Riptide
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Post by Riptide on Feb 22, 2015 21:33:45 GMT
The top of the menacing decepticon warship. Most cons call it the skydeck. Come here to crashland ships, jump off the edge in escape attempts, or stand on the bow and yell "I'm the king of the world!!".
Vehicon workers were scattered around the top of the Nemesis. Lifting crates, manning turrets, practicing their flying. They heard a strange humming noise, different from the noise the engines on the Nemesis makes. It sounded weaker, though it was still distinct. A few Vehicon Seekers flew in from the cloud coverage and transformed, landing on the deck with terrified looks on their faceplates. They screamed to run away, though most of the vehicons stood their looking dumbfounded. That's when the humming came closer, and closer, and closer... out of the clouds flew a Boeing C-17A Globemaster. On the side of the cargo plane was NEST, indicating that it was part of the Autobot coalition force with the humans. That was all the Vehicons manning the turrets needed to know.
They opened fire on the large human air-craft, the turret bullets easily tearing through it's armor. Strangely though, it didn't fire back, it just kept getting closer to the Skydeck. Both engines exploded as they were hit with fire and the tail wing was blown off. The plane went down, crashing into the skydeck and sliding to the edge with an audio receptor shattering screech of metal on cold metal. Vehicons surrounded the burning cargo plane, blasters aimed with anticipation. They saw something move and aimed towards that spot, ready to bring Hell upon the intruder. That's when a bulky blue form emerged.
That is how you make an entrance!
Onslaught had arrived.
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Titanna_TFG
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Apr 16, 2015 3:21:27 GMT
The drone had not arrived yet, which is to be somewhat expected. Titanna, with her poor choice of words, wasn't very specific when she told 3vo to meet her in the Nemesis Deck, in reference to the Nemesis SKYDeck. Although, maybe the drone knew and is taking his sweet time getting here. The skydeck was the perfect place for sight-seeing above the air and in the skies; it was being the literal roofing of the large Decepticon Warship. It was also the perfect place to use a Groundbridge to wrap to almost any location on Earth. Her digits meet the keyboard as she proceeds to look over the various locations to have fun.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 0:43:30 GMT
Some minutes after the vehicon with some purple and green stripes could be see walking around the skydeck. He just wanted to be a little sober after the event of the electro lounge. He clearly knows the Skydeck would be a little dangerous to a drunk mech or someone stupid who dares to come without wings of any device to fly. Evo is lucky, his alt mode allows him to fly above the sky without problems, but sometimes he has vertigo when he flies too high.
Evo notices Tittana on the other side and walks towards her with some shy steps and tries to don't look down to avoid that nasty feeling of vertigo. Inside him he feels sorry for the delay, so, he would expect an angry Tittana yelling at him.
(My apologies for reply soo late, I've been really busy IRL)
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Backbeat
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Post by Backbeat on Apr 17, 2015 22:27:59 GMT
A groundbridge opens and four vehicons walk through... A few moments later Backbeat walks out...
He then walks into the Nemesis, as he had plans to check on...
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Compass
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Post by Compass on Apr 17, 2015 23:00:27 GMT
Sting walks through as well, following her leader.
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Titanna_TFG
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Apr 18, 2015 2:55:18 GMT
Some minutes after the vehicon with some purple and green stripes could be see walking around the skydeck. He just wanted to be a little sober after the event of the electro lounge. He clearly knows the Skydeck would be a little dangerous to a drunk mech or someone stupid who dares to come without wings of any device to fly. Evo is lucky, his alt mode allows him to fly above the sky without problems, but sometimes he has vertigo when he flies too high. Evo notices Tittana on the other side and walks towards her with some shy steps and tries to don't look down to avoid that nasty feeling of vertigo. Inside him he feels sorry for the delay, so, he would expect an angry Tittana yelling at him. (My apologies for reply soo late, I've been really busy IRL) ((No problem. I may have the same issues as well. So we're even)).'Hashima Island, Japan? Russia? Nah, not even some of these abandon areas in New York are-,' Suddenly, the holographic map of the United States warped its image to zoom into the likes of Detroit, Michigan. According to some of the data collected by some field drones, despite the efforts made within the state and federal goverments' efforts, the city of Detroit is still considered the epitome cesspool of poverty, crime, and lost potential. 'Perfect,' Titanna finished. Her train of thought is slightly interrupted by some small footsteps entering the cool atmosphere. The femme brute turns her head towards the source, noticing her vehicon slave, 3vo, popping in. " Ya...LATE," she remarks before slamming her pointer digit on "INPUT". "I've found the perfect place to crash, literally. We can mess with some of unused junk or the 'fleshies' of the place as I help you with your 'problems'." She crosses her arms with a devilish smirk as the green, swirling portal tears through behind Titanna.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:12:53 GMT
My apologies, miss Titanna At least she didn't beat me. the vehicon sighs. For a moment he expected something worst of the female decepticon.
