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Post by RedOptics on Jul 15, 2016 15:59:11 GMT
Cat sat back in her chair, looking slumped as she listened. Making a sound as if she was going to say something, she decided against it and only pondered for a moment. She never really thought about something being so traumatic in his life, but then again, that was awfully rude of her. The femme let off a small hum, indicating that the story had touched her spark.
"Cut-Up, first I must say how sorry I am for you. That must have been quite the family. Well, you at least enjoyed your time there while it lasted, but as the saying goes, 'Everything, even the most beautiful, must eventually come to an end'. Or something like that." Shrugging, she kept her helm down, letting off a slow vent, "You may not, but most become attached so easily. And within a grouping that size and reliable? Hm, no wonder you're so shot down because of the events that unfolded. It hurts, I know, even if most of them aren't gone. You may not want to admit it, but regret and grief will always be there, no matter how much you suppress it, it will always find a way to show through. I'm sensing that pain, no matter how cold and hard you are on the surface."
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Post by Vos on Jul 16, 2016 6:41:19 GMT
Cut-Up looked to the ground as Cataract told him what he believed was supposed to be half an encouragement, half stating that he didn't have to play tough guy. Cut-Up would have laced his servo digits together, however, he lacked a hand. So he just tapped his pointer finger upon the stub of his other arm, thinking for a minute.
"Story's not done. Gojj dies too, and the only ones that make it out of the whole Primus forsaken city is me, Chaff, Stalaken, Slapfoot, and Nines. Only after all our bothers die, she tells us in a guilty voice that she's actually an Autobot spy. Her mission's over though, since most of us were dead. But her objective was to ensure we failed. Nines told us she regretted her job the more she got to know us, especially when we all struggled to keep her alive. She told us she thought we were all just going to be cold-blooded killing war-machines." Cut-Up said in a low tone. "Nines almost died that day. But Chaff and Slapfoot supported no more violence since we'd lost enough of our kind. So I broke her leg, and forced her at gun-point to walk away from us and go to the nearest Autobot facility. I told her to stay out of my sight and never enter it again, since she, an Autobot--was responsible for a great amount of my brothers' deaths.
Then there were the cons. They kept sending us on impossible missions. I figured they were trying to kill us off since we were getting too good. But when I told the others it had no effect. it didn't change anything: we would have to serve the Deceptions anyways, since we weren't about to go neutral or become bots. I hated them in that moment for some reason. I hated them for not trying to change, and I hated how I couldn't change. So I signed up for the DJD. Got a job helping Vos. They all went back. Chaff stuck with Stalaken, but Slapfoot was hurt I think. He disappeared." Cut-Up concluded. He returned to staring at Cataract. She was speaking to him in a soothing voice, and she seemed to actually be expressing sympathy for him. Cut-Up felt like he was being a push-over. Someone was feeling sorry for him. Normally that wasn't supposed to be the case--normally he was supposed to not have anyone hear his story like this. For some reason, he hated the fact that she was acting this way. He didn't know why. He mentally had to ease himself once more, getting used to this sort of thing.
"It was beautiful Cataract. It was the best thing I'd ever been in. Even if it was in this war--even if it was sometimes hell, it was the prettiest hell I'd ever been in. Most of them aren't gone. Half of them are." Cut-Up said in acknowledgement. "That's my story. Happy?" He said, some of the roughness entering his voice. Only a mere fraction though. "If you are, how about you tell me how you wound up here. With the Autobots."
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 16, 2016 17:35:35 GMT
But what of Taggon? Perhaps he simply escaped then seeked aid. She turned her helm ever so slightly at his inquiry about her story.
"Alright then, but first allow me to attempt to even remember it." Cat took a few moments, feeling Cut-Up's gaze burn into her armour. All the better. "I can't tell you my legion, because for some reason I don't remember it anymore, but my story? Now there's something depressing. Hope you like sob stories, Cut'." The femme's tone turned serious, as she cleared her throat.
