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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jul 1, 2015 5:18:20 GMT
"Your clear to leave, Danny. report back to base and see what Prime, or the commanders have for you. At this moment, I've got nothing." Astrinal responded to Danny, then moving her free servo.
Turining to Taggon, Astrinal could sense the confusion Taggon was feeling. Taggon was having trouble taking in a chat? Astrinal smirked ever so slightly, almost in a toying, playful way. "You've been promoted, Tags, don't you get it? Psh, wow, you are confused. Alright, let's chat, it seems like you need a good relaxed conversation. Hmm...
Astrinal tapped her chin with a single digit, thinking of a question. It didn't take her long to choose a simple one. "Tags, what's your favorite color?"
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Post by Taggon on Jul 1, 2015 12:52:10 GMT
Taggon was still sifting into a more calming mood, though he found himself dismayed with himself to see Astrinal a little amused. At least he was wearing a mask so she could not see his real facial expression, or anything that would hint at other emotions. After Dannabosa was told kindly to take his leave, Taggon heard Astrinal's easy tone telling him the good news of his promotion, and how he needed a more relaxed conversation. Taggon inhaled, exhaling afterwords. Now she wanted to know his favorite color--it was funny, even for him. He could think so fast in combat, but when it came to socializing, he seemed to think or move so slowly. Taggon blinked,
"Erm, pardon my daftness ma'am. Thank you for the promotion Commander." Taggon said through the sigh-like breath, still loosening up. Now as for his favorite color.
"My favorite color ma'am?" Taggon lifted his servos, his fingers lacing together before they slowly were tilted behind his helm, where he leaned some of his weight. "Definitely dark Blue ma'am." He said. There was not a shadow of a doubt about it. There was something about blue that could just made Taggon nod to himself. Heck, he was even painted dark blue. He'd even changed his once dark red visor with a Prussian Blue one, painting over a few scars with dark blue--it was a nice color. He glanced at Astrinal without moving his helm at all,
"Your favorite color would be Forest Green?" Taggon guessed.
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Post by Wrecker Dannybosa on Jul 1, 2015 13:55:09 GMT
Danny would nod at the femme. He then turns away from the femme and mech before opening up a groundbridge. The wrecker walks through the swirling vortex.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jul 1, 2015 23:32:59 GMT
"Surprisingly no, it's actually orange. Don't know why, but I guess I'll have a reason soon.. Uh- oh! I figured you'd want this..."
Astrinal, turned to dig something from the rocks, right where she'd previously pulled out the bottle of high grades. Astrinal's servos patted along the ground, then finally revealing a box. It was the box she'd found in Vos's chamber, the one with Taggon's name on it. Astrinal silently offered it to Taggon, seeing as he might want it back.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 2, 2015 0:41:32 GMT
"Really? Do you believe it is due to the sunsets you have been seeing as of late?"
Taggon raised an optic ridge at Astrinal's answer. Orange? It sounded like a strange selection. For some reason, he automatically reviewed all the orange things he had seen of late. His memory confirmed to him the last time he had set his optics on an object that hue had been when he had gazed upon Burnout through his video cameras. Truthfully, the mech was too much like his father, that and a bit worse. The mech had an unhealthy liking in killing drones. While to others this would prove not so important, Taggon found the fact that someone found joy in eliminating drones or anything in the first place made him frown. Particularly drones, even if they were only ones used for training. Taggon brushed the musing away, as Astrinal produced a small box from her subspace, one which looked so familiar--No. It couldn't be. Why would this little thing still be around? Taggon cocked his helm to examine it, slowly taking his hand out from behind his helm, gently taking the box for further analysis.
'T-19'
Sure enough, the letter and numbers were scratched on the box. Taggon turned his visor around to face his commander once more. "Thank you very much for this. I thought I would not lay eyes on this little device for a while--" Taggon trailed off. There were some good and bad memories attached to it, though in hindsight, there were many good ol' Legion days attached to this box.
