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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 17:28:47 GMT
"And look at this mess," Nickel wheels over to The Pet, lifting up a huge, deadly paw with razor-sharp talons, using two hands, "Look at it! For shame, Pet! Look at all the clumpy, dried Energon stains! What do you leave them there for; a little after-hours snack? And if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, that it's not enough to just sharpen your claws on traitors and Autobots! You have to do it properly."
She pulls out a whirring blade-sharpener and uses it briskly on the talons.
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Post by The Pet on May 21, 2015 17:50:04 GMT
The Pet didn't understand most of Nickel's words, but when she picked up her claw, the general message was understood. What was wrong with her claws? They were sharp. The Pet squirmed a bit trying to release herself from Nickel's grasp, fearing whatever Nickel was doing to them. Master may not like her as much if she wasn't as deadly.. The Pet liked Nickel, but she also liked her claws. People feared her claws, yet Nickel seemed okay with it. Both The Pet's tail and the odd clawed sparkeater tentacle on her back swayed back and forth unconsciously.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 17:58:09 GMT
Nickel isn't making The Pet less deadly. In fact, with her blade sharpener she's sharpening the claws properly and straightening them, making them even more deadly.
"And wipe that smug look off your face, Kaon," she adds, half-looking at him, "Oh yes, you think you're off the hook. But I bet you've been too busy trying to spell the names on The List correctly to calibrate those tesla coils to a just-below-lethal voltage."
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Post by CS-Stormgear on May 26, 2015 8:13:32 GMT
The light penetrating the inner maintenance shafts were almost satisfying, hence hinting to Stormgear that beyond wasn't another room or tunnel. crawling through the metal tunnels, despite her size, was all but fun- it was agonizing. Knowing someone could find her in an instant, and be utterly screwed the next, was something that anyone would worry about- especially being an escaped prisoner. 'A prisoner from the Max Security Wing- which makes it worse.' she thought. Stopping a few feet from the exit, Stormgear peaked through the grids, trying to get a good visual of what she'd be facing. Instantly, she saw two boxes, which were the closest things to her. And beyond that, barely visible in between, was a tall figure in black and purple. The others- about five or so- were a bit fuzzy from her position. two larger forms, another blue one- a maroonish one- and smaller one. Stormgear instantly tabbed it as something to investigate.
'I'm not suppose to be playing spy, I'm suppose to be getting off the ship!' she thought. 'Ugh, I suppose a peak wouldn't hurt..'
Creeping out of the shaft, and closing the cover like she'd found it, Stormgear fixed her position behind the boxes just well enough to see the group. They were a good distance away, possibly sniping range if she wanted to. But shooting and killing was out of the question. 'Just a peak, that is it!'
Fitting one cyan blue optic within the crack, tension and slight agitation filled her own spark. There they were, all five of them.. The DJD. Stormgear herself had some bad- times with the group of sadists. She knew some people who were on the List, such as Astrinal and Taggon. And even worse, she was dating a particular mech- who unfortunately was the son of Kaon. The alarm in Stormgear's processor began to grow, which it began to feed the urge to leave stronger. turning her helm to the right, she spotted a small group of ships. Well, when she meant by group, she meant various drop ships lined up to make a terrifying labyrinth.
Stormgear rushed through what her little plan was: find a particular item, stay undetected, and unfold with her last part of the plan. Super freakin' easy, if the 'cons kept out of the way. Her confidence in the last part were slim to none, but she figured it would be easier than hacking a ground bridge terminal. Turning her helm towards the group of mechs, the only potential threat of being spotted, or even being detected- was Tarn and Vos. The two of them were facing each other, with Tarn's back to her makeshift cover. She figured- due to lack of size- that Vos wouldn't be able to see over him, or better yet past him. So with these examinations, Stormgear krept low behind her small fort of boxes, and continued towards the ships- where she'd possibly hide herself once more.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on May 28, 2015 23:00:20 GMT
Kaon turned his head to Nickel, a small scraping and reluctant groan of metal from his neck joint as he did. The mech didn't respond, just spark a ball of electricity in his right servo. Stormgear made an assumption, an assumption that was wrong. True, Kaon couldn't see her... but he could feel her so to speak. He was like a shark, capable of detecting electrical activity in the brain, or in this case the processor... and everywhere else on or in Stormgear that emitted energy. This was a useful trick on planets where scanners didn't work to find targets, or just confirmed where the target was since you couldn't always trust that kind of tech. He felt the disturbance, and looked down at the Pet of whom he stroked, kneeling down next to her to see if she too felt the disturbance or scent in the air that was Stormgear's presence.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 1:27:00 GMT
"Oh, no, you're not glaring at me like that," Nickel wagged a finger, then it sank in.