"This was I think, a couple centuries ago, when my vision simply vanished. Hm, I think it was without reason that my optics turned to glass. But, I can assure you I was like every other Vehicon, except I was put to manufacturing things like weapons and utility for the poor soldiers I never got to hear from again. Well, when I lost the ability to do anything after all I saw was darkness, no one bothered to help me, and only shoved my around. This was around the time the cons took advantage of the sibling terms. Anyways, I began to teach myself how to 'see', and found that-if activated and/or the fact that you have one-a certain circuit that connects from your audio sensory to your visionary stimulus, you can muster up a grid in your mind that gets brighter with soundwaves. Though not everything can be seen, I was improving on avoiding anything I could bump in, attempting to continue my originally assigned job. Nothing was good enough obviously, because they always, always wanted more. Filthy rats." Somehow, a small amount of amusement was hidden in her voice when she spat the last part, as if that's the term that she loved calling them just for a tease.
"Then out of nowhere, in the first time for hundreds of years, I was sent out into battle. I knew from the start they simply wanted to get rid of me, but when I reluctantly returned all battered and bruised, they had enough. They shoved me out of the ship, it was grounded mind you, and took off without me. Now of course I was hurt, but surprisingly not enough to make me simply and pathetically sit down and cry. No, instead I waited until the Autobot 'clean up crew' arrived to remove evidence that there even was a battle. Held at gunpoint you'd think they would have shot me instantly, which is actually what I had sort of intended for. But no, a mech named Xenon was, well in my words, sweet enough," She pressed emphasis on the word with quotation marks, "to let me in. He specifically said to me, that I wasn't like the others. Even though I had my weapons and utility on me I never once even thought about laying a servo on them." If it were visible, there would be a smile on her faceplate as of now, and it was clear in her voice.
"He was blind in his right optic, I believe, but that didn't stop him from being a wrecking machine. The pile of junk became my partner then. After that, I don't remember much if only bits and pieces. He's dead now, and I'm nearly an expert at all things 'blind'. I guess I must've hit my helm somewhere, but there's no dents." Cat let off a small hm, bringing a knuckle to her bottom lip, "It was a few years after that that I met Taggon, I think I slapped him once. Looking back it's rather amusing. But now I've met you, and being a Vehicon, for some reason I feel more... what's that word," The femme snapped two of her digits as she mumbled to herself, "Relaxed I guess will have to do for now."
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Post by Vos on Jul 17, 2016 13:24:42 GMT
Cut-Up never hit the note on how Taggon lived, or what occurred after the mission. He just silently listened to Cataract.
Cut-Up had been squeezing his sealed, yet still broken arm painfully, as he listened to Cataract's story. He straightened the metal points out, so that the arm was something of a crude pointer. It wouldn't really have any weapon use, and it would easily be shattered or disfigured again should Autobot fire rain upon it. Not that he had intentions of escaping, it was just his arm looked like a mess, and if he could straighten himself out, he'd take the opportunity. The painful ripples from his arm caused him to grunt, before he examined the the bent-like looking spear head of an appendage. He looked at it, his yellow optics glowing a soft light. Being around Cataract had cooled him, but he'd rather have her not think that entirely, though he was guessing she probably could see past anything he tried to put up. Frankly, he was surprised she hadn't turned into some sort of Disciple of Primus by now, with extremely flashy lights and wings, telling him to change his ways, that he really was a good guy.... And all that crap they sell in every children's story.
Cut-Up Picked some of the loose chinks of armor out of his legs and body, as to prepare himself for settling down more. He might as well keep himself the best condition he could. As for Cataract's story, Cut-Up hated to admit it--but he actually felt sympathy for this femme. A part of him wanted to say she was just the sort of weakling any Autobot was, and that she was now truly home, in a place where all of her type dwelled. But another part of him told him that it would be nothing short of cruel. He'd lost some of his fire due to Cataracts persistent behavior. And no use spitting at someone who was keeping him Cut-Up Picked some of the loose chinks of armor out of his legs and body, as to prepare himself for settling down more. He might as well keep himself the best condition he could. As for Cataract's story, Cut-Up hated to admit it--but he actually felt sympathy for this femme. A part of him wanted to say she was just the sort of weakling any Autobot was, and that she was now truly home, in a place where all of her type dwelled. But another part of him told him that it would be nothing short of cruel. He'd lost some of his fire due to Cataracts persistent behavior. And no use spitting at someone who was keeping him out of the brig at the moment.
