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Post by Detective Ulti on Feb 28, 2015 15:02:26 GMT
Located in Nigeria, below civilization is this cave system, a small area roughly 10 kilometers long. It contains some useful materials, like Iron, Coal, Copper and even Energon crystals. However, these crystals are small in supply, leaving enough energon radiation that it won't kill a cybertronian, but be somewhat useful.
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Detective Ulti
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Post by Detective Ulti on Feb 28, 2015 15:09:13 GMT
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Post by Era on Feb 28, 2015 22:23:53 GMT
As the sensor swept the cave the signature of a mech would be detected as well as several Energon signatures nearby, about 7-8 cubes that Ace had fashioned from some of the energon in the cave. A metal table had been stolen in the last abandoned area he had visited as had the tools he needed to work on one of his inventions. Right now what Ace was working on was a rather simple task. His current version of the Battle Pistol left a lot to be desired and needed to be able of course to shoot 3 times simultaneously, a modification he was in the process of making. Slowly he continued to work on his implement without the knowledge that anyone else was in the caves presently.
This work would help him when it came to a fight. Due to his dino mode being unable to wield weapons he'd need to recruit a medic to do some upgrades to him in Dino Mode so he'd be more defensible. It was a simple solution to a problem he needed to solve at his earliest opportunity possible.
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Post by Detective Ulti on Mar 1, 2015 0:28:08 GMT
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Post by Era on Mar 1, 2015 23:34:39 GMT
"Hello." This was spoke by a mech who approached her carrying a now finished customized version of the battle pistol in one hand. It was not however loaded with any Energon presently, and thus not a threat. "The Energon you detect is all being put to use by me in production of new equipment. With the chaos of the Cybertronian war out there, I do need better gear if I am to stay one step ahead of both the Autobots and the Decepticons. This pistol can shoot 3 blasts simultaneously a modification few other weapons actually have presently."
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Post by Taggon on May 8, 2015 14:19:18 GMT
It was the dark, that made Taggon grimace. Not caves again. he had hoped to go mining for energon however, and here he was to do it. Yet he had wound up in chasms a second time. Taggon mused on how chance had lead him here, but then again, his scanners detected a large amount of energon within the area, and that was all the Autobots needed if they were to be fed, given money, and all the necessary things. If all went well, it was to be Taggon's fifth or sixth uninterrupted and smooth energon mining mission, indicating that he had consistently obtained a key to success. Though it was more of a chance that the Decepticons did not bother with him just yet, or neutrals for that matter. Nonetheless, out stepped the tall twenty five foot vehicon out of the portal. He was a dim silver and a pitch black, which blended effectively with his surroundings, while the dim silver seemed to be there just to keep track of him. A solid red and emotionless visor marked a black helmet which obscured his face entirely, along with his movements as he walked silently, quietly giving off signals for his mining crew to get out their equipment, and commence the mining expedition. Taggon walked along the catacombs, towards the rendezvous point he had already fixed.
The protectobots arrived out of their portals, their mining drills and pickaxes in their servos, ready to lend their energies to their faction once more. Taggon glanced around before equipping his own drill, and directing the protectobots through the dark and twisted giant-sized wormholes in the rock, taking point for their objective; the energon. His scanner was picking up more and more as he enclosed, which signaled that the outcome of this mining trip could be extravagantly profitable. Taggon blinked behind his mask before giving his men the halting sign, and providing them with the 'go' motion to officially start the harvesting. The sounds of drills echoed through the caverns deep underground as the Autobots set to work, unearthing their prize. Taggon was no idiot in coming though, and each and everyone of his men had weapons on their person. he even had a select few stealth bots stationed with weapons at the entrances and passageways surrounding the location of the mining progject, so not a rock stirred without him knowing it. The vehicon himself began to pour his own efforts into tearing through the rock for the blue crystals of energon which he sought...
