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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 1:45:48 GMT
Nickel returns to the Skydeck.
"Vos! Kaon!" she barks sharply, hands on her hips, "Helex! Tesarus! Pet!"
She wheels up to them.
"It's time to stop this slopping about and get yourselves together. Tarn will need your help if he's ever going to get this little band in line, because Prion knows you're doing nothing productive alone. Quick March now, we're going to have a little meeting in his room!"
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Post by Vos on Jul 6, 2015 3:36:05 GMT
((Just telling you, the guy who plays Tesarus is on a vacation. He won't be back until around August or September.))
Vos had already started for the door to his own quarters. Today had been rather boring, despite how someone escaped. Perhaps he and kaon had underestimated the little wench. Then again, perhaps Kaon was simply used to capturing larger and less intelligent targets. There was plenty of hard work in retrieving Skrspray, but when it came to retrieving opponents such as Astrinal, Stormgear, or any other agile and quick-witted opponents, one had to be just as good, if not better. Vos wasn't ashamed of Kaon at all, nor was he unimpressed, but simply at a monotonous peace. Stormgear could be captured again later. The femme actually was captured, she didn't know it yet. All Vos would have to do is make sure the Vos planted in Stormgear would wake up and take to her more often. As he thought these little things, Nickel came bursting through another entrance, shouting at his bothers to gather up.
Vos stiffened before quickening his pace through the halls which he had just entered. Nickel and Tarn wanted them all, and slow obedience was no obedience. In the meantime, Vos was keen as to make sure he would navigate through all the shortcuts to Tarn's room he could. So focused on arriving to his destination he never realized how his counter parts began to wake up, finding themselves locked on the same intention...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 23:35:14 GMT
That fight was... Interesting. Almost entirely one-sided with practically no retaliation from the Listed, which is really sad, actually. It isn't that fun if they don't fight back.
Anyway, the fight has ended now, and since Tarn calls, Helex transformed and started the trek towards Tarn's temporary quarters.
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Post by Raiza on Jul 10, 2015 13:59:53 GMT
A jet flew by near the Nemesis as it made it's way to the Skydeck. Making a flip, it transforms to reveal a silver femme as she landed with a thud.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jul 10, 2015 14:51:13 GMT
Airwatcher had followed this silver femme, deciding that she had a place in mind to calm down about things. Recently, life hadn't been the kindest to Airwatcher, but at least he'd been able to survive through things. As Airwatcher landed with a clank, transforming himself onto the Skydeck of the large ship, he arched his optic ridges. So this was the Nemesis. Silvershot had known it's location well enough to fly to it, or maybe skip through ground bridge and then fly to it.
The dark olive green seeker walked quietly aboard the Nemesis, approaching Silvershot casually. For the sake of safety, Airwatcher's helmet began to shift over his faceplate, his visor locking over his optics, and his two lower jaw fins folding out and extending from the back of his chin. Some would say they looked like tusks from the side, but really, they were thin like wings, and only really used to give Airwatcher's battle mask signature sleek and sharp look. The seeker himself was clearly built for speed, his body parts gracefully put together, he was obviously a mech, yet he was a thin and agile-looking one. he had very little bulk on his chassis, and made absolutely no noise despite some sense heaviness as the twenty six foot seeker walked over to be beside the curvy silver femme.
Airwatcher went as far as to wonder if she was perhaps a little angry at him still, but he just ex-vented before he quietly before unobscuring a cloak and hood from his subspace, and placing it over his body. It was just in case...though no one had ever met him before on this ship, save Silvershot.
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Post by Raiza on Jul 10, 2015 15:03:22 GMT
Silvershot looked around on the skydeck as she noticed a clank behind her. Before taking another step, she turned around to face the newcomer.
"So, you were a spy without telling me, huh?"
