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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 22, 2015 23:19:28 GMT
"Huh... 'them,' huh?"
Breech returns.
"So, what do you believe in that's so disturbingly innovative that even Decepticons would get all uppity about it?"
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Post by Ichor on Jul 22, 2015 23:25:04 GMT
Ichor put the device down, then walked over to the ocean and felt it's waters. He stared into the tide, watching how it reacted, how it changed, how the nature of it all worked. This planet could teach him much, but whether or not it was useful knowledge is yet to be known. Without looking back, he would begin to explain, though his voice was sounding more strained and scratchy.
Family.. Team... We believe modify... Functionism... We pick our... Jobs. We change alt-modes... We change bodies to do better...
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 22, 2015 23:43:06 GMT
"Functionism..."
It's Breech who thinks on that first. On her own history. On the life she's lived, and the way it's led to everything she's become. And no matter how horrible the past has been, she doesn't want to change what she's become for the sake of others.
"That... makes sense. I don't mind changing what I am if it makes things better. What's important is that who I am - who we are - is the same."
Hotwire thinks on it too.
"I agree."
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Post by Ichor on Jul 22, 2015 23:47:17 GMT
Ichor coughed through his ventillation systems. Plates on his torso shifted and contracted with spastic motions as his ventillation systems were straining for speaking so much. Ichor ignored it however, choosing to continue the conversation, perhaps not his best decision, plan, choice.... But he felt she.. They... Needed it.
Sparks.. Minds.. Always same.. Only experiments are reprogrammed... Like Vertigo...
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 22, 2015 23:51:13 GMT
"Hmmm. Reprogramming never ended well for anybody," Hotwire muses.
"And... a family who believed what I believe sure would be a change," Breech adds, "I think-"
"Oh, no you don't!" Hotwire interrupts sharply, "Uh... Ichor right?" she steps up, "Are you okay?"
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Post by Ichor on Jul 22, 2015 23:56:12 GMT
Ichor's chest panels were now contracted heavily and tightly, the sound of metal straining could be heard inside. His pupils were extra wide for a moment, before resuming normal size. Coughing more, he looked at her. A reassuring look in his optics, albeit a crazy one too. The mech was definitely not the most stable mentally or physically.
Talk... Too much...
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 22, 2015 23:58:52 GMT
Not that Breech or Hotwire hasn't lived on the tightrope of sanity for years. Concerned, Hotwire sends him a comm-link invitation.
You can use this, if it helps.
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Post by Ichor on Jul 23, 2015 0:07:04 GMT
Ichor shook his helm slowly, staying silent to allow his systems time to recover. He knew that with time he'd be good enough to function decently again, but would need a visit to the repair bay on the Axiom when he got the chance to administer lubricants and clean-up. He would have been stable longer if not for the fact that he opened his facemask earlier. In an attempt to inform her of the main problem, he pointed to his chest in hopes she would realize his vocoder was damaged.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 0:14:27 GMT
"Oh... shame neither of us is really a medic," Hotwire muses. She looks down, thinking, "Your family... sounds close. Autobots are always going on about family, y'know. But it feels... superfluous. They told me us could be family but we never really felt right there."
"We'd like to meet your family," Breech adds.
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 0:21:03 GMT
Ichor stared at her, listening in silence as his plates slowly began to relax. His coughing had begun to slow down in a similar rate. When she finished speaking, and made her last comment, he looked away, towards the horizon. He then reaised a servo and pointed skywards. There, a swirling blood-red vortex of energy had opened in the sky, and swirled with a deep and steady sucking sound, similarly to the sound of a hull breech.
Shortly afterwards, a shuttle flew out of the vortex, and hovered in the air for a nanocycle before shifting and swinging down to the beech. It's quiet thrusters hummed as it gently landed on the ground.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 0:28:12 GMT
Ichor could see Breech/Hotwire reach behind herself, laying one hand on the hilt of a rotor - clearly they were used as swords.
But her hand didn't actually close over it; it was something of a reflex, precautionary action, not backstabbing of any kind, just something she did whenever she met anybody new.
"We're assuming this is a member of your family, huh?" she tilted her head questionably at the shuttle, "We're listening..."