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 8, 2015 14:58:22 GMT
Another mining mission. Windtalker was determined to help this time. He took to the skies, using his back-thrusts not only for speed, but for light. The nearby areas to which Windtalker flew burst with light, allowing a moment of illumination, lengthened by short patrols of the bird about the caver, sometimes hovering in place by countering the propulsion with angled wingbeats. Every once in a while he'd shoot a single bullet at an area of the mine that was empty, chipping off a rock or two. Windtalker thought to himself. Why were they here again? I mean, he understood that Taggon was grounded, but that didn't mean they had to mine. The cave continued to light up, as Windtalker idly thought to himself.
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Post by Taggon on May 9, 2015 14:02:59 GMT
((Everything's still going smoothly----remarkable. *hopes I spoke too soon*))
Taggon continued to work tirelessly. He and his men toil over the strenuous activity of mining energon, the cycle of them gathering energon, carting it, drilling and showing aside rock and ore with their tools commencing. The Autobots with the energon in hover-carts ground bridged back and forth to the Autobot ergo processor room, carting their loads with the same rhythm they had on their previous mining mission. Life at the moment was a dully lit swing of the pickaxe of push of the drill, and clanking of the pets caring or heaving heavy loads. Taggon didn't enjoy the chore himself, but he knew his duty, and it was never about sitting around talking about good fluffy things. No. He had had his more conversation with Cataract, his research, and his repairing and talk with Afterburner. His break had occurred, as brief as it seemed.
Tunnel after tunnel of protector workers stretched like slowly unsheathed claw farther and farther down into the caves, reaping the energon they craved for their faction to have, though not at all in a greedy sense. The Autobots were actually experiencing a time of plentiful resources thanks to repeated hard work, but they did not intend to bring that time of extravagance to a grinding halt anytime soon. no, they needed to stalk up their storages to ready themselves for emergency, manage their budget with more energon, export more energon to lounges and cafeterias and ship the so very much required good to a vast amount of location for separate reasons. So they all worked. Taggon keeping his comments to himself, as well as his workers. Nothing was reported about movement, though the stealth bots kept a watchful eye out for trouble.
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Post by Backbeat on May 9, 2015 19:06:20 GMT
(( Yes, you spoke too soon... ))
A groundbridge opens and a flock of metal birds, followed by five vehicon cars exit. They had locked on to an energon signal and had come to investigate... and in a few moments they would reach the entrance to the mine
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 9, 2015 21:31:00 GMT
*Fortunately reinforcements were about to arrive to the mines. A groundbridge opened up not far from the Decepticons and Afterburner ran through it, she activated her wide area scanners and located the small detachment of Decepticons.
Not too far off from me... hmm, gotta play this safely don't wanna aggro the lot of them. Right focus Aft! You're here backing up your comrades, not focusing on killing Decepticons, save that possibility for POWs we no longer need.
She said quietly to herself, arming herself with a Path Blaster and loading in its rounds of ammo, she also activated its signature Distruptor Ammo, for taking down shielded enemies, she then slides on her faceguard which came out from under her chin area.*
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Post by Taggon on May 10, 2015 1:17:45 GMT
((Awesome! Decepticons came.))
Taggon over saw another heap of energon be hauled off into a groundbridge as he took a breath from his work. It was hard work, but peaceful. This was the difference between his mining job before the war he supposed. He had companions, good working conditions, and it was peaceful. Taggon noted the now clear differences between him mining now and before, and how everything was surprisingly smooth still. Not a single DJD member had reared their ugly helm, and not any kind of Decepticon had attempted his life for more than a week. In hindsight, that was too good to be true. Another up side to his peace was there were no bounty hunters out on the watch for him. For now, he was liberated from that it seemed. Taggon was still not one to frolic in his recent notifications however, and simply knew that it was wiser to enjoy peace before it was revealed to him in a classic manner that the vipers in his life had been waiting to strike all along. Taggon was on the brink of resuming his chore before he received a com-link from his stealth bots who were stationed at the entrances, of the cavern, cloaked and armed.
::Sir. We have five vehicons coming our way. A predicon’s also out there, though we can’t make out who or what it is. Orders?::
Taggon’s audio receptors perked up at the news. If Taggon had been younger and less strict, he would have fist-pumped right there and then. Nonetheless, Taggon did raise an optic ridge, and considered what to do. Taggon eyed his pick-axe as if it were telling him some information as well before he faced the direction of the mining expedition.
