't call themselves a Decepticon.
The femme remained silent, thinking to keep herself occupied from the current prison break. She knew someone would eventually come to transfer her to another sector. Somewhere away from the current fight. Quaketread doesn't trust me. The Clone Shockwave used must have given him a nasty verbal thrashing. she thought.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 4:36:53 GMT
The shy vehicon would heard some noises around.
I wonder what that is.
At first he was hesitating to find the source of the sound. For a moment, he was afraid to be walking along such corridors. His legs shivers in every step. Suddenly, he found a new presence.
A femme?
When he focus his optics at the new silhouette, he immediately began to analyze the movements and facial expressions of the female cybertronian. His three banded visor would look at the Black Sun optics for a seconds, but them he turns his gaze towards the floor. He never knew something about the Black's past, so, to him, she would be one of the Némesis crew.
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Post by Black Sun on Jul 12, 2015 4:50:42 GMT
((Note that the brig is in a huge skirmish, due to the prison break )) Just like she'd anticipated, a slightly smaller vehicon had crossed the mouth of her cell, which he'd stopped to look at her. Black Sun didn't look up to acknowledge the mech. Black Sun knew that Some vehicons had a mine of there own, and did things in the dark, things that made them different from the rest of the genetic copies. So Black Sun knew that trifling with a vehicon supposed 'simple programming' could cause a form of compromise of there freedom. She took Chaft and Cut up as an example. Such strange vehicons. One had actually shown her mercy, and proceeded to let her escape. And no doubt, that same vehicon had started the prison break.
Strange.
"I'd assume your here to transfer me to another brig, no telling to this unplanned prison break." Black Sun stated with a calm yet dark tone, like aura most commanding officers made when they talked. "If not, then I'd assume you'll move me anyways. Please do, this skirmish is giving me a helmache."
The black femme didn't look up. Her cold red optics remained locked onto her digits.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 5:21:08 GMT
Maybe he was one of the few strange vehicons on this universe, but he would try yo be loyal as he can. That is a part of his programation, but this is something that has tortured him for so long.
His deep voice replies to the ex-SIC.
Designation, 3-v-o serie 143k to serve you. I...I don't have an idea about what you're talking about, my dattabase hasn't been updated for a long time ago.
A part of him would like to obey the Black's order, as a 'deceptcion member' but the fect of being a prisioner prevents 3v0 to follow her orders. I have no orders to move you to a place in specific. I just came here when I heard strange noises. You have to wait to one of the Decepticons members, I'm sure he, or she well give us a specific point and I'll take you to that place.
When he stops talking. Some silence could be heard, but this time peace is interrupted by background sounds. He does not yet know about all the mess with the 'prission break' yet. Before to know anything, he would leave as soon as possible
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jul 12, 2015 14:21:32 GMT
((I got bored of waiting, so we're gonna just move things along with this.))
Quaketread entered Black Sun's field of vision, holding the recorder as it finished playing it's recordings. Holding the device in his palm< Quaketread looked to Black Sun, and then back to the device, clearly examining the evidence in front of him. After a moment, Quaketread placed the recording device in his chest compartment, and turned to Black Sun.
"Follow me. Vehicon, help the security team to re-establish containment on the prisoners here. A few of them seem to be incompetent enough to allow several escapes, and we need to maintain order. This way Black Sun."
Stepping around the small Vehicon, Quaketread lead Black sun through the corridors and out of the brig, heading for the briefing room.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jul 12, 2015 17:08:16 GMT
Just as Black Sun was about to say something else, Quaketread entered the side of her vision. When he spoke, Black Sun turned her attention to the mech. Why wasn't he so- angry? Or pushy? The difference in his tone and posture suggested that something changed, probably about her and her little scandal case.
Like she was told to, Black Sun followed, making she didn't drag behind. After all, Quaketread had massive strides..
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Post by Vos on Sept 18, 2015 13:45:38 GMT
And just as that happened, as the cameras turned off, a lone decepticlone walked in. As everythi g went dark, he radioed his comrades and soon a heavy patrol of decepticlones came rushing. These were heavy units, medium units and even rollers and commander units. They all began to open fire into the corridor, not caring who they hit. And they came from all entrances too. If anyone was in the brig right now, they would get hit by hundreds of bullets and a couple of rockets. The front lines consisted of advanced mediums which had energy shields that protected them. And more drones were on their way and they pushed further in. ((Sorry Jazz, I've been waiting a while for you to post. You can grill me over this later, but until then, the yellow-vehicon flies free.))As the skirmish erupted, and the single vehicon gathered additional forces, Cut-Up just revved his engines. Today, he would go against the very order which had adopted his ancestors, his family, and his way of thinking. Today he turned on the very mechanisms he called his brothers, in exchange for his liberty. He would no longer serve the Decepticons, but Cut-Up knew his destiny lay beyond the red insignia. This universe was not one of black and whites, as Graph had once explained. Now, that crazy long-deceased chatter box made sense at last. Cut-Up's engines revved, and as his instincts kicked in, the mech found himself sprinting right for the mech who'd called the whole sha-bang, the vehicon finding his pace quickening, his weak spark brightening. Cut-Up would have to say sorry to all his Decepticon friends later. Not that he had too many.
Shields activated, but the vehicon continued to run straight forward, his fists clenched tightly, every edge of his sharpened armor gleamed defiantly as gun fire started, bullets heading to impact him--only for a web of hexagons to flicker in a large circle around Cut-Up, his heavy-shield activated. The vehicon transformed, his wing tips also razor sharp. Fighting to the death wasn't on his mind today, unfortunately for the crowd that had gathered. The vehicon had built up his rhythm, and his aerodynamic body soared just above the cluster of soldiers, almost grazing the ceiling, any tall hands that reached out for the darting flier were cut, the mech's insanely sharp wingtip and body slicing through anything, be it thick or thin like a hot knife through butter. This was not all though. Cut-Up sent twin streaks of super-heated buckshots from his barrels at what guarded the main entrance to the whole brig:
That lovely big red button. Gotta love original designs. Aimed from above, rocketing out of reach of the mindless drones, the shots would explode upon their target, making the thick heavy doors begin to slam down. Cut-Up dived, letting his hull skid as his thrusters engaged full speed, slipping right under the giant heavy metal doors thundering down, trapping said troops within, at all entrances. Cut-Up would then resume his flight through the Nemesis: He had a few errands to run, before his freedom was official. Knock Knock. No one's home. How unfortunate, that the ones who are aren't at home at all--
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Post by Slapfoot on Oct 1, 2015 13:51:52 GMT
Slapfoot quickly out away his weapons, and hung his head. Charging. Into the hallways at a full sprit , he ran after Cut-Up, trying to keep up as the other vehicon thundered down the hallway. Trying to think about the situation, where he would go. Slapfoot had his weapons, so Cut-Up would undoubtedly try to get more. The normal armory, too much opposition. Cut-Up might not even be on the nemesis anymore. But, all one can do, is try.
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