"You're not glaring at me at all, are you?"
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on May 29, 2015 13:44:23 GMT
Kaon glanced at the pet, and then up at Nickel, slowly rising. "There's someone here." The mech said bluntly. "Someone here who doesn't want to be seen." He continued as he looked around the deck, his coils sparking with his excitement for the thrill of the hunt. "And I think I know where they are..."
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Post by Vos on Jun 1, 2015 8:04:38 GMT
((Posting on request of Astrinal and Nickel here, sorry Tarn.))
Vos noticed the sudden arrival of Nickel. The instant it occurred, Vos instinctively straightened out even more. For Tarn he had not stood crooked at all, but now that Nickel was here, he would have to be much better, or else. Nickel was a femme who could get Vos on edge, despite how she was smaller than him. His hollow Red optics glanced to Tarn as if to warn him of her arrival quickly before he stiffened. Vos started counting down from a mental checklist as quickly as he could; his face-spikes were cleaned, his armor was not energon stained, his claws were sharp and polished, his belt was in good shape. He had nothing to worry about. To his silent horror, Vos realized he hadn't cleaned up his room in ages. Vos knew he could pray she wouldn't bring it up, that she would just over look him and know he had been a good boy, but he knew it would never be like that. Nickel would somehow look dead into his hollow optics and dig into his eyeless ones, demanding things of him like a machine gun, shooting one question after another at him. In the long run, it didn't matter how badly he behaved. She would find something.
But to act politely was key, if he was naughty he would really get it. Vos never could figure out why or how, but Nickel had a way of roaring at him like a full grown Tyrannosaurus, making him feel puny. Vos would have to cooperate with her, she did have her upsides, but when he poked at her downsides, or to be specific when the others did he was amused at the results as long as he knew they wouldn't happen to him. As he focused on dusting himself off and looking a tad more decent, even though he had gone through similar processes for Tarn, he would have to look like he was doing something for Nickel, so that it looked like he respected her. Out of the corner of his optic he caught small movement. Vos believed it was just him when he recalled the reports in the com-lines about escaping prisoners rushing through the Decepticon frequencies. So Vos fixed his servos behind his back, acting like he had not seen anything, before subtly walking over to the edge of the ship, where he could see where he had seen the movement more clearly. Nothing was there. Had it been an illusion? Vos couldn't be sure, but he would just have to make sure...Vos adjusted the vision setting of his mask to heat-signatures, and there she was. A small little life form, ducking below the boxes. How about that. Vos subtly kept walking to the side, until he would get a clear angle on Stormgear, where he would see her, and when she was in sight---he would plan to shoot at her.