She asked him casually as she went to the edge of the deck to look over the edge.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jul 10, 2015 15:13:31 GMT
Airwatcher joined the femme, leaning down over the edge as well, looking below them. For his optics, despite the vast scenery, there wasn't much to see. it would take a few minutes or seconds for him to slap on a mask and swing back into a normal mood, but he could be a chameleon when it came to personalities or appearances, so it wouldn't be much of a problem. Or shouldn't. Airwatcher laced his finger together and nodded,
"Pretty much. Well, I left you some hints, but other than that, you didn't have to know. Plus, I would have been given better cover if I got honest reactions. Which, I did." Airwatcher managed to say casually. Luckily for them, they were at the very edge of the Nemesis, just out of reach of the audio recorders of the security on board. As far as the most-likely-fallen asleep soldiers were concerned, Airwatcher and Silvershot were mumbling a few things to each other. And considering Airwatcher said it in a low tone, not many others would. He did give her a warning glance however, as if to tell her talking on the matter too much would mean trouble for soldiers who hadn't known about the op.
"In the meantime, what have you been up to? Besides hunting Vaqus down."
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Post by Silvershot on Jul 10, 2015 15:19:40 GMT
Silvershot looked at him as he spoke. As disappointed she was at him for not being honest with her, she had admitted that both of them have been lying to each other. It felt like a relationship gone wrong. Hunting each other until one of them is dead.
"You left me a couple of hints. Even though, you still didn't play fair and tell me exactly what you were doing", she said back to him in her usual casual mood while crossing her arms across her chest.
"What have I been doing? Mourning for your return of course", she answered as if it was obvious.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jul 10, 2015 15:30:59 GMT
((GTG after this post.))
"Well..."
Airwatcher raised his brows behind his mask as he glanced at her from behind it. She seemed to be innocent with him still, and her words were actually a bit surprising. Well, in life, as things went on everything wasn't in black and white. he supposed that things just got into shades of grey depending on how things went on. So he just resumed his stare into the darkness below the Nemesis after glancing at her. Or that was where his visor was facing. his actual optics were still fixed on her, to attempt to see what was on her mind.
"Mourning for my return huh? It got that bad for you?" Airwatcher asked, though he knew the answer from her solemn face display, "You'd think making yourself some friends would be easy. Take your faceplate for example: when I met you, I was surprised to learn that you didn't have at least two admirers sticking around from the side-lines." Airwatcher mused somewhat jokingly. He was secretly touched by how she had been mourning for him, but he did have to admit he was surprised she didn't seem to have any other friends. Or maybe she had friends or partners, but she just wouldn't let them become actual full-time friends since they wouldn't cut it or something.
"Assuming you haven't already tried doing something like that that is." Airwatcher shrugged.
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Post by Silvershot on Jul 11, 2015 21:14:30 GMT
"Air, every time I make a friend, they know when to run. Even with my guns. It's still the same", she told him before turning away from the edge and taking out her pistol. She cocked it as she looked in the barrels that were at least half loaded. "I'm on my own now. Ever since Thunderbolt disappeared, I'm done with friends", she closed it and put it back in the holster on her high leg. "For you? Our friendship was different. I'm the one who flirted with you to like me. Now that I've said it, you probably won't approve it", she said as she turned away from him and looked up at the sky. "But, in honest terms, do you truly love me?"
It pained her to say this but it was the truth. She flirted with him to like her. Manipulated him. Now she really felt guilty for what she said as she thought it over. All of a sudden, the twenty five foot femme fell on her knees forward before sitting on them. Her spark would probably break if he made a reaction of anger at her. "If you're angry with me, go ahead and hit me. I'm hard to damage", she said to him as she waited.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jul 12, 2015 11:16:50 GMT
Airwatcher raised his optic ridges in surprise as Silvershot went to her knees, confessing how she had flirted with him in the first case to start a relationship. She asked him with aqua optics locked onto him, if he truly did hold a deep regard for her. At first, Airwatcher didn’t know what to say. So this was the dark little thing (or at least one of them) that had been gnawing away at her in the back of her helm? Memories washed over Airwatcher, times when she acted embarrassed before telling him she loved him, her teaching him what love was and her very shyly asking if he felt the same. As he analyzed the situation, he found that yes, she had played with him in the past, though only a small bit. When it all came down to it, she had just wanted a friend, from what she told him, she hadn’t been able to get a real friend up until she met him. As a result of his cluelessness back then, and how he decided she could be his friend, she had slowly succumbed a deeper emotion that was more than just comradeship. Or that was his diagnosis of it all.
