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Table Mountain, Cape Town
Table Mountain is a leveled plateau overlooking Cape Town, approximately 3 kilometers from side to side and edged by impressive cliffs. This broad sweep of mountainous heights, together with Signal Hill, forms the natural amphitheater of the City Bowl and Table Bay harbor. The highest point on Table Mountain is towards the eastern end of the plateau and is marked by Maclear's Beacon, a stone cairn built in 1865 by Sir Thomas Maclear for trigonometrical survey. It is 1,086 meters above sea level, about 19 meters higher than the cable station at the western end of the plateau. The flat top of the mountain is often covered by orographic clouds, formed when a south-easterly wind is directed up the mountain's slopes into colder air, where the moisture condenses to form the so-called "table cloth" of cloud.
Table Mountain is at the northern end of a sandstone mountain range that forms the spine of the Cape Peninsula. To the south of the main plateau is a lower part of the range called the Back Table. On the Atlantic coast of the peninsula, the range is known as the Twelve Apostles. The range continues southwards to Cape Point.
Cape Town is the second-most populous city in South Africa, after Johannesburg, and the provincial capital and primate city of the Western Cape.
As the seat of the National Parliament, it is also the legislative capital of the country. It forms part of the City of Cape Town metropolitan municipality. The city is famous for its harbour, for its natural setting in the Cape Floristic Region, as well as for such well-known landmarks as Table Mountain and Cape Point. As of 2014 it is the 10th most populous city in Africa and home to 64% of the Western Cape's population. It is one of the most multicultural cities in the world, reflecting its role as a major destination for immigrants and expatriates to South Africa. The city was named the World Design Capital for 2014 by the International Council of Societies of Industrial Design. In 2014, Cape Town was named the best place in the world to visit by both The New York Times and The Telegraph.
Located on the shore of Table Bay, Cape Town was first developed by the Dutch East India Company as a victualing station for Dutch ships sailing to East Africa, India, and the Far East. Jan van Riebeeck's arrival on 6 April 1652 established the first permanent European settlement in South Africa. Cape Town quickly outgrew its original purpose as the first European outpost at the Castle of Good Hope, becoming the economic and cultural hub of the Cape Colony. Until the Witwatersrand Gold Rush and the development of Johannesburg, Cape Town was the largest city in South Africa.
Citations & Resources • Table Mountain [Wikipedia] • Cape Town [Wikipedia]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 3:06:14 GMT
As soon as the hiss of the airlock signaled the seal had finally been broken, an obnoxious twang! rang out from the mangled spacecraft, a shorter-than-average femme jutting out a forearm to push the door the rest of the way off. Low groaning could be heard as the metal strained and clunked to the ground, the mercenary hopping out the open doorway whilst making sure not to step on the trithyllium door.
Aexissus bore a whitish frame with black tattoos and purple biolights, the latter being the only remnant of her former faction. A large chassis donning a tail fin spanned down into a small waist and ridged hips, which formed large tibulen, into medium cadulen, and further into two stick-like metatarsals. A being constructed for speed and flexibility, which unfortunately led to paper-esque armor. Green optics shifted akin to a camera lens, the shutters narrowed to block out a majority of the light as the female Transformer pivoted to address the damage.
The ship’s shields and most of the hull had been stripped before reentry, resulting in a very disorienting trip to the surface. From the outside, it looked like someone had thrown a steel cylinder into a blender: in one piece, but heavily ripped at and torn along the flanks of the hull. The insides, on the other hand, were surprisingly intact. It was quite the tiny craft, just enough to lug around the duo and one prize. Nothing fancy, either; it just got the job done, and that was that.
Quivering momentarily, Aexissus cycled her vents, optic ridges furrowed. She was a tad shaken up from the bumpy reentry, but no real damaged had been sustained other than a minor energon line having been cut clean through and some light stinging along her exoskeleton from the jarring of the impact. Right servo clutching her left flank at the waist, she scanned the terrain, taking it in rather nonchalantly. Her thoughts lied elsewhere, not to mention she had never been much of a sightseer. It was beautiful though, and she would admit to that much.