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Post by The Pet on Jun 1, 2015 14:03:31 GMT
The Pet smelled something, someone. She looked to Kaon, seeing his coils spark with electricity. Yes, there was definitely someone here that shouldn't be. The Sparkeater slowly sniffed at the ground, picking up Stormgear's young scent. The Pet had been raised to hunt, to kill, and she could definitely do so. Master had even looked at her, so maybe he wanted her to do something. The Pet looked to her master, then to the boxes from which Stormgear was hiding behind, waiting to be told to advance. Her powerful ears twitched lightly, attempting to hear her to confirm her location, even though she could smell her. But Stormgear didn't make much noise, which made it harder. The single tentacle on her back gained from her transformation into Sparkeater moved back and forth, like it was a tail and not an appendage.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Jun 1, 2015 14:43:34 GMT
Kaon glanced at the pet and then at Vos, nodding to his comrade. The mech then began to step forward, towards the crates and crouched, until he was on the other side of the crates, staying out of her view. He slid a servo under the crate that he was behind, and that he was sure she was too. With his servo in place, he moved his other one up so that it was next to his torso, facing forward. Quickly, he flipped the box up, standing as he did so to give it more height, and in the gap where the crate once was, shot forth as much electricity as he could from the positioned servo, sending electricity straight at the ground with so much energy it traveled to the nearby crates and along the ground where Stormgear was, most likely giving her a large electrical shock, possibly locking up her motors.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Jun 1, 2015 15:14:41 GMT
Stormgear plotted where she would place her portals, pinpointing a direct shot behind one of the ships. Moments before she had been revealed, Stormgear had summoned the portal and prepared herself. Stormgear hadn't heard Kaon until it was to late, hearing the crackling of electricity from his coils. Going against Kaon's normal calculations, his electricity did nothing. Stormgear, like Kaon, had electrical manipulation as well. And, unfortunately, she to had electrical resistance. For a split second, Stormgear could see The Pet and Vos, which instantly alarmed her. She would be outnumbered if she hanged around, which wasn't something she needed. Stormgear threw herself through the portal, and only to climb out on the other side and run for her life. 'Get into a ship, hide in the ship, take off with the ship' was the only thing that leaped through her helm. 'Run. Run. Don't look back.'
Within a few seconds, Stormgear found a ship with it's door open, which she charged for it and instantly turned to the door. Stormgear's servos shaked as they began to enter commands, taking her a minute to understand the Decepticon acronyms. Then, solving it quickly, she proceeded to close the door. "Come on- Come on- Speed it up." she grumbled. The door moved at a crawl, though enough to make it close within 30 seconds. Stormgear began to type various commands in the consoles, attempting to make the door close faster.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 19:53:25 GMT
Nickel was no fighter. The little femme had no weapons beyond those utilised by a medic or a mechanic. There was no point her chasing after Stormgear, but she saw where the femme ran to.
"Yeah, you had better run!" she shouted after Stormgear, pointing at the ship she was running into, "My boys will take you apart, starting with your T-Cog!"
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Jun 1, 2015 21:59:32 GMT
Stormgear was a fool. A fool to leave her portals open behind her.
Kaon leapt down into it, laning in the hangar, spotting the ship with a slowly closing door and Stormgear in the cockpit. Could she be any more foolish? A quick electric blast to the door's mechanisms, and it was stopped in it's tracks, along with the command console that Storm was using, thanks to a follow up bolt shot through the gap in the door. The ship was going nowhere now, not for a while, as was Stormgear. Kaon took a device off of his hip, a device designed to deal with Skyspray, but his girlfriend would be a valuable test subject. He throw the device through the crack in the door, and soon it's purpose was revealed.
It was a grenade.
But not a normal grenade, oh no, when it exploded, and it did in a few seconds of landing, it exploded into rapidly expanding foam that would surround and trap the target, in this case, Stormgear. The foam would spread through the cockpit in mere seconds, before stopping at the door. Stormgear would quite highly likely get trapped. But this wasn't any foam designed to just hold them in place, nope, not this grenade. It emitted a smell, one that drove those who inhaled it into unconsciousness, and just like everything else with this grenade, that would probably be Stormgear.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 23:08:31 GMT
( Return from bein' away to see everyone carryin' on. So... carry on. )
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Post by Taggon on Jun 1, 2015 23:12:06 GMT
((Well, a few people said you wouldn't be back for a while, and as my OOC post indicates, I was sorta asked twice to post. I am not saying its their fault, but I got convinced you weren't coming back for a while longer, and that Vos needed to act. However, I did wait for Jazz to respond back in the brig.))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 23:36:07 GMT
"And you, Tarn!" Nickel turns to the tattooed mech who hulks over her, and crabs him by the chest to pull him a little, "Tell me... how many T-Cogs have you wasted in my absence? They aren't easy to replace, you know! I bet you've made a real mess of your socket with haphazard replacements!"