“Silvershot,” Airwatcher said calmly, as he knelt down so that they were optic level, “While it’s true that you did flirt so that I would like you, and you weren’t completely honest in that sense…” Airwatcher paused, “It is also very true that you wanted a friend that badly, and that with Raiza (no offense to her) being your only example for a while, and seeing her method proving to be successful, you gave it a shot.” Airwatcher paused, still looking into the aqua blue optics which wanted an answer badly.
“Yes, you flirted with me and in hindsight you toyed with me just a tad here and there—but that couldn’t matter less. You’ve always been there, you’ve always made sure I pulled through whatever trying time whether someone was trying to rip me into pieces or when I had lost a brother. You helped, you stayed, and you cared. If you didn’t truly care about me, then I’d be dead. You’ve saved my life several times without hesitating, and that speaks volumes to me.” Airwatcher said to her. With that, Airwatcher offered his servo to her, smiling some at her.
“Is there anything else that’s bothering you Silv’?” Airwatcher asked, pondering on what else could be on the femme’s mind. He himself secretly wished that Thunderbolt were still around just to be company for his girl. Not to mention—maybe talk some sense into their old Sergeant. Still, it was times like these that Airwatcher was glad he was around.
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Post by Silvershot on Jul 13, 2015 22:32:15 GMT
Silvershot listened to him before she took her aqua blue optics away from his glare. She looked to the side as she heard him say that she played him and that she was not being honest. Silvershot even noticed that all of his words were being said with calmness. That surprised her.
"So, you don't care that I played you? You don't even mind it?", she asked him with a dumbfounded voice. She kept listening to him as she heard him talk about how much that she cared about him. "Of course I do. I couldn't just sit back and watch my comrade die before my own two optics. I held it for a long time, Air. I hold a deep regard for you and the first time that you were taken from me? All I felt was pain. And anger. It just wasn't me", she added slowly before her voice began to tremble as she reached for his servo and held it, gently.
She then shook her head when he asked her if anything else was bothering her. There wasn't. It was just this that was invading her processor.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jul 14, 2015 10:53:39 GMT
She was a little alarmed at how he reacted, but Airwatcher knew she might be. Again she asked if he was really okay. Having a little self-doubt today are we Silvershot? Airwatcher quietly asked her in his mind. He wasn’t going to let her go now. Not ever. Airwatcher rubbed the top of the quivering servo that lay in his reassuringly with his thumb,
“You got yourself a friend back then either way Silvershot.” He said to her, helping her get up to her feet by guiding her upwards with the servo he held, and with a servo that came around to support her back plating. He let the same servo that had assisted held her backplating slip to his side. He kept his steady gaze on her without displaying any signs of resentment. He really had none for her in the first place.
“And as time went on, as you showed that you wanted that relationship to expand into something else, I found myself unable to agree more with that decision.” Airwatcher told her. He kept holding her servo, still receiving readings of uncertainty from her. As if something in her was just too unsure after something. he had been gone a while—though Airwatcher could see that Silvershot had not only acknowledged that, but was judging herself for her past actions. Just the fact that she was honest enough to do that made her seem more likeable. Still—Airwatcher hoped that she wouldn’t do anything too harsh with herself.
“I’m forgiving you Silvershot. The only one who hasn’t cut you any slack is yourself. Just relax.”
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 15, 2015 4:03:10 GMT
A Ground-Bridge opens not meters away, and Breech Loader flies through, transforming and dropping to her feet.
"Damn hypocritical Autobots!"
She kicks a box.
"Stupid treacherous Decepticons!"
She punches a wall.
"Yeah, real thoughtful, real friendly, we just love being the head of your fragging humiliation congas!"
She slumps to sit on the metal, then looks up at Airwatcher and Silvershot. Hotwire tries to calm her, but the second voice is getting weaker and weaker, lately.
"Hey, at least they're happy."