::Windtalker. There are five Decepticons outside, as well as a predicon. If you could lend me a servo friend, and handle the vehicons, it would be appreciated. Try not to kill them all, if it is possible, at desire at least two prisoners if you can manage.::
Taggon sent a message to his minicon companion. It was likely the minicon would accept, so Taggon went ahead to inform the stealth bots who were nearest to the Decepticons, just a passageway down from them. They had picked up the signal because of their scout-like designs and purposes, to be cloaked and have long ranged scanners.
::Protectobot. If my Minicon ally Windtalker comes, then I would like some of your number from the west entrance and the south entrance to engage the enemy. Attempt taking them alive, but give my firend a chance to join you before servo.::
That being said, Taggon waited patiently for his friends answer. He could have done scanning himself, but he had other things to do such as attending to the mining. He was in no real danger just yet, even then though, Taggon gave the protectobots the signal to hasten their endeavors to harvest the energon that was before them. He too assisted in this. Unless things got out of servo or he was required to, he would not exit the cave just yet. He had also given Windtalker the opportunity to have some action. The bird probably needed something or someone to shoot besides rock, the way he had been acting.
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Post by Backbeat on May 10, 2015 3:56:14 GMT
The group of Decepticons reach the entrance, one of the vehicons stays behind at the entrance, the rest move into the cave. the flock of metal birds merge together into Nevermore, who signals for the vehicons to spread out into the mine, she meanwhile spits into the flock of birds, flying to the roof... so as to use the shadows, her component's smaller size and signal disputer to give the element of surprise... The flock silently makes it's way through the mine... The vehicons meanwhile slowly advance and spread out, armed and ready for combat...
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 10, 2015 4:44:17 GMT
The vehicon's foolishly spread alone into the caves. Taggon wanted them alive. Not the first time the retired sniper had silenced someone without killing them, however. Windtalker clicked a propulsion feather into place once one of the vehicons was far enough away from his comrades, then slightly lowered the power. He aimed for the optic of the Vehicon, sending the feather flying towards the vehicon, in bedding itself in it's optic, stopping short of the processor.
One down...
Windtalker flapped to Taggon, tipping a single rock over to alert him that he had gotten the message, before retreating to the shadows again.
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Post by Backbeat on May 10, 2015 5:49:14 GMT
The shot hits the vehicon, who loudly screams in pain since it was only just his optic that was shot out... Two vehicons rush to help him, the wounded vehicon points in the direction of the attack...
One-eyed Vehicon: Target my location!
One of the vehicons opens fire at the shadows where his wounded comrade was pointing
Meanwhile further down in the cave, two smoke grenades are launched at Taggon from the shadows of the roof of the cave...
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 10, 2015 8:50:29 GMT
*Afterburner then detected Autobot life signals in the mines, she now had eyes on the entrance of the mines. A couple of guards? Easy. She eats Vehicons for lunch... literately. She then commed the others, and spoke as quietly as she could.*
:: Autobots in the mines, this is Afterburner. I kinda got the co-ordinates a little off, so I'm outside the mine, the Decepticons have no idea I'm here, so the surprise is on my side. I'm coming in behind the ones that have entered. ::
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Post by Taggon on May 10, 2015 13:54:57 GMT
-----Windtalker's position----
A stealth trooper who had been by lurking in the shadows, slowly making his way for the vehicons had made a progress without word or sound all the while remaining cloaked, the mech had faithfully and calmly approached the vehicons when Windtalker attacked, and hence retreated in order to avoid annihilation. The vehicons within the cave reacted by blasting at the shadows. The stealth bot wanted to prevent the death of an Autobot, and so he charged forth, out of the shadows and into the enemies line of fire. He pulled up a combat shield as he uncloaked, deflecting all of the shots fired at the location of his fellow Autobot, vigorously pulling out a large EMP shotgun as he planted his feet in the ground. The stealth bot returned fire to the Decepticons, firing for their chest and head area with his single automatic shot-gun, sending blast after blast at the enemies, extending to spray them with a large amount of fire in a close space, and out of no where essentially. It was not the finest surprise attack, but the Stealth bot would do what he could.