Fleshies, are you meaning the wildlife of the planet, or just the dominant race that lives in there?I don't have problems beating humans, but I would like to have the wildlife alive to analyse it later...Anyway...whatever is ok...
His visor is focused at the green vortex
But before to leave I'm wondering what kind of mess are you talking about.
Do am I able to make any kind of mess? does my simple body can rip something, to break or burn? I'm not sure. Well, let's see. I hope not to disappoint Titanna.
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Titanna_TFG
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Apr 18, 2015 23:49:35 GMT
My apologies, miss Titanna At least she didn't beat me. the vehicon sighs. For a moment he expected something worst of the female decepticon. Fleshies, are you meaning the wildlife of the planet, or just the dominant race that lives in there?I don't have problems beating humans, but I would like to have the wildlife alive to analyse it later...Anyway...whatever is ok...His visor is focused at the green vortex But before to leave I'm wondering what kind of mess are you talking about.Do am I able to make any kind of mess? does my simple body can rip something, to break or burn? I'm not sure. Well, let's see. I hope not to disappoint Titanna. "Which eh'vah 'wildlife' comes first. My beatdowns don't discriminate. Besides, you're a 'Con right? Why should ya care?"the femme snarks. "Anyways, I was think we can head to a local construction yard, or the closest you can get to one, in that dump and do some fun exercises. Especially to make you bulk up and become a better threat against puny Auto-bytes. That fake-aft training place 'round her doesn't do the real thing justice."Quickly, she points towards the green Groundbridge vortex before switching to charging through the unnatural portal that rips through reality. She couldn't wait to have some real fun. Being stuck in the Nemesis for hours is not exactly her ideal type of pastime (unless food and sleep is involved).
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Vos
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Post by Vos on Apr 22, 2015 14:06:45 GMT
The outline of a demonic figure was lit up as he walked through the halls and onto the skydeck, his hollow optics keened for a familiar figure who had summoned him here. Was it true? Were they really going to...all be together again? Vos was twisted to the core, he was a killer, and someone who enjoyed turning others into thus, but family---this kind of family was one which he held onto. It was what he had in the universe, the only group of Decepticons who didn't turn away in disgust. Vos was no victim, and he never really blamed anyone for turning away from him. He actually liked it sometimes. He was a unique specimen in that sense, one of a kind, which fueled his pride. Even then, he was sure not to be too confident.
It had been a while since Vos had been out and about, though his most recent kill was Astrinal, which was more than any other member of the DJD could boast, it had been a month or two since he had been, as the term went, 'active'. Vos had been busy though. Reconstituting himself, supplying himself with new weapons and tech, feeding himself with new kinds of thoughts for schemes, studying those who were on the List.
From the shadows Vos emerged, the starlight dimly lighting some of his features, though his hollow crimson optics did not need light to be seen. The blackness which followed him and stretched into a mirror outline of his chassis was lengthy with the absence of most light, the dark grey mech striding his way to the dead center of the skyjack, his hopes for who would appear high. He concealed his intents and thoughts with his calm stride, staring anyone down who would dare steal a glimpse of him. Vos felt a little frustrated with something, he didn't know what, but he just felt a wave of small anger. The feeling was completely spontaneous, and explanation for such a feeling wasn't something Vos could think up of. Halting entirely now, Vos waited. It was the only thing he could do now. Of course, in case the particular person who had com-linked him was here, he had brought gifts and good tidings. He would be able to boast about a few things the others couldn't, though he would not dare. Dignity was a strange thing when it came to talking in front of leaders or respected officials. Vos knew he couldn't afford to reveal some of his....more mischievous and lofty moods.
