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Post by Taggon on Feb 18, 2015 12:52:13 GMT
'Able was I, ere I saw Elba.'
So goes the famous piece of human property which none other then the French conquerer Napoleon said when he approached the lone, small island. Elba is a tiny island two hundred miles off the coast of Africa, quite a ways form any civilization. Or so one would think. One or two small communities of humans mark the island, though the island is mostly unpopulated. Or so it would seem at the moment.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 18, 2015 12:58:32 GMT
The Aries Fist landed on the Island, still in cloak. The ship lowered, rumbling and rustling trees, before it made a solid thud after it's landing gear made contact with the ground below. Protectobots grumbled as they checked the whether outside, the humid atmosphere was already aggravating. They would have to work double time not to rust in this kind of pesky habitat. Taggon was quite bright about the place, peering out a window with his fingers laced behind a his back.
"This is our ship's new resting place until further notice. Energon mining can commence here if you find any energon signatures nearby. Until the first stage of the operation is complete, or something of particular excitement appears, do not contact me. I will, however check up on you all when I have the time. Keep your optics and audios sharp, soldiers." Taggon ordered his troops. The protectobots present responded the way every Colonel would like them to;
'YES SIR!'
Taggon nodded back. He summoned a ground bridge, exiting through it. The protectobots on the other hand, made camp with their resources present. They established signature blocking and cloaking capabilities, and the engineers the went to break. As for the guards, they would commence shifts on the guns and screens which revealed what was going on outside. A small sigh erupted from one of the guards. Things could be pretty boring now.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 14, 2015 12:38:16 GMT
A ground bridge opened, allowing Taggon to enter. The ground bridge closed behind the injured vehicon, the current officer in charge of the A-19 Strike team and it's ship, Aries Fist, was greeted by his own selection of officers, who escorted him to the medical bay. The mech was told that his plan was working, and that he would soon be repaired as to adjust to the situation. Taggon nodded grimly, before the repairs on him commenced. Taggon may have been given time to feel defeated, but instead the vehicon simply acknowledged that he would now approach Mire from a distance if possible, or that he would indeed play differently in their next encounter. He had not had an opponent to look forward to battling ever since his dear captain....
Still waiting on you ma'am.
Taggon sent her a message mentally, though he was not at all telepathic. He simply desired for the Captain to return home, not because he had romantic feelings for her, no, only fools would invest their time having sweetsparks in a war such as this. Taggon had seen it happen again and gain, becoming a couple with someone only made things worse. You were given extra weaknesses, and you were not nearly as expendable as you could be. Taggon did remember trying to say or indicate something such as that to one of his comrades, Thunderbolt, but it had not gotten across unfortunately.
Taggon entered the ship's medical bay, sitting himself upon a berth for the planned operation to commence.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 15, 2015 12:33:23 GMT
---two hours later--
Taggon had sent a com-link message to the two outlander Autobots, and as a result he was glad to hear that they were home now. As for himself...he had been altered. Instead of having longer knee and elbow spikes, Taggon had a regular vehicon mask, instead of a slightly sharper look to him. His arms resembled those of a regular vehicon as well, and the scar under the left side of his visor had been removed. Or, that was his old mask. His older parts were now stored in the room. He also had a classic dark purple paint job, and a Deception insignia upon his chest. The Autobot one had been replaced, thus the vehicon felt like his older self. He was still loaded with knives, but he would be mistaken for a normal grounder vehicon.
Taggon did look exactly like the patrol bot which he had been monitoring for months. Now came the tricky part. He needed to free the rest of the bots in the Nemesis, however he would nee to come into the Nemesis with one or two for some back-up. So far his plan was working. Taggon made sure his trusty Uncutt Rifle was subspace, before he decided he would now wait. The time to maneuver would have to be quick, but he had to be patient so that the patrol of vehicons would return.
On another bright side, his t-cog had finally been removed. The microbes in it had become dormant after the year of being locked in his t-cog, and the medics had taken it out, and purged it of the little bugs. This meant that Taggon could transform...and since it was made known to most of the Deceptions who tracked people like him down, that Vos had long since poisoned his T-cog, and he was unable to transform. Identifying him as Taggon would be trickier now.