-----Taggon's position-----
::Well done. Kill if you have to.::
Taggon messaged his metallic bird-ish ally. He knew Decepticons. They would kill themselves, and killing in self-defense would be more than tolerated, but understood fully. Taggon swung his pick-axe one last time, shattering his tool into the stone, which yielded an lodged energon crystal. The item flew into the air, spinning over Taggon's helm, only to be caught expertly by his other servo. he tossed the said crystal of energon into the nearest cart which was heading for a ground bridge. The crystal landed in the dead center of the cart, clanking against the other energon crystals before scuttling to the lower corner of the cart thanks to gravity. The carter continued to thrust his hover cart into the open green ground bridge, the pressure of the situation in the mech's helm, causing his stride to increase as he brought the load into his cargo into the bridge and to the other end. Taggon's dark red v-shaped visor watched him pull through, not at all focused upon the incoming grenades, though his audios caught him, there was little time to react, as fast as his reflexes were. The grenades exploded right on the back of the mech, forcing him to the floor, the impact transmitted before the explosion of the smoke causing the mech to hurtle for the unmoving stone ground. The vehicon was nimble enough to catch himself with his arms, which shot out and steadied him, preventing him from a mask-plant to the floor.
The smoke plumed into the area, the objective of causing everything to be hardly visible being achieved even more as the seconds ticked by.
"Everyone turn on their visors!" Taggon shouted at his men as the smokescreen spread, the vehicon rising to his feet. The vehicons who held energon or tools darted for the open ground birdges, some even lunging for the escape routes. Taggon himself arose from his position, his visor already converted to a vision that saw directly through the smokescreen. It was something that practically all vehicons had, especially black ops ones. Taggon was not the type to grin at a fight, but he was the type to strike if he deemed it necessary. Everything he did was for a reason. Taggon looked to the roof, scanning with his optics for who had used been responsible for where the grenades had come from. His senses told him that the grenade had hit his back plating right at the center, at an angle which would grant evidence of a portion of the thrower's origin. As he scoured the roof, his senses perked up, his body already easing into a more cautious and acute combat mode. Out of the sides of each of his fore-arms extended long sticks, which literally fanned out and solidified into what looked like overside bucklers the exact shape of saws. Not only this, but built in generators within the center of the 'stick' which had but started at an extension protruding from Taggons arm and becoming a saw-like shield, began to heat the tips of the blades so they would be more able to slice through an opponent.
This feature was but half the occupations the said tools could be applied for, Taggon's employment of weapon what he had equipped for more than on reason. The saws began to spin rapidly as well, as to ready themselves for their next purpose. Meanwhile, Protectobots had formed two guards at each portal, each with combat shields and guns, as workers fled from the area. It was then, in the midst of the chaos, Afterburner's call spoke out to the vehicon Autobot.
::Afterburner. If you have explosives on you, line the walls on the entrances with them. Make sure no Decepticon sees them, if you have such. Use at least two explosives at the four entrances, then report.::
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 10, 2015 14:39:40 GMT
Taggon would recieve a comm link.
"Taggon, what is your current status?"
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Post by Taggon on May 10, 2015 14:45:51 GMT
Taggon would recieve a comm link.
"Taggon, what is your current status?"
::Current status ma'am: I am engaging in battle, I am trying to manage an energon mission. We have harvested three quarters of the vast array of energon that was here to start, when Deceptions entered ma'am.::The reply would be almost instantaneously texted back to Astrinal, as if Taggon had been waiting for her to say just that. The texted message would be transmitted immediately, heading for Astrinal so she too could respond.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on May 10, 2015 14:49:59 GMT
"Well Primus, Taggon. Your virtually treating me to come as Backup. Alright, we'll be out in a few minutes. Uh- can you hold for five?"
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Post by Taggon on May 10, 2015 15:00:54 GMT
"Well Primus, Taggon. Your virtually treating me to come as Backup. Alright, we'll be out in a few minutes. Uh- can you hold for five?"
::You asked ma'am. I answered. I have yet to lose hold of the situation, though I would judge that this fight has but entered its beginning stages. I will endeavor to do so ma'am.::
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