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Tesarus
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Post by Tesarus on Apr 23, 2015 7:43:01 GMT
Tesarus entered the Skydeck looking over the land below. The towering mech glanced over the bots in the deck with him instantly noticing Vos. The smaller mech of the group was probable the most dangerous. Well in Tesarus's mind, for the mech may be smaller but he uses his speed and critical thinking like no other. The giant moved across the room after nodding at Vos, and stopped near the open bay. He looked down and over the open air letting the view take all his vision. He had brought the T-cog of the Autobots Prime to give to Tarn as a "gift". He didnt really care what Tarn thought of the gift but he wanted to give it to him anyways, why? Tesarus didnt know.
He folded his servos behind his back and gazed into the air and land, this earths build was very interesting to him. Its water mountains and weather were all new and strange but Tesarus found them likable. Rain felt quite nice as it splatted against armor and slipped down his body, and lighting, this form of power was very fascinating to Tesarus. He had wondered why it was only when the skies rained but then after he dug around on the intel computers he learned about weather patterns. As his mind wandered Tesaurs ignored the Vehicons working around him,and any other mech that walked by. For he was in his "world" and he enjoyed his world.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 10:21:11 GMT
Arriving at the door outside, Helex transformed. The door slid open for the walking smelting pool, and out he stepped into the rain.
"Ugh," he thought. He hated it. Liquid water seeped every which way in between even the smallest gaps in his armour and splattered all over his optics, forcing him to blink them away. How could he torture someone properly in this weather? And this just doesn't make any sense, how could a liquid be falling from the sky? Last he checked, the sky was made of a gas. Plus, it distorts the view of people melting in his chest, and that is half the fun in his job.
Seeing Vos and Tess, he walked over to them, taking out a T-Cog from his subspace. A "welcome back" gift for Tarn.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Apr 26, 2015 20:13:39 GMT
The rain. Kaon didn't really like the rain but he didn't dislike it either. What he did like, was the thunder... the lightning. His coils made him a natural attraction for it, and he welcomed the extra charge as his generator absorbed the crackling energy. He looked around, and noticed his comrades, a small smirk on his faceplate. Tarn would be here soon and that was great, soon the DJD family would be back together.
A family of torturers, psychopaths and murderers.
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The Pet
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Post by The Pet on Apr 29, 2015 19:47:06 GMT
The Pet followed its master, the metallic fiber leash trailing behind her. The leash was almost never used, only used by Helex, Tarn, Vos, or Tesarus to control and restrain her, usually for intimidation purposes or for its actual function. But virtually never used by Kaon, as The Pet always did as her master said, though a bit gruesome maybe, but that was how it was desired.
Smells. Familiar. Friends. Master.
The Pet bounded to Kaon, standing beside him as she smelled the familiar scents of Tesarus, Vos, and Helex. The rain pattered against her form as the turbofox looked to her master, like a dog would when led to a new place.
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Vos
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Post by Vos on May 7, 2015 8:21:22 GMT
The Pet followed its master, the metallic fiber leash trailing behind her. The leash was almost never used, only used by Helex, Tarn, Vos, or Tesarus to control and restrain her, usually for intimidation purposes or for its actual function. But virtually never used by Kaon, as The Pet always did as her master said, though a bit gruesome maybe, but that was how it was desired. Smells. Familiar. Friends. Master.The Pet bounded to Kaon, standing beside him as she smelled the familiar scents of Tesarus, Vos, and Helex. The rain pattered against her form as the turbofox looked to her master, like a dog would when led to a new place. The sound of all the members clanking their way up silently and without word, like demons snaking their way from the bowels of their prison, Vos didn't need to look behind him to know who had gathered. it was nice to be back together, but so far Tarn had not shown his masked faceplate. it was a shame, because Vos felt like it had been an hour. But Vos knew that he and all other members would not budge until they were absolutely certain Tarn wasn't coming. it was their strong faith in their leader, he believed, and the fact that they longed to be a family again, without their bratty little nephew, who had come to believe himself to be so high and mighty at this point.
IN his subspace Vos held little gifts for quite a few members, and he waited for Tarn to arrive before he discussed such little gifts he had. Vos couldn't wait to share his inventory, since what was within would truly give the DJD an extra edge, should the members except the presents. It was the muffled snarls and dripping of drool that aroused Vos's attention and even glance towards the DJD's spark eater, The Pet. Vos never knew why Kaon did not give the pet a name, she deserved one as much as any of them, even though 'The Pet' was a fitting title. Vos had always believed that The p[et could use a more...real name then 'Spark eater', 'Spark Chomper', or whatever. The thin mech eyed the deranged turbo-fox thoughtfully, as he rubbed his fingers together so that the dog's sensitive hearing would pick up. Vos was not big on dogs, but he hadn't seen the Pet in years, and he wanted to see if it was willing to except attention form him.