"If there was any part of being a vehicon I despised it was the chance of having to take part in menial tasks. I'd be lying if I said I never knew it could be that bad. Truth is Cataract, if you were seen as weak, any vehicon would often times scoff at you. Because nothing is more useless than a useless vehicon, according to the doctrines I was programmed with." Cut-Up stated casually. "As I'm sure you know." He added hastily after a second.
"Someone trying to get rid of you is feeling I'm used to." He said next. He was trying hard to make small talk, but it had been ages since he'd done something like this with another person without some kind of snide remark in his reply. "..You slapped Taggon?" Cut-Up held back chuckle, "Really? What'd he do to deserve that? Wait a second.." Cut-Up blinked, before smiling. "Was it because of his peculiar tactics? I've always known Taggon to be a bit of an odd-ball when it comes to Autobot ideals. Or, he was last I compared him back in the good ol' days."
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 17, 2016 18:02:22 GMT
Cataract only hummed, but cheered up a little bit when he mentioned her practical attack on Taggon. "There's that smile." She whispered, then raised her voice so that he may hear her clearer, "He pulled off a stunt that a few didn't like, I can guarantee it. Blowing up a medical bay on my part wasn't something completely... right. At least it didn't sit that way with me. I mean, I probably still hit him like a femme, but it was probably one of my hardest backhands I could ever deliver. Even though all my ties have been severed, I didn't like the idea of the ailed and the healing being killed when they couldn't even fight back. It's my origin, so it registered as an offense for some reason. Either way, that was a stupid move in my opinion, but I don't care anymore, it's in the past." The femme coughed softly into her fist, clearing her throat after she was finished.
"I guess he hasn't changed in your view, huh?" She chuckled, putting her servos together and placing them in her lap.
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Post by Vos on Jul 18, 2016 16:07:52 GMT
Cut-Up continued to adjust his now pointy appendage, looking it over, wishing thinking of unsheathing an axe from his subspace. The only axe or weapon he had left was his Great Axe, which was nothing to mettle around with, it was something to respect. It was constructed from the same materials his protoform was, which meant it was extremely resilient to most kinds of weaponry. Other than that weapon, he believed his other servo could still possibly trnasofmr into a flak canon—but he only had an electrical net for ammo. And it was only one shot. He was as low as he could be on anything, including energon. His emergency reserve only lasted so long…
‘There’s that smile…’ her soft whisper was like a gentle announcement to him. One of Cut-Up’s greatest strengths was his excellent hearing. Anything Cataract had said had been crystal clear to begin with. “Don’t get used to it.” Cut-Up replied briskly, “I wouldn’t care too much about the residence of the medical bay. I had no problem with some of those commanders and high-rankers dying, they were probably going to wind up on the list anyways. As for Taggon—it was a good move. Attempting to eliminate foes when they were weakest. But I’ve never seen him do something like that, to that extent. He prefers subtlety you see.” Cut-Up gestured with his servos, “He’ll do what he’ll have to—but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that day he’d been hit hard somewhere or something. I’ve always known him to be somewhat merciful with his kills, as in he’ll be snappy and stealthy about it. The bombs and kamikaze remote-drones were a bit too—flashy to be his style. Then again, I haven’t seen my cousin in years.” Cut-Up stated, staring off into the distance. He thoughtful hummed to himself for a second.
“Slapping him though? I’d pay shanix to see that.” Cut-Up mused. “Changing in my view? I don’t know what that mech really is anymore. Personally, I’d expect one of you Autobots to have some insight. You’ve all had him for years.”