Nevertheless… there was still figuring out what of the craft could be salvaged and what would be left behind. The humans would probably serve as an issue, too. Fortunately the crash had been on the outmost edges of the Cape’s plateau—away from the city—but that wouldn’t stop some of the more curious natives from poking around (and no doubt the ones who governed the area). Other than that, a few other Cybertronian signatures had been located on the landmass—“Africa”—before exiting orbit, so at least she had that much to look forward to.
Perhaps it would’ve been better to have landed in the ocean, the femme thought dryly, mouthplates curled into a subtle frown of thought. Turning completely, she faced the craft door, knowing well her associate was still in one piece. The brute could be as gentle as a turbofox but as durable as a nosoron, if not more so. Like she’d have said such to his face, though.
{{ Annnnd choppy first post—initiated! Really needed a place to land and get set up already. }}
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Post by Gnaw on Mar 2, 2015 4:16:10 GMT
The ride down had been more than bumpy. Especially for the mech who hadn’t been able to strap himself in before the outer shields had been peeled off and the hull had slammed into the atmosphere. Nothing like being a loose bolt in a rattling can in the hands of a paint shaker for the full ride down to the surface on an unknown planet.
Regardless, after the final impact into the foreign soil, everything finally came to a rest. All that was left was the sound of pinging, cooling metal and the settling of fallen objects upon the floor of the ship, Gnaw included. It had been fairly comparable to the days long past when he had been forced to ride in Quintesson invasion ships.
Aexissus had been the first to stir out of the pair of them, to which she was already up and using her small frame to fight with the slightly warped bulkhead door to the outside. The Sharkticon on the other hand, was still trying to find his servos and peel himself out of the debris covered flooring. Thankfully, he had been in robot mode for the ride down. His heavy plating was no worse for wear outside of a few scuffs and dents. Neither of which was usually an out of place sight on his rotund frame.
Working his way up to his hands and knees, the sound of the heavy trithyllium door falling free caught his attention. Red lens covered optics flickered and adjusted in the darkened interior as sunlight poured in through the door way the femme had cleared for their departure. Hopefully they had landed somewhere fairly safe. He still had no idea what planet this was or if it was inhabited.
Hands and knees worked their way up to just become the trudge of feet as he worked his way across the uneven floor, processor still spinning from the rattling jaunt down to the surface. The doorway loomed as his larger hand carefully took hold of it’s warped frame to haul his round grey and purple armoured body out of the fallen craft and into the sight, letting him set his feet down onto the rather squishy planet’s surface. Well at least it hadn’t been a metal landing. A liquid landing would have maybe suited the ship‘s survival better. Speaking of, their ship was looking to be a rather splattered pile of scrap by the cursory glance he gave it before averting his attention towards Aexissus. He was looking for what the femme would suggest their next course of action was. She was on her feet and intact, so that was a plus. Turning his gaze to their surroundings, it indeed was rather pretty. He usually never was able to stop and enjoy the sights. Even if the sight included their smouldering wreck of a shuttle that scarred the landscape.
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Post by Plexo on Mar 2, 2015 12:06:12 GMT
((Mind if I jump in? I can void this post if you want me away.))
Knaught had been enjoying a walk outside. Or that was the bright way of looking at things. About a half hour ago, his stasis pod had arrived, adding yet another dent in the terrain which consisted of both mountains and valleys. On the right side of face, four barreled insectiod optics whirred as his x-ray vision and such guided him through the terrain. So yes, it had been quite a pleasant walk outside. No Deceptions, and no Autobots. It was both good and bad news. tranquillity was something Knaught could stand to enjoy, but that meant he was away froths fellow Autobots. Though no insignia glittered in the sun on his chest, he was a fully fledged Autobot. Knaught's small sixteen foot form traveled through the dirt pathway, if one could call the over growth in which Knaught tread through such. Knaught's thin wrists which ended in three thick servo digits flexed up and down, in a sort of slightly anxious rhythm. Knaught's left sided helm was almost completely smooth and flat, save one semicircle optic which jutted out.