"Ever since I was in the Legion of the 409th." Taggon said, grinning fondly at the box behind his mask. "Care to hear about my Legion some commander?" Taggon asked. What could he say? There were actually plenty of good memories in his rookie days. Back when everything was simpler, and philosophy wasn't something he was forced to catch up with too much.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jul 3, 2015 23:45:28 GMT
Astrinal sat back as Taggon took the box, examining it in surprise. Did the box mean that much to him? Astrinal spectated as he spoke, until he finally asked if her if she wanted to hear about the 409th, which appeared to be a legion of some sort.
"Sure, sounds interesting." Astrinal stated shortly, before going silent to listen to Taggon.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 5, 2015 0:14:16 GMT
Shifting his gears despite the cuff, Taggon continued to adjust himself into a story telling position. He actually had been hoping to tell Astrinal some of his old war-tales one day, to exchange their own adventures. It was never a bad thing to know what a comrade had been through. Taggon tossed the small box in the air, catching it after the small item had flipped through the air, coming straight back down.
“The 409th were the first family-like miniature army I had. It was originally just a squad, since it was meant to be a temporary group of expendable and experiemtnal vehicons, but as the original members proved to be effective, the experiments with unique vehicons continued. Every vehicon member of the 409th was a specialist in his own sense, thanks to training from our good old Sergeant, Coal. I was known as the close range specialist, Cut-Up was the heavy-hitter, Stalaken was often the one to keep us all covered with his amazing defense, Slapfoot was our four-armed sky-scraper, Chaff was our mechanic and engineer, designing strange but useful things. He was quite the chatter box, especially when paired with his twin Graph, our medic and ‘philosopher’.Then there was F-28, our second commander who did not exist.” Taggon chuckled at the last part, slipping the box into his subspace before unsheathing a razor sharp blade, to begin to quietly polish it as he went on.
“We knew he was around though, since F-28 com-linked us on our frequencies, and directed us. He never made his appearance however, since he continually stated that he did not technically exist. Nonetheless, it was the good old simple days for me when all I necessarily had to think about was how to kill an Autobot quicker than my cousin Cut-Up could. Thanks to his impenetrable protoform, he could afford to be reckless, and so often won our little matches.” Taggon tried to hide some of the fondness for his past in his voice, since he was talking to an Autobot, and was one. They were still good time though, and he did recall some of the emotions in the time when his thought-patterns were much more simple.
“When first created, vehicons weren’t the nearly mindless clones they seem to be today. Even then though, first generation or second generation, vehicons always hide their thoughts, since speaking them is something that is not asked of them. The clones only chat with one another. The first generation however, are their own mechs and femmes. They are still usually unquestionably loyal, but they have minds of their own, they can still think and create for themselves. This first generation of vehicons consists of reprogrammed Autobots, civilians, traitors, volunteers, or even sparks freshly plucked from the Well. All the schematics and memories of theses mechs and femmes are stored away for a small amount of analysis to see if any of the victims knew anything worth keeping, or had a particularly useful chassis in the first place. Chaff was a member of the Legion who, no matter what personality he shifted to, was dangerously curious about what he shouldn’t know. It was a fatal flaw we all pointed out, but despite his ability to develop into a different personality, he never could change that one quality about himself, ironically enough. The truth was, he actually was interested in who he had been before becoming a vehicon, since he saw that he was clearly an experiment, and not something simply bred in a laboratory. Since I was one of the quietest members of our Legion at the time, Chaff eventually persuaded me to help him obtain some of these memories. I honestly can’t remember how I was persuaded, but I was, so we stole data regarding who most members of the legion had been, and what their chassis schematics were since it was a package deal. Chaff put all the memories in the small box you gave to me, though we never came to opening it. Just after we had done the deed, we were all updated on the latest catch of the newly founded DJD, and heard all the gory details. So in fear, we crammed the box in the corner of one of our quarters, to never be seen again. I truly wonder how you located this.” Taggon concluded the long bit of story. Though there was still much more to the Box.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jul 11, 2015 3:59:55 GMT
((Sorry for the delayed response ;- ) Astrinal listened in silence, not wanting to rudely interrupt. Something felt- morally wrong if she attempted to crack a joke during his story. Maybe the fact that this was his history made things a bit more different. Looking at the box in Taggon's servos, Astrinal nodded. "I assumed it was a box of knives, or some super secret weapon. I didn't know it meant so much to you."Astrinal looked down at her servos , which were fiddling around each other. She specifically spotted her thumbs dancing around. I've never been this awkward in my life.. she thought.