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Post by Vos on Jun 2, 2015 15:09:25 GMT
It seemed that he was correct about who the victim was when it came to her escaping, and that his comrades were on top of getting to her. Vos would have made it his effort to leap through the portal, but Kaon had reacted sooner, and thus he had gone through and planted his device. Vos was not one to discover what his brothers had been up to if they were smirking as they gave their new toy a whirl on an Autobot. So Vos just placed his pistol back in it's holster, patiently waiting for the outcome of Kaon's little trick as he circled around the place carefully, waiting for another portal to open up, or for the little femme to jump out of the ship somehow. he paid special close attention to areas of potential escape, such as the windows, the cock-pit, or hatch where she could make a quick dash.
Vos wondered if the ship itself had any seats which could cause the pilot's chair to eject out of the canopy, if so, it would be most unfortunate. Though Stormgear wasn't on the List, she was still a valuable play thing. Though this time around, it would seem Kaon was making his move to play with her. Vos supposed from last time Kaon had taken charge of torturing the femme, that he had enjoyed to the extent where he would do it again. So, it left the question, how was Vos going to help? Simple. Vos activated the bit of his installed consciousness within Stormgear, as to stun her possibly with dread, or cause her to make a foolish move.
'Foolish little femme. First you think you can simply walk around the Nemesis. I must inquire; if you are so smart in that little processor of yours, is this truly all the strategy you had to your little get-away?' Vos's voice would echo in Stormgear's mind as she possibly blacked out, 'The amusing part about you is that you have a little gadget which brings you back to life. I always enjoyed it when my victims came back for seconds, but thirds? This shall be...entertaining.'
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Jun 8, 2015 16:02:08 GMT
Going against what Kaon believed, Stormgear was never trapped, or so easily taken. Though the cogs and controls were fired, the manual levers and drives weren't so easily destroy. At the same time the grenade exploded, Stormgear lunged backwards, jumping over the back of the seat and pulling a red lever reading 'emergency boost' on the side. The seat would then launch off it's single support, and launching itself through the glass windshield. While in mid flight, Stormgear nearly found the time to kick off the chair, hence hitting the roof of another shuttle. With her escape so slim on time, Kaon would find himself stuck in his own trap.
Knowing the other DJD members were lingering nearby, and primus knew whatelse, Stormgear stood up and began running in the opposite direction of Kaon's shuttle, making her way to the only place safe- no matter how horrid it was: The side of the Nemesis. What made her thing such a section so safe was beyond her, but it was better than sticking around.
Dropping down from the shuttle's roofs, and out of any gunfire's optical range, Stormgear made a swift stop inside a shuttle and snatched particular item, before she left as soon as she came. In her servos was a parachute, or some form of item. She then began running forward, seeing the edge of the Nemesis. According to her calculations, it'd take her about 200 meters to get to the edge.
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Suddenly, Stormgear stopped, instantly seeing something that would- well- change things. Wasn't the Nemesis orbiting Mars?! The thought instantly made her change objective, hence taking a swift turn into the nearest dropship. This time, the cogs on the door hinges moved faster, making it easier for Storm to not have surprise visitors.
Stormgear swung herself into the pilot's chair, hence grabbing the joystick and pressing one or two button. Stormgear didn't really know what she was doing, but she had a good idea of what she thought someone would do. Then, the ship had jolted, indicating that maybe she'd done something right. So, slowly, She pulled up on the joystick. And, to her shock, the ship moved.
'Let's go home.' she thought. 'Well, if nobody gets in my bloody way..'
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 13:46:12 GMT
"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). Yeah, I'm a con... I almost forgot it, is that a sin?
I hope this good results. Also, if you need anything, just tell me, I know I'm not the strongest or the toughest, but at least I can try.
Evo would feel a little intimidated by the femme's words, but she's right. First, he had to remember that he was just a tool created to destroy. Second, if he wanted to be stronger, he would have to leave the outside world. OK.... let go, miss TitannaHe walks slowly towards the green vortex. His legs shakes for some seconds before passing through the portal.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Jun 25, 2015 21:09:48 GMT
At that point, Kaon stopped and stood still. They had already made a good enough display of effort to stop Stormgear, and it seemed pretty obvious they wanted her back in prison. But an idea formed in Kaon's head, something larger than Stormgear, something to attack the mech she loves, Kaon's son, Skyspray. But for that plan to flourish, to blossom, Stormgear needed to run away, scamper back to the Autobots, and so he did nothing to halt her escape.
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