Being given the impart surgery before any others, Knaught had paid the price of being regarded as more of a freak since he had half of a face, and even then the government had replaced his single normal looking optic with four smaller ones, though he had added functions to them such as the x-ray vision which he currently flipped on and off, selecting the best way to venture so that he would not become victim to anyone who sought to beat up upon him.
Within a hectometer of the two newly arrived, Knaught turned the corner of the mountain, after realizing two individuals were just ahead of him. Knaught's pitch black and pure white paint job was distinct across the green terrain as he made his way towards them, his strange form continuing his current sojourn. Knaught kept a smile on the half of the jaw which he had left, smiling as politely as he could. He was not hideous, yet he was not handsome. He was strange looking, and seemed to be a thin dwarf of a figure.
"Greetings unto thee, yon fellow travelers. Upon applying mine enhanced x-ray functions within one of mine optics, I caught but a glimpse of thou, and I gander that thou have landed in a crude state but recently, as the smoke still gushed from thine retired vessel. Fear not of mine coming, nor mine appearance...I arrive in peace, without a brutal intention lying in mine spark. " Knaught spoke as he looked upon the two. He spoke in an older more sophisticated Cybertronian, since he had been raised as thus by his grandfathers.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 23:11:52 GMT
{{ Go right ahead, we were waiting to see if someone would show up. }}
As soon as Gnaw had exited the craft, Aexissus looked him over from where she stood, acknowledging her associate’s intactness with a small nod. Pivoting to assess the landscape once more, she noted what appeared to be a semi-large city further down the coast, pondering just how much of a threat it could be upon being provoked by their less-than-graceful landing. The immediate dangers seemed less intimidating than the possible sequence of events following, leading the small femme to glance back at the craft and then to the massive stretch of land moving out to occupy the horizon. They were at the very tip of the landmass—away from the detected signatures—but on the designated continent no less.
The craft was disposable, fortunately. Getting rid of it discreetly could potentially serve as a problem, though, given the humans were probably already curious as to what exactly had crashed upon the plateau. Leaving it there meant letting the humans find it. Other than that, there was where to go next—which was getting north, perhaps locating one of the signals she'd gotten ahold of before entry. Then again, the ship hadn’t picked up any information other than the fact they were indeed inorganic, so who was to say they weren’t the friendliest things on the planet and didn’t have intentions of blowing the duo sky-high? Either way, there was ground to cover.
“If you have any trinkets,” she began, “now would be the time to grab them.” The mercenary was joking of course, but she herself still had a few items she needed to retrieve from the cockpit before they were on their way. “The signatures were located north of here,” she explained to her associate, gingerly moving to get into the ship one last time.
Stepping over the warped door, she lifted herself back up into the doorway with her free servo, pausing as soon as a small movement from the corner of her optic averted her attention. Now resting halfway in the craft and halfway out of the craft, she looked to her left, narrowing her shutters and trying to focus on the shape approaching. The heatwaves permitted only a blur until it drew closer, to which she could slowly make out to be a black-and-white biped. Another Cybertronian? Its gait seemed unbothered and rather solemn as opposed to someone who meant harm. And the flowery greeting that followed only confirmed that.
Pivoting to face the oncoming figure directly, she carefully stepped back down to stand beside the Sharkticon, green optics combing the newcomer curiously. No insignia. Another neutral? Ax regarded his features carefully, still rather taken aback that they had been approached so quickly upon being received by the ground—and by one who stated he had no hostile intentions. Careful not to stare, she attempted to make optic contact, shifting her posture to seem a bit more open.