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Post by Taggon on Jul 11, 2015 14:23:04 GMT
((No worries. I assumed you had your reasons.))
Taggon shrugged his shoulders casually, noticing her thumb-twiddling. She was getting bored, or anxious? He couldn't put his thumb on it. Nonetheless, Taggon simply went on.
"You could call it something worth high sentimental value...though it only houses a few memories and schematics. maybe a few of my old ideas for weapons or even a knife or two. It was designated my 'Box of Knives' to make people think that the box contained weaponry. Though it most-likely does not." Taggon stated. He himself let there be a quiet pause, before he found his own shoulder wheels spinning slowly once more. The vehicon inhaled before glancing to Astrinal,
"Well Commander. I would not mind hearing one of your tales, if mine counted for something." Taggon said. He was honestly interested in who Astrinal had actually been. He knew--or believed he had been a miner before the war, but who had Astrinal been? Yes, she was an ex-con, she had become a soldier, but who had she been? Her ability to act as someone else did hint that she had been forced to learn how to put on a show in her past.
"Rem, or if that's too personal for you ma'am, I can be quiet." Taggon said. He actually felt embarrassed with himself for asking such a thing from his commander. The Audacity! He should have simply looked at her records or something, and not tried to downright poke her with a question like that. Taggon pretended like he was just being himself, acting like nothing really was going on pastries mask---though the more he thought about it, perhaps he should be more honest with his commander around. Taggon furrowed his brow. He was growing uncertain very quickly, and the voice in the back of his helm was telling him a theory on the matter he did not like.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jul 14, 2015 1:14:40 GMT
When Taggon asked her to tell a Story, Astrinal scrunched her faceplate in a certain way. A way to tell that she was thinking. Alas, she sighed, openining her mouth to tell her tale.
"At one point in time I was a 'con, in which you probably already know. I was a little squat, 14 or 15. I worked as a rookie soldier, always stuck with command center work. Image me, little kid, working amongst adults. Eh, It wasn't to bad, but I had a bad mouth.
As a rookie, I was pushed around severely by a bunch of older soldiers. I put up with it, until I realised they wouldn't stop until I proved myself. Proved I was better. I did, by finding their weaknesses and pressing them. One was annihilated by a spoon, tho he managed to live.
Eventually I was still picked on, only much worse. Eventually I just matured and hardened, realising that people would never stop, no matter how hard to tried to stop it."
Astrinal's twirling thumbs stopped, in which she looked at Taggon. "This war will never stop, Taggon. It's only gonna get worse for someone."
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Post by Taggon on Jul 14, 2015 13:03:35 GMT
Taggon chewed on Astrinal’s words. Her story seemed to be a decent summery of that area in her life as well, though no doubt there was more. He wouldn’t push his luck though. He was lucky that she didn’t have him clean something like his to her Commanders would for even bothering such a question. On the other hand, he was her friend, so it seemed. When Astrinal finished by saying grimly the war would never end, Taggon wanted to chuckle. Here he went again. Even if he had chuckled, it would have been a hard one. The war wasn’t something to talk about lightly. Here we go.
Taggon ex-vented as he readjusted himself into a sitting posture, where his back would slightly bend over, his arms balancing on his knees by the un-cuffed elbow as he presumed a leaning forward position. All the while he tried to not disturb Astrinal’s arm which was cuffed to his own too much. Someone would always get it worse—he thought about her words more. He thought reflected upon his own life.
“I cannot disagree with you on your last point, Astrinal. Life becomes tough for countless lives in this war, things are thrust upon us, we are forced to adapt, to figure things out in the midst of our present conditions…” Taggon said, looking in the distance. His mask’s visor never looked back at her, but his own eyes met hers steadily from behind his mask.