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 0:32:58 GMT
Ichor nodded, watching as the shuttle's hatch opened, revealing a tall and well-built mech with red optics. Something of his silhouette was off however. As the mech stepped out into the sunlight, the reason became clear. The tall mech had a scar over onve of his optics, and his entire right arm seemed to be from someone else entirely. Looking at Ichor, the mech nodded, then he looked at the femme.
It seems Ichor has made a friend, since he trusts you, I should. My name is Thrasher... And you are? He said in a calm, slightly gravelly voice.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 0:39:42 GMT
"I'm Hotwire."
"And I'm Breech Loader."
They look at Thrasher, tilting her head first one way and then the other.
"And together we're..."
"Extremely dissattisfied with our current position in life."
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 0:50:43 GMT
Thrasher nodded, noting the dual-personality trait. His optics narrowed slightly as he thought things over. Ichor seemed fine, and he would sooner kill someone he didn't trust. The insecticon always did have an odd sixth sense about him in recognizing things within individuals. Thrasher began to walk towards the two as he thought.
Very well them, I assume Ichor told you something of my team?
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 0:57:30 GMT
"He told me a little of what you believe and it certainly makes a lot more sense than the current nonsensical ravings of 'Autobots vs Decepticons'."
Her hand remains gently on a hilt of one of her blades.
"I wouldn't say we're the best judges of characters, but to be honest we couldn't misjudge you any worse than we've misjudged others..." Breech thinks about it, "It makes better sense that you've gathered your team based on your beliefs than on who your enemy is."
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 1:03:06 GMT
Thrasher listened, slowly circling the femme while watching her movements. He could tell she was ready to pull a weapon on her, and had the claws in his left servo ready to extend. He could tell one of them didn't trust him, and that made sense, he was not the most outwardly friendly mech to strangers. In any case though, she seemed trustworthy for the moment. Indeed, we are brought together by common goals, not over common enemies. Unlike some, we have stuck to our beliefs throughout the great war. And as teams, we learn that it takes trust and skill to surpass the numbers presented by our enemies.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 1:10:35 GMT
Breech sneers a little, "The Decepticons don't even trust each other."
Breech/Hotwire seems to decide that Thrasher isn't a direct thread, and crosses her arms over her wide chassis instead. Her rotors relax and close together again, less threatening. Hotwire however, is still slightly cautious.
"But there's a catch. There's always a catch. What's the catch? Don't tell me I just box up my stuff and get a key to the apartment, right?"
He's noticing that while the two do agree with each other sometimes, they still vary between using 'they' and 'me'. It's one of those things, along with her rotary blades, that makes her very easy to read.
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 1:15:16 GMT
As the femme trusted him finally, Thrasher relaxed his left servo and stopped circling her. He looked at Ichor, then back to Breech before things started to change. His optics and energon veins turned a bright shade of blue, followed by his armor shifting and turning to a shade of red rather than green. As things changed, he looked like a completely different mech. Giving a grin, he explained things.
You see, we have been heavily modified internally. Our systems are redesigned to allow us to disguise and change form to infiltrate Autobot and Decepticon ranks. If you joined us, you would be expected to have these changes. The mech said in a younger, smoother voice.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 1:26:47 GMT
"Is that your real appearance?" Hotwire asks him.
He nods.
"Then I suppose you deserve mine."
Hotwire reaches to her visor, and it slides up. Her face underneath the blue visor is horrifically scarred - possibly the worst facial scarring Thrasher has seen on somebody who'd survived it. Something must have blown up in her face at one point. obviously it doesn't look like a big deal to a human. But to any sentient robot, it really is very bad. There's the old, deep cuts, and the burns right through to the mechanics. There's even signs of melting.
"This is the other reason people have trouble accepting us."
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 1:32:36 GMT
No, I'm afraid the first form you saw is my original. Thrasher said as his frame reverted back to it's default appearance. His scared optic flickered slightly as he changed back. Examining her wounds, he figured she could have them repaired during the upgrade process if she wanted to, Ichor's wounds need repairs they don't have the technology to do so... Yet.
We can fix those scars, should you want them repaired...
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