“Salutations,” she addressed, not unkindly. His vernacular was curious, one that rather intrigued the femme. “Glad to have found—or rather been found by—one who isn’t trying to kill us.” Yet. Ax spoke truthfully, however, indeed very pleased with the discovery of someone who didn’t shoot at them the moment they saw them. Because that was always fun.
The mercenary still held reservations, but kept them to herself, returning the smile with another slight tweak of her posture. It wasn't forced, either, given she was more curious than concerned about his presence.
Though general cynicism was to be expected of her after landing on a foreign planet surrounded by primitive organics and Cybertronians of all different factions. Not to mention the lack of a functioning ship and the vaguely-incapacitating damage sustained to her frame. With the additive of being out in the open, smack dab in the center of a place surrounded by aforementioned primitive organics.
Nonetheless introductions were typically interesting. “‘Landed’ is one way to put it,” she commented, casting a momentary glance over her shoulder to the wreckage that lay beside them. With an optic ridge arced in question, she noted his features once more, curiosity biting her in the rubber aft as she awaited further explanation. It may have come off as rude, not introducing herself like so, but she was hesitant on spilling much information to the individual so suddenly.
{{ Assuming he is indeed close enough for one to observe said details. If not, I can edit it a bit. }}
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Post by Gnaw on Mar 2, 2015 23:58:42 GMT
The silent confirmation between the two’s intact states was more than enough. Aexissus would have said otherwise if it hadn’t been. Which meant there was no need for Gnaw to fret over her scrapes for the moment. Not that he had any medical training mind you, but it was better than lugging her chassis about on his back on the unknown world in the hopes they could find others without being shot at.
Red optics looked about with minor curiosity to their surroundings. Weathered stone, water and dirt. Along with a rather bright, shining star in the sky. An interesting world to say the least. As for the ship, well there was no worry about that. It had served it’s purpose in getting them down to the surface in one piece. What became of it or what remained of it was little concern to the Sharkticon. The ship’s last mention other inorganic beings upon the surface had caught his attention. Right before shifting all his thoughts towards the ever shrinking list of what console or wall he hadn’t bounced off of upon entry.
Only when she spoke did he look back to her form, optics carefully focused as she reminded him to take what ever he wanted out of their shuttle before they departed. A rough, quiet grunt of agreement came from him before he watched the femme begin the arduous task of hauling herself back into the warped hull of the ship for her personal items. The pause made the mech’s large brow plate arch in questioning, but her uncertain observation had his helm swiveling to follow her gaze.
It certainly wasn’t hard to see the other mech, clad in his white and black plating with his array of optics. Actually, he stood out like a sore thumb against the rocks and dark, greenish sandy dirt and fauna around his approaching form. Thick shoulder cables beneath heavy plates tensed slightly with reflex. Their usual touch down salutations were always less then friendly for the duo. However, his associate had yet to confirm if he should be swinging anything in mech‘s general direction, so he kept himself simply situated and pacified. For now.
The greeting made his brow plate dip towards his optics into a frown upon their greeter‘s approach, his mouth curving downwards as he strained to try and understand what the mech had just spouted off about. He was sure it was some sort of greeting; At least, the beginning of it had been. Maybe. His short spiked mowhawk adorned helm swiveled back and forth between the mech and the femme, looking for confirmation as she stepped back down to join him by the scraps of shuttle here and there, along with the twisted bulkhead that had once been the door. Well, she seemed receptive to his welcome, so it must have been fine for the time being. Although he could not understand a scrapping word coming out of his vocal processor. He had a feeling that wouldn’t be changing any time soon either.
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Post by Plexo on Mar 3, 2015 0:04:51 GMT
((No worries, he is. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to hear him speaking, since I didn't say he shouted.))