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 18, 2016 16:51:25 GMT
Cat deep down didn't have much care for his facial expressions, whether he kept them or not. "Eh, I've only known him for so long. We don't really talk much. But if you want I can call him in here to say hi?" Of course she didn't want to have to do that, interrupt his important work simply for the sake of meeting someone he already knew. But they're basically brothers. Wouldn't it be nice for them to see each other before this mech is hauled off for Primus knows what and how long? The femme let off a small groan, tapping the tips of her claws together as she pondered.
As the waited for a response, she listened to the noises of the room, the beaten mech beside her and the sounds coming from outside her door. It was in no way peaceful, however, she did get by the fact her sensitive hearing only enhanced sound for her benefit. The room's grid pulsed, and she lost sight of the far wall, only seeing that section of the grid whenever there was a higher frequency of noise.
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Post by Vos on Jul 21, 2016 4:18:38 GMT
Cut-Up shrugged, deciding to be quiet on the response. talking to Taggon would be too weird. Not to mention, he felt that his brother wouldn't necessarily appreciate him for killing as well as harming some of Taggon's friends. Taggon was on his own path, and that left Cut-Up on a distant, isolated passage. Slapfoot was Primus knew where and Stalaken was the same case. Cut-Up was beginning to feel alone for the first time in a while. He joined the silence, saddened as he reflected on what he'd become: He'd grown from grunt status to some twisted bitter rogue. He always had acted tough though. It was because if someone did get past his shell--like Cataract was--they would find themselves talking to a mech who had nothing to lose, save his friends. He felt that should someone learn his secret, he would lose his edge. He wouldn't be considered as much of a threat.
His threat status was all he had now. It was little, but it was something.
Cut-Up's own audios perked up at what was occurring behind the door...what was going on? Cut-Up narrowed his optics. Survival instinct was kicking in. His optics darted around the room, as he thought of what was happening behind the door. Maybe Protectobots were coming to take him to prison. He needed to get out of the base, and fast. Or...or did he have to exit? He tried looking for anything that could be of use in the room, just in case. Perhaps he was over thinking this, but, just incase something extremely hostile was coming to pick him up, he needed to be ready. There was a desk. Maybe he could use it as potential cover and throw it at the enemy, should they come. Once, Stalaken had been trapped by over ten Autobots in their prison, and it had taken hours to bring him down. I may be wounded, but I still got a spark in me. Cut-Up thought, his engines humming, ex-venting increasing slightly, as he readied for what was to come~
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Post by Vampyricon on Jul 21, 2016 12:30:11 GMT
A Groundbridge portal opened up and Vampyricon stepped through from the French city of Nice. He's had enough of anyone related to Sydrone. To stop himself from thinking of whatever unscientific BS the Decepticons, specifically a "scientist" called Viroid, were sprouting, he thought he should probably lock himself in his lab and continue whatever he was researching. Speaking of which, what was he researching? Oh right, the physical properties of element 113, newly named nihonium by the humans. It didn't have the invincibility of what the Decepticons called "ununtrium", so he supposed it was a codename designed to mislead. And honestly, the half-life of its atoms were so insignificantly short that it wasn't feasible to construct a stasis field around them. So immersed was he in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed where the Groundbridge led him.
"Oh," Vamp said, finally aware of his surroundings. He had apparently Groundbridged into someone's room. "Uh, hi, I'm Vampyricon. Am I interrupting anything here?"
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 21, 2016 18:36:06 GMT
Cat was going to say something else, as he sensed his uneasiness towards calling in a brother, but was silenced when the sound of a ground bridge opened in the vicinity. The femme scrambled to her trods, nearly knocking the chair over as she placed a servo over her spark, "Primus in heaven... don't do that!" She panted, as if she had been heavily startled, "Yes you are! Leave! Go on, get out! This is a private session damnit." The scowl was clearly there in her voice. Right now she was worried about Cut-Up trying to attack, or Vampyricon attacking him. She didn't want there to be any kind of physical harm happening in this room. The Vehicon tried to shoo out the mech from against the wall, waving the back of her servos as if herding mice away from her home.