"Oh, shut up. They're probably gearing up for some jerkishness even as we speak! Listen to all the smarm! She's just doing that to get him telling her it's okay to do whatever she's been doing lately!"
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Post by Silvershot on Jul 15, 2015 19:47:19 GMT
She was a little alarmed at how he reacted, but Airwatcher knew she might be. Again she asked if he was really okay. Having a little self-doubt today are we Silvershot? Airwatcher quietly asked her in his mind. He wasn’t going to let her go now. Not ever. Airwatcher rubbed the top of the quivering servo that lay in his reassuringly with his thumb,
“You got yourself a friend back then either way Silvershot.” He said to her, helping her get up to her feet by guiding her upwards with the servo he held, and with a servo that came around to support her back plating. He let the same servo that had assisted held her backplating slip to his side. He kept his steady gaze on her without displaying any signs of resentment. He really had none for her in the first place.
“And as time went on, as you showed that you wanted that relationship to expand into something else, I found myself unable to agree more with that decision.” Airwatcher told her. He kept holding her servo, still receiving readings of uncertainty from her. As if something in her was just too unsure after something. he had been gone a while—though Airwatcher could see that Silvershot had not only acknowledged that, but was judging herself for her past actions. Just the fact that she was honest enough to do that made her seem more likeable. Still—Airwatcher hoped that she wouldn’t do anything too harsh with herself.
“I’m forgiving you Silvershot. The only one who hasn’t cut you any slack is yourself. Just relax.” Silvershot allowed herself to stand as she was guided upwards by her soon-to-be-sparkmate. She felt his grip on her back and she didn't mind the touch as he laid it there. She looked up at him to look into his lime green optics. She then heard him say that he wouldn't mind expanding their relationship.
"Really? You would do that for me?", she asked him to make sure that his words were all but truth. She kept looking into his optics as she listened to him. "Thank you", she said softly before giving him a hug gently, wrapping her hands around his neck.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jul 16, 2015 2:57:56 GMT
"You're very welcome." Airwatcher said with an easing tone in his voice. Silvershot found her way to his own optics, or where his optics were behind his visor, since she knew him well enough that she could tell where his optics were. Yes, get-together time was well under way. Airwatcher couldn't help but here the murmurings of two voices directly behind him, and the faint clanking of someone walking. The Skydeck, in all honesty, was not a private place. Then again, it wasn't like Airwatcher had walked up to Silvershot and held up a list of times and places to show extra affection. Whoever was muttering about Decepticons and Autobots would have to wait, since as of now his main focus was on Silvershot. He would tend to that person in a minute though...
Airwatcher never glanced the direction of the two others, instead he just kept his visor's gaze upon Silvershot, tensing at first when she put her servos around his neck. The neck was an ideal place to choke someone...this was Silvershot, but war had taught Airwatcher to not let too many people who had weapons handy touch that area. He wasn't sure what to say now, and since filling the air with a bunch of non-sense was pointless, he just kept his mouth shut. The twenty six foot dark moss green seeker thus embraced Silvershot in return. Perhaps a slightly awkward scene for some spectators, but to Airwatcher, expressing some emotion was not a crime. No. He wouldn't be scared to show what was on his mind like his old master.
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Post by Driskull on Jul 18, 2015 19:53:56 GMT
Road comes up to the Skyjack and get some air....but he would hear arguing and walk towards it Hey....hey is everything okay?
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 18, 2015 19:58:33 GMT
Breech hears Road's approaching question and stands up again quickly, not wanting to seem weak in any way.
"We're fine. What does it matter to you?" she snaps at the mech. She pauses for a moment, "And who are you anyway?"
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Post by Driskull on Jul 18, 2015 20:00:57 GMT
Names RoadRage chick-a-dee....and what do you mean "We"? Road looks around for the other person he heard
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 18, 2015 20:05:39 GMT
"We? Oh, yes. Me. I'm Breech..."
Breech pauses for a moment, and her posture and expression shifts - not robotically but in a way that suggests somebody very different is behind the wheels. A softer look, but still determined.
"And me. I'm Hotwire. We argue a lot."
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