Knaught continued to make out the extra details of the femme and her companion, and arched a brow at the Sharkticon who seemed to be standing by her side. Knaught had once been an archivist not long ago, and he had read much about these 'Sharkticons'. They were usually quite brutal, not nearly as docile as this one seemed. Knaught was glad to see that the femme was not unkind about the way she returned her words, as some would be rudely staring at his facial appearance. The mech was only a few meters away from them now, quite close by definition, yet an arms swinging length away, since they were strangers to him, and vice versa.
Knaught's four barreled optic whirred again, examining the insides of the ship with his x-ray vision, and seeing the functions of the insides, which had been utterly desecrated. All the ship was good for now was scrap, unfortunately. Knaught was a bit of a mechanic, but he was not at all a Junkion. By far not. He was a theoretician, a medic, and an archivist by nature.
Knaught smiled back at the taller femme, tilting his helm in another form of polite greeting, since he believed in not being at all violent in his intents, unless he had to be.
"I do not seek to slaughter those who do not fulfill the role of the aggressor, or the heartless murderer. Looks art deceptive, and perhaps in thine case could be used to become seductive, but as I hath stated previously, I approach you without bearing arms."
Knaught spoke. On his back, there were two cannon like things, except it was the fact that they were null-rays, and weren't used too often. Knaught glanced at the femme again, the compliment he had kindly placed in his sentence may spark a slap or two, but he often stated what was on his mind, thus he ventured on in his verbal actions.
"Mine Designation be Knaught. Additionally, if thou desire to make any puns off mine name, commence thusly now, so that thou may spare me the burden of listening to such." Knaught said, his semicircle optic adjusting in a way that could tell anyone he was very used to people making puns out of his name, and the story was a very very old one. Knaught continued to seize up the femme and her companion, noting their color schemes, stature, and looks.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 3:14:48 GMT
Aexissus shuttered her optic lenses in what could’ve been considered a blink, glancing over to Gnaw and scrutinizing his facial expression for a brief moment before venting with a small smirk. Looking back toward the newcomer, she felt her hydraulics slack a bit in relaxation, fortunate that the other seemed quite friendly thus far. An optic ridge rose at the unexpected comment mashed into the first sentence, her mild amusement visible in her expression for a fleeting second as he finished.
“Refreshing,” she stated succinctly. Whether it was in response to the compliment or to the fact he had no intentions of blowing them up was for him to decide.
Searching his optics briefly, she vented, pivoting halfway to her right to view the spacecraft once again. He seemed impartial enough, and albeit that, it would ultimately prove to be better to have more allies than wandering around cluelessly—aimlessly at that. The Cybertronian’s final statement created an air of relief, too.
The femme shifted her jaw in contemplation, before turning back to the two and nodding slightly, reassuring herself. It seemed rather foolish to spill the beans so quickly, but it would’ve been even more incompetent of her to have ignored the situation entirely or remained silent. Of course, aside from the fact that no one with brains would've approached the duo looking for a fight.
“Aexissus,” she introduced, gesturing to herself before extending her free servo towards her companion, “Gnaw. Pleasure to be of your acquaintance, Knaught.” Certainly a not-so-typical introduction between the three of them, but if it worked it worked. “I could come up with quite a few,” she assured straightforwardly, “though I highly doubt you’d be interested in hearing them regardless.” Having cleared the air and clarified that no one was going to shred the other and bury them in tatters, she tipped her chin up a bit in a movement of curiosity, inquiring, “Are you at all familiar with this planet?” Other miscellaneous information could perhaps be touched upon later, unless he brought it up anyhow.
Ax didn’t intend to come off as flippant or hasty, but greetings had never really been on her strong side; the present situation made that a bit tougher as well. Aside from that, she was also quite keen on picking up more information on the planet—specifically Africa—before figuring out what to do next. On top of that, the mercenary didn’t feel very comfortable lingering in one spot for too long, especially on a foreign world. That was not to mention all the bounties located elsewhere on a global scale—the reason they had even come in the first place.