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Post by Vos on Jul 22, 2016 12:07:06 GMT
This moment of silence was not enjoyable. Cut-Up did find some mild delight in the fact that Cataract wasn't saying anything--which meant for just a moment, she was out of cards. Her indecisiveness was something Cut-Up relished in for a few seconds, though as soon as he noticed she was quiet, that emptiness that filled him swallowed him whole once more. Cut-Up grunted, shuffling around, unable to hear a single thing, though he did concentrate. Perhaps--if he listened hard enough he could sense a portion of what occurred within Cataract's mind. His audio receptors were toned enough for the task of being able to tune in on most frequencies. He was not an expert telepath--but if he focused extremely hard he could hear some of the signals that were transferred in someone's processor. It took insane concentration though, and even when he heard the frequencies, he had to patiently wait until his own processor could translate them. They were muffled, and Cut-Up was not completely experienced in this art, so he only felt a small portion of the emotions within someone's mind, if he focused to such great lengths. He was just beginning to when a ground bridge opened-
"YAHHHRR!" Cut-Up bellowed, placing his one assembled servo around his audio receptor, as it adjusted back into the average cybertronian's listening capabilities. The ringing of the ground bridge caused him to be unable to hear what was being said for a second. it was mute--as a strange little mech mumbled something or the other. This was followed up by Cataract facing the mech. Then she tried to shoo him away. Cut-Up blinked, as he glanced at the ground bridge. It hadn't closed.
And here I thought Primus hated his children. Cut-Up thought, before walking towards the bridge. Anywhere was better than here. Chances of it leading to the prison were nell, the Autobot looked completely unaware of where he was, meaning he wasn't here to pick Cut-up up. Cut-Up silently walked into the groudnbridge, making sure his steps were quiet. He was reminded of how Cataract was trying to see who he was and get past the shell. Someone like her would have the time to visit him and change him, eventually, into some sniveling Autobot. She'd gotten far within his time with her. Jail awaited him as well. He couldn't stand the thought of either, becoming an Autobot or being condemned to any life of prison. So as soundlessly as he could, he stepped through the warp. Cataract perhaps would catch the sound of him leaving, since his body wasn't in top condition. Still. He left her to her corner, with the Autobots. According to her story, she'd chosen it anyways.
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Post by Vampyricon on Jul 22, 2016 12:34:05 GMT
"Sorry," Vampyricon said, and hurried out of the room.
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 22, 2016 16:27:05 GMT
After shooing him out, the sound of the ground bridge closing caught her attention, then she looked at the vacant berth. "Idiot." Was all she hissed out of her hidden mouth as she placed a palm upon her forehelm. What was she gonna tell the Protectobots now?
Inside she was throwing tantrums, but kept herself physically calm and collected, "It's just one con, what could possible go wrong? He'll probably just sit down and think for 3 million years... Oh... Cut-Up, I wish you well..." She groaned, slumping back down on her seat.
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 23, 2016 21:25:00 GMT
It had been days since the silent and graceful femme had left her room. This way no one would know how badly she had messed up. Cataract was quiet, sitting in her chair and letting her mind wander as her body settled perfectly still, the same position it had been for the past three days. Not a single piston had moved from its current position, and her mask lay on the table beside her settled form. A sudden sound in her helm broke her fast of movement however, and her helm perked ever so slightly to the familiar voice.
::Friend Cataract. Are you available? I require your assistance with a few projects, if you have the time. I know it had been a while since I have spoken with you, and this favor seems out of the blue. If you can reply though, I would ask that you would.::
Her reaction was not instant as it would usually be. Though he may have been announced as the Head of Strategy, this did not stir her will to hesitate, rather than immediately stagger to her trods. No, Cat took her sweet time to stand as if she were royalty, then turned to pick up the discarded armour piece she had removed earlier, latching it back onto her blank face. The optics that were now spheres of glass that looked like they held the universe within were covered, and the odd design that had been engraved into the face of the mask faded to life. And with that, the femme Vehicon at last exited her room.
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