The mech's hollow red optics faced the dog, as Vos resisted the urge to give the Pet a whistle. if she did come though...Vos had a little treat for her too. The only member of the gang missing was Nickel now. Oh, the little femme that could manage things made Vos feel quite secure, knowing he had someone actually looking out for him who wasn't bigger then him, and someone he he could have a good chat with.
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The Pet
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Post by The Pet on May 7, 2015 14:25:14 GMT
Noise, noise. Mask-man makes noise.
The Pet walked to Vos, wondering if he had called her. Why else would he make the noise? Either way, she was glad to see her old friends. The one who had called her always made the most delightful screams of his prisoners, which the pet thought was the main goal, and thus tried it's best to procure them. Oh how long since it had been on a hunt. But, the friends and masters only gathered like this for a hunt. So things were looking up.
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Vos
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Post by Vos on May 8, 2015 13:28:28 GMT
Vos stroked the pet with the back side of his servo, as to prevent himself from scratching the beast in any way, since all of his fingers were razor sharp, meant for...his more exciting indulgences. Vos indeed liked keeping his patients screaming, and had recently forced Astrinal to not only wear his face, but he had experienced a long-term fun with ripping her insides out with his bare hands. Ah, the fun of how she had held her ground; so determined to live, to go on, swearing vengeance and all that frag that all Autobots did when they got hurt.
It had been cliche, but entertaining nonetheless. Vos had recently heard of how Taggon, the femme's lieutenant had snuck aboard and so stealthily taken her body...but he did not know why or what the mech had been intending with the body. All he cared about was watching Taggon eventually find his way into Helex's tank, and then Tesarus's chest, and maybe depending on how Tarn would have it, have a little conference with the head guy. Vos didn't care, either way, as long as he was given plenty of opportunity to play with his toy. Speaking of toys...
Vos kept petting the Pet, gently, with one servo, before he reached into his belt, and slide out a fuel pump still a little fresh from a victim, soaked in energon and even having some of the liquid inside. Vos offered the pump to the Spark Eater by placing it infant of the dog's nostrils encouragingly, the item held in Vos's open palm as he kept stroking the turbo fox, waiting for the fox to eat up the energon rich treat.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 1:24:08 GMT
(( Sorry, guys. Life happened. I'll come up with a reply and post tomorrow. Thank ya'll for your patience durin' this time. ))
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Post by Taggon on May 9, 2015 14:30:28 GMT
((No worries Tarn, you're worth it. And I'm pretty sure word got to everyone that you had some real life complications. Completely understandable though.))
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Vampyricon
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Post by Vampyricon on May 9, 2015 14:49:53 GMT
[Not everyone ]
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 16:23:51 GMT
Tarn had been awaiting his team, but, as he expected, they arrived just as promptly as he had called them. Still, there was some level of disappointment with just how they trudged themselves along. They were separated, one by one arriving at different times. What had caused the band to be in different locations? Tarn had told them to always be mindful and diligent with keeping together. They were few- a set of five ruthless cleaners for the Decepticons- and even though exceptional at their job they still had limitations and should the right hit come they could be annihilated. That was why they never separated, never disbanded and stuck together like glue.
But, Tarn supposed it was his fault for that since he had left and pretty much had them running their own show. He was disappointed in reports, but there was time for that matter to be addressed later. For now it was time to reacquaint himself with his crew.
Standing on the furthest end of the skydeck, off to the shadows, Tarn slowly emerged with his servos locked together behind his back. He moved slowly, staring the four down - five with the adorable little pet tagging along- and looked them over. They were WRECKS! The closer he got, the more unkempt they looked. Really, they couldn't even maintain themselves if he were not riding their afts to keep things moving like a well oiled machine?
"My beloved DJD, how I have missed your company." He looked to the ones holding T-Cogs and his optics lowered behind his faceplate. So, they had brought gifts? Once more he looked them over, catching their optics. "I expect that you all have kept up with performance reports in my absence, yes? I do expect those at some point this cycle. For now, it seems I have to get everyone in order. What has been happening while I was away?"
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