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Post by Gnaw on Mar 3, 2015 3:48:25 GMT
Back and forth between the two Cybertronians did the Sharkticon’s gaze sweep. Mostly to see Aexissus’ reaction to each flowery comment the other mech made to her. But more so to keep a wary optic on the white and black mech. Trust was not something Gnaw gave freely, even if their greeter did seem quite friendly. Then again, he was just trying to understand what the two were saying with their choice selection of words. Ax usually was kind enough to pick… simpler words for him. Else it usually just ended up with him staring blankly at her until she would reword it for him.
Still, the femme’s stance did relax before she began introductions, which meant he didn’t have to worry too much for now. Gnaw’s head bobbed in a half sort of nod, followed by a grunt at the mention of his name. Cables in his frame slackened slightly as he relaxed his stance, but that didn’t stop the Sharkticon from staring with guarded curiousity at the newcomer. Now and again, his gaze would wander back to the husk of what was once their shuttle or the lands around them. His interest tugged away by the sounds of metal pinging as it cooled or the exotic calls of the organic fauna in the distance. There was no doubt in his processor that they’d have to get moving soon. From a landing like that, it was sure to attract the curious attention of other prying eyes and optics.
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Post by Plexo on Mar 3, 2015 12:30:08 GMT
Knaught, exchanging a steady glance at the Sharkticon, wondered what rested behind the blank optics of the Sharkticon. He seems quite neutral, and non-egressive. Rare and strange qualities for the large mouthed ferocious beasts, who had been created by the Quntessons through mutations and such. Knight's attention was returned to the femme as she countered his own tongue with the best endeavors of her own. Knaught enjoyed a good talk as he loved a good vocabulary, and the femme was giving Knaught someone to temporarily reside in verbally since many tried to just talk normal with him. He had been on the planet for about thirty minutes, so when she asked about how much he knew he just cocked his helm as an owl does when it sees something interesting to set it's eyes on. Knaught was in no sense looking at Axissus like prey or someone beneath him, but he was not surprised by her own casual statement.
"I arrived upon this planet of rock and soil but less then twenty six hundred seconds ago, I had but bent mine intentions upon engaging in a simple stroll of exploration, and to mine surprise, for such an opposite planet in comparison to Cybertron, this organic 'Earth' bears fruits and life forms I have yet to examine and attempt to understand. "
Knaught said, his voice holding some vague regal features, though his voice was not at all rich or deep. He blinked after peering at the sky above, looking at the sun for a moment.
"An observation that may yet stretch into a hypothesis is that this planet is populated by intelligent life. As I ascended and descended the yon mountains which lay behind me, mine optics caught sight of what appeared to be miniature ruins consisting of material with qualities of stone. Encountering the natives and learning their culture and technology will be an event I shall look forward to, on mine own time of course. Now. What bring thee here, if thou had piloted this space vehicle, and indeed achieved thine landing, then thou hath thine own cause for approaching such a planet as this, be it true?" Knaught ended his small talk with a small inquiry, his curiosity getting the better of him.
He honestly wanted to find out about the inhabitants of this planet, and if they were organic like the creatures he had seen.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 4:40:39 GMT
{{ Apologies for the late response. Life hoots and hollers. }}
Aexissus dipped her helm in a bit of a nod, absorbing the information as he spoke. She noted his interesting way of conveying time, an optic ridge arced when he mentioned the natives. The mech’s fascination with the planet was something she’d not seen nor heard amongst the Decepticon ranks in her time served, optics shuttering in a blink. It was a tad refreshing to know that there was at least one Transformer on the planet who wasn’t pitbent on blowing everything and its carrier up. Speaking of factions, the three'd not exchanged theirs, though she saw little point in inquiring right then since he’d been non-hostile and seemingly hospitable thus far.