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Post by Detective Ulti on Mar 21, 2015 18:57:42 GMT
A groundbridge opened within the ship, with Dashside walking out of it, gripping a large HMG between both hands as she stepped out, with the portal closing behind her. Continuing to walk around, she looked around the ship for the mech who had called her here, Taggon. Pulling over one of the protectobots, she used the information gained from him to head to the medbay, walking in there carrying the HMG in her right servo by it's support handle.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 21, 2015 22:59:36 GMT
Taggon was indeed waiting in the Aries Fist, but no longer in the medical bay. He had just warped back from the neutral grounds, in which he had had a brief vacation. Taggon had then been alerted of Dashsisde's presence, and now the vehicon walked towards her. The mech approached the black and yellow femme. The two colors were a popular combination, and Dashside's use of the hues on her paint job only reminded Taggon of his days working with one of his ex-co-workers, but he gave no sign of it. Taggon no longer held the features which singled him out as an individual vehcion, his long elbow and knee spikes replaced with standard vehicon ones. They were still sharp and longish, just not as sharp and as lengthy as Taggon preferred them to be.
"Greetings Dashside. I am pleased to see you have arrived." He said. He had located her, and actually was behind her at the current moment, since he had navigated his way through the ship to get to her. Taggon's silver paint job had also been replaced with the standard dark purple and gun metal grey one, and a fresh, new Decepticon insignia lay behind the glass-like subsptance which covered most of his chest cavity.
Taggon was no one to stand around for formalities though. He gave Dashside precisely one minute to realize it was him. It was quite obvious, since he was addressing her as Taggon would, and though his voice was changed, he still held the calm air that Taggon did. Only because he willed though.
"Dashside, I have gathered you, and exclusively you here since I believe you are adequate for a mission that I have in mind. You have noticed the Autobots have been imprisoned in the Nemesis correct? Well we need some of our troops back...Captain Astrinal included. She has not reported in when she usually does, and as a black ops member, timing is everything. If timing is not met, the worst has the possibility of occurring. Our objective is to get our Autobot brethren back here. As you can see, I have acquired a disguise. Several other men have acquired this disguise as well, I and a few others shall be impersonating a squad of vehicons whom we have secretly monitored for four months. I have several plans for getting onto the Nemesis and back, and this is going to be one of my many cards. Your part in this? You will act as the prisoner whom we brought aboard. You also will be the one to lead the prisoners back on ground. As dry as the occupation may sound, plenty will happen. I strongly suggest you arm yourself thoroughly as I did."
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Post by Detective Ulti on Mar 21, 2015 23:14:28 GMT
Confused by the lack of the ex-vehicon, the femme was surprised to hear his voice and turned to face him. For a second or two there was minor confusion to who it was, but a few seconds more and something clicked, and when it did there was a small "You look nice" joke there, but Dashside didn't say it. Observing Taggon for a moment as he spoke, she looked up at him. Nodding as to say she understood the plan, she grinned slightly at his final comment, smirking as she waved around the arm holding her large HMG or simply, Sam. "Sam" was not her only weapon though, as the shotgun that stuck out over her back and the two pistols on her thighs are only part of the armory she carried. Within her backplate was her large railgun, and within her hips were her dual SMGs, which popped out when she needed them. Within the small of her back were both of her flinger assault rifles and the inner wrists her CS-10 Nanite Flamethrowers. "I think I'm ready." she smirked, swinging Sam around lightly again.
((GTG now, I have to be up early tommorow and probably won't be able to post.))
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Post by Taggon on Mar 22, 2015 0:11:09 GMT
Taggon was pleased to hear that the femme had for-seen some promising action, and had most likely adequately equipped herself. He then turned around,
"The plan may sound a little basic, but it is until several events occur. Until then, we do some basics. Now, if you would kindly go through a ground bridge that shall appear shortly, the squad of vehicons should be flying over their area around this time. Don't use any means of heavy fire, just something annoying to catch their attention. And go for their wings if their seekers. They hate it when their wings get damaged." Taggon advised. He knew of such because he had spent much of his life in the company of vehicons, because he was one. He knew them frontward and backward, so to call the shots at times was easy for him. He would then signal a protectobot who was watching, and he would nod at Taggon back before starting to make a few calls for Taggon's units.
Taggon had many surprises which he hadn't told Dasshisde of yet since the necessities of the surprises hadn't appeared yet. The vehicon called in a ground bridge, and sure enough eh vortex came into formation before Dashside. it lead to a place in South America, where the vehicons patrolled for Autobots, and some traces of energon. Taggon himself would have to wait until the right moment before he himself entered. He had a Deception signature, so that he could hold an extra aspect of fooling the cons. It wasn't meant to be long, but it wasn't meant to be short.