“As for your previous statement, I believe it--" Taggon began before a few alarms went off in his helmet. Autobot transmissions ran through in his ear-piece, locations blurring through the corners of his screen. He furrowed his brow. Thanks to the fact that they were underground, the signals had been a bit slow lately. "break time is over Commander. Our brethren require our attention once more." Taggon said, about to arise and tread off towards the surface. It was then that he remembered: Astrinal's spine had been broken a bit. Taggon paused. Silly him. He had already apologized, so that gave him the right to not say anything before he picked her up. or it did in the vehicon's optics. The urge to get another job done filled the Avacon, who turned around. If he was to carry her, it would be painful for her.
"Brace yourself Ma'am." Taggon said, before sliding one arm under her knees, and using the other to lift her up by the arm. Astrinal would end up being held in a sitting-up position, Taggon's arms still supporting her weight. Taggon was not a mech to be weak when it came to being strong, but Astrinal's titanium armor did make her a bit tough to hold. Ex-venting, the vehicon summoned a ground-bridge a few yards away. The vehicon strode for that position carefully, since he knew jerking Astrinal's spine wouldn't do her any good. having her being held like this was the best he could think of; to place the servo supporting her back right behind her shoulders (the hand still cuffed though) and the other holding her under her knees. Attempting to keep her stiff enough in his grasp so her parts would stay together, Taggon continued to make his way for the location of the ground-bridge. Soon enough, the green portal shimmered to life. With that, Taggon entered, the bridge closing behind.
((Going to: Medical bay, surgical ward))
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Post by Shatterbeam on Sept 11, 2015 0:17:49 GMT
Piercing optics shone throughout the dark of the cave, surveying what it could, with an ominous aura about it. Flapping into the air, a large blast of light appeared, and the bird was gone, a smoke leaving a trail of breadcrumbs following...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 21:09:58 GMT
In a wide area of the cave system lay a 30 ft tall purple mech with two silver horns attached to his helm. The optics were dead black until they flickered on to a blood red and slowly looked around. The location was unknown to him. Slowly getting up onto his pedes and looked down at his chest. There was a feeling. A feeling that he had not experienced for a very long time. He was given a new leash on life. The mech began to talk in the primal vernacular, in question of recent events he had came across.
"So... It would seem that I have escaped the dead universe with a new leash on life.... But what of Scourge?"
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 2, 2015 7:05:52 GMT
Outside the cave system was Blackclaw Mavrix, the 30ft tall, huge dragon flew gracefully around the caves, his Decepticon insignia still showing on his shoulder, even though he had defected to the Autobots, for now. He landed nearby Cyclonus though he didn't yet realize it.
Whew... peace and quiet at long last...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 22:42:20 GMT
Cyclonus spun his helm around as he heard a voice behind him. His clawed hands were raised, ready to strike if need be. As Cyclonus had turned around he noticed a mech just about the same size as he was. But the kibble was different compared to his. Most mechs he knew had car, jets or tanks attached to their bodies to signify what they transformed into. But this mech's kibble was more jagged and predatory.
"Who are you? What planet is this?"
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 7, 2015 0:30:41 GMT
Planet Earth, Blackclaw Mavrix is the name.
Blackclaw turned to Cyclonus, he never knew much cybertronians, never particularly bothered to.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 23:21:35 GMT
"Earth?"
Cyclonus was not familiar with the planet name. Before he and the rest of the original Ark crew had been sucked into the portal that lead to the dead universe.
"Cyclonus of Upper Tetrahex. If you don't mind, may you describe what this planet looks like."
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 9, 2015 19:44:38 GMT
Lush green fields, civilization on a massive scale. Forests deeper than the pits of Kaon. I was born in the Badlands of Cybertron myself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 19:50:53 GMT
"I see. What has happened ever since the Ark took off?"
Cyclonus was oblivious to the passage of time when he had been trapped in the dead universe, and because of that, Cyclonus had no idea of the war between the Autobots and Decepticons, hence Cyclonus was talking about the Ark that Nova Prime had set upon to create his galactic empire.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 10, 2015 22:13:11 GMT
Uhhh... I wouldn't know, I was banished from Cybertron long before the Ark's launch.
Blackclaw shrugged.
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