The question of why they had come to Earth in the first place did not take her by surprise, having expected it regardless of who they ran into. But the situation at hand seemed a little more touchy than she’d have liked. He had addressed that he meant no harm to non-aggressors, but whether or not the two hunters would be considered such was beyond her. The mercenary was unlike Lockdown in the sense that she was careful of what got in harm’s way, be it bystanders or humans, but she was quite guilty in terms of initiating a fight with a relenting target if she saw the need. Deciding it best to keep the details to a minimum, her gaze drifted to the ruined spacecraft for a few brief moments before it was averted back.
“I have reason to believe several refugees are residing on this planet currently. However, we lack a means of interstellar transport—” a teeny helm-jerk in gesture toward the craft, “—which would void any former plans for now. That leaves us with no other real options aside from gathering more information on the planet and its inhabitants at this point. Perhaps seeking out other Cybertronians, be them neutral or otherwise.” Ax’s optic shutters were narrowed ever-so-slightly, still observing the mech and keeping track of any body language he showed. More so out of curiosity than disregard or anything of the like, as she meant no disrespect.
“Regardless,” she interjected, “I do believe we lack the time to frolic around.” She knew not where the other mech was headed next, or if he felt like tagging along, but she wasn’t all that keen on sticking around in the middle of such an elevated area. The mountain itself was quiet and serene, but the areas below—who knew. According to the last information the ship had relayed before everything frizzed out, they were a tad surrounded by the local population. The mercenary didn’t much care to validate that theory, though.
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Post by Gnaw on Mar 9, 2015 4:57:36 GMT
Gnaw stood silently, letting the two more social bots discuss amongst themselves. He was happy to just watch the itty bitty white organic things float over head, flapping their appendages to stay airborne; Squawking with bright orange beaks as they circled above the water’s edge below. Aexissus would tell him when it was time to hit things or move on. For now, he could just relax and idle where he stood.
The sound of what he could only assume was the natives of the planet could be heard in the distance. Strange language. He wasn’t sure what the mechanical voice spouting ‘wee woo wee woo’ meant, but it must have been something important with how loud and annoying it was. At the tone of the femme’s voice cutting through the background noise, his head turned to look at her. His optics flickered in a slight blink, keen with interest at what she was planning for them.
He’d assume they’d move on, seeing as she had suggested grabbing their things and trekking onwards previously. To where, he had no idea. As for the multi-optic bot of white and black before them, he seemed of no threat for the most part still. If he was joining them, he had no idea, nor did it even cross his processor. That was for Ax to figure out.
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Post by Plexo on Mar 13, 2015 15:57:10 GMT
((I'll try not to slow you folks down too much more.))
Knaught nodded his helm in agreement to Axis, or that was what he mentally deemed would be her temporary nickname.
""I do concur that time perhaps is a luxury we cannot afford, not that we are only stock with meager opportunities at the particular instance, but it is, however that as an Autobot I believe that I, must inevitably rediscover where mine brethren dwell, by initiating a general search for them. Mine scanners are more adequate for searching then most, so if thou hast a specific someone thou seeks out as well, perhaps I can come into assistance here for thou."
Knaught offered, one of his three-servo digits gesturing passively at her and then her sharkitcon. Knaught did indeed hold pure intentions regarding giving them help, though eh knew they could do much without him in the first case. Nonetheless, he would try to give them a good turn because--as an Autobot, he needed to play the part of the helper, especially since he was a medic. Secretly he would scan both with one of his optics which whirled with his other three in one optic whole. He wanted the two in healthy conditions before seeing them off. Even though femmes and mechs alike these days could tend to themselves, and didn't need parenting, Knaught would take it upon himself to grant it in subtle ways at times. Even if the said femme had a sharkticon.
"Take no offense to my concerns for thee, it is clear to my vision and common sense that thou is still but little more then a foreigner to me, but I still prefer us to be on good terms if we are to be separated. Pardon my habit, but I endorse the path of making friends rather then a more violent and twisted method of dealing with new-comers." Knaught stated.
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