((Go to the South America thread which holds the most mountainous area. Because I love it.))
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Post by Detective Ulti on Mar 22, 2015 19:31:38 GMT
"Got it." She replied, stepping over towards the groundbridge before turning to face him. "Sir, with all due respect, I don't think this plan will work." The femme stated, looking at the Ex-Vehicon. "I mean surely there is some kind of failsafe that stops people hijacking the nemesis, right? Maybe we should find another way to rescue Astrinal. So no disrespect but count me out." She continued, stepping away from the groundbridge and opening another a sufficient enough distance away to avoid getting shadowzoned. "Call me if you need something else." And with that, she entered the portal, of which closed behind her.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 23, 2015 13:43:08 GMT
Taggon watched the femme leave. He had not revealed all of his plan, but she seemed to lack faith in his ability to plan ahead. Either that, or she saw that going into the Nemesis was a deathtrap. Genuinely, Taggon knew it was. No doubt the mechanics had been up to something, and no doubt that the Deceptions were onto something, and ready for him before he was there. Canceling the operation would be something that would be considered wise by some. He had no back up if he failed. Yet Astrinal could be in danger. She was the type to have her own defenses, but still. Others were held hostages there...
Taggon sighed. He knew that if he did cancel the operation, it could be the end of Astrinal. But it could just be him. All commanders always have their doubts, from others and themselves. Taggon thought. If he did indeed prevail, he would gain some better reputation, though it wasn't about that. If he didn'tdo this, all he had planned for weeks would be thrown off. The timing was everything. it was now or never. The ex-Decepticon shook his helm at himself, as he called for another ground bridge to leave, and for his allies that lay elsewhere to. The moment of hesitation had come along with the moment where the decision was to be made. The ground bridge which Taggon had entered closed behind him as well.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 29, 2015 14:36:03 GMT
"Got it." She replied, stepping over towards the groundbridge before turning to face him. "Sir, with all due respect, I don't think this plan will work." The femme stated, looking at the Ex-Vehicon. "I mean surely there is some kind of failsafe that stops people hijacking the nemesis, right? Maybe we should find another way to rescue Astrinal. So no disrespect but count me out." She continued, stepping away from the groundbridge and opening another a sufficient enough distance away to avoid getting shadowzoned. "Call me if you need something else." And with that, she entered the portal, of which closed behind her. ((Not to be stupid...or bratty...BUT LOOK WHO CAME BACK FROM THE NEMESIS. I was right! I kinda broke the rules, and am going to get punished, did promise not to do it again...BUT I WAS RIGHT.)) The Rest Assured Flew from orbit, the red ex-Decepticon vessel flying downwards towards Earth. Taggon was delighted they even made it this far. However, upon breaking Earth's atmosphere from Outer Space, there was one little problem; The Rest Assured would be burning very badly unless the it's shields would push through, and it's armor kept it in tact. Taggon eyed the emergency ejection button, before he came to the small realization; who said they had to land? Then again, if they ground bridged to the Autobot base they could cause some damage. The impact of piercing Earth's atmosphere shook the ship violently, perhaps causing the Autobots within to shake madly. Taggon hoped the shields would make it. However, the shields began to decrease as they rapidly declined into the planet. WARNING: SHIELDS AT 50%
The ship's automated voice spoke monotonously. "Everyone had better be hanging on to something!" Taggon yelled to the passengers, as he slammed on the ship's breaks, causing the flaps on the wings to engage, slapping the ship with impact again. Taggon sent coordinates to the Autobot base. They'd make it. They might crash into a wall, but they'd make it. WARNING: SHIELD AT 25%
I need to look into upgrading this rust bucket. Taggon told himself, just before a warp bridge came into being before them. The Rest Assured roared into the ground bridge, the remainder of the shield preventing the ship from being fried. The ground bridge thus closed behind the bots.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Mar 29, 2015 14:39:08 GMT
*Afterburner held onto something tightly.*
I can feel my Predacon Clan members presence on this Planet, I feel they are in danger, when we land and if we do, I need to help her!
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Post by Taggon on Mar 29, 2015 14:59:31 GMT
((Posted in the Autobot rp section; 'Other Locations'. Sorry for batting you guys around, but I know you two have things to do, and so I'm trying to get your cos outta here.))
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