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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 22:53:59 GMT
A swirling vortex appears in middle of the european woods. in the middle of the light, a skinny silhouette appears, looking like a stickman wearing a hat. When the mechanic living forml waks outside from the groundbrige, it would look less skinny, but that difference is minimal. To add more unusual features, the mech has the lower jaw uncovered. The metal skull of the mech was partially exposed, making him to look like a living skeleton in a black suit and for last, a spiky moustache.
The ground bride disappears once Rifle stepped out, but that wasn't his priority. Everything around him was white, brown and dark green. For mutiple reason, Rifle didn't wanted to think it was another part of Europe. Every accident he has lived had happened in the European fields. Shaking his head, Rifle would stop being suspicious.
The golden optics of the mechs looks his surrounding has his metalic moustaches shakes. He isn't sure if someone is around or not, but given by the big amount of threes, the Mercenary would stand in his robot mode, but in case to find an enemy, a human, or a train rail, he would transform as soon as possible.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 14, 2016 23:04:36 GMT
How long have we been lost out here? Flywheels asked.
"I don't know. How can you not find a road? Flywheels said. He sat in jet mode not too far from it, having been unable to find himself. For all he knew, if he'd been the bloody tank, he'd have found the road already. Something came on to his radar. And the tanks.
Do you see that?"
"When'd we get the blinky thing?"
"I don't know."
"Well, can you at least try to find me again? If I could fly this wouldn't be a problem."
"And if I had treads I'd be at the road already." The jet hovered up. "Let's meet at the blinky thing."
"It's moving though!"
"Just follow it!" Flywheels took off into the sky, creating a sonic boom. Flywheel's tank mode now had a direction. And left behind him a large deforested patch where he'd manage to go in circles.
"Fine, fine. Keep your thrusters in your feet."
"I don't have feet!"
"And I don't have arms." Flywheel's rumbled, dropping down more tree's.
"I hate him so much."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 23:16:29 GMT
Rifle would shiver a little. He never liked low temperature in comparison of his old friend (yeah, that pale aberration in the signature picture). Trying to keep his engines working to keep his internal parts warm, the mech would continue on his way, wandering without a direction. The Silence of the place is perfect to think unless...
What is that?
His face turns at the origin of the noise. The trees won't help to see any potential enemy/customer. But he would pick his hybrid rifle and load it with a small pack of bullets made for himself. Rifle would stay in silence, trying to catch the noise with a better detail. That sounds like voices, but he would start being suspicious again.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 14, 2016 23:21:48 GMT
Flywheels followed the blinking thing, narrowing it down to a circle. Which he circled over. It might have been more menacing if he could make an actual circle instead of a wobbly oval in the sky.
I found the blnky thing!" He yelled over his comm.
"What is it?"
"Frag if I know. I can't see it from all the bio-sticks."
"I'm almost there." The tank rumbled, crashing through the tree's and clearing a path. With a clearing now made, the jet dropped in and hovered over the tank and in front of the funny looking mech in front of them. Jet and Tank looked at it.
"Who the frag are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 23:46:11 GMT
RIfle steps back at the sudden entrance of the tank and the jet. He would think they are human technology, but then he remembers the human machines can speak like the dou did. Before to say I'm Blackhertz, one of the greatest tenors of Cybertron, Rifle remembers he only can be know by his nickname.
Hehe, Everybody knows me as RIfle, but I can be everything you want. What are you doing wandering in this cold place. I don't want to see you turning into an ice cream.
He tried to act and sound friendly, he doesn't want to lost potential customers. Then, he play a little with his assault rifle before to turn at the vehicles.
So, is in there something you're looking for?
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 14, 2016 23:55:56 GMT
"What the frag is ice cream?"
"I don't know. Look, let's become one and talk to this Rifle."
"Can he be our gun?"
"Who knows." The jet hovered over purple tank and four chains shot out and connected to four ports along the tanks track covers. They latched and the jet transformed into the thinner upper body common in Seekers. Though only half and with a spine hanging down that latched into the tanks turret port. Then the jet threw on the thrusters and lifted as the lifted up. The spine got shoved in as the two guns became one and was taken in hand. The tank became feet and armored up the lower torso of the jet. The transformation was nearly finished.
"We...I am..I am Flywheels. Decepticon Hunter!"
"What do we hunt?"
"Things! Now shut up! The Rifle is being nice."
"Now. I am looking for more Decepticons. Have you seen any?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 1:03:23 GMT
Rifle got a bit suprised when both vehicles transformed into one mech, just like a combiner would do, but less powerful and intimidating. Anyway, The 36 feet tall mech squats a ittle to see the face of the mech with a better detail. The skully face makes him look like if he were smiling the whole time, even if he doesnt, but if he had his faceplate completed, I bet RIfle woud smile, but everything that can be noticed are his teeth and that weird moustache.
I haven't seen those dudes lately, at least, for the latest weeks, but if you have something to offer me, I would try to move mountains and oceans to find your workmates...
The last time he saw a decepticon was a long time ago in the russian lands. An unpleasant moment to the Rifle's memories. Trying to be professional with his 'job, He would try to find alternatives to please the mech only if hes able to pay.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 15, 2016 1:14:56 GMT
"Dudes?"
"I think he might be crazy."
"Does he think we're short?"
"SHUT UP!"
"NO!"
"What can we offer you?"
"We kill things."
"We find them first."
"Then we kill them. Yes."
"We're lost."
"No we aren't!"
"Then what are we?"
"Not where we want to be idiot."
"So. We're not lost. We just can't find what we're looking for. Do you have a blinky thing?" The mech shuddered as the other components growled at each other. Then Flywheel's grinned. He hadn't really noticed the new mech. He raised a finger and tweaked the thing on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 1:30:55 GMT
The moustache moved to get the dirty fingers of Flywheels away. Rifle steps back and slaps the Fly's servo. It wont be a strong slap since the RIfle's servos are weak, on in words of Whiteclaw, they would be 'doll hands'.
Haven't seen one of them before? That's a shame.
The jaw would continue showing a smile, but his optics would reflect a bit of his anger since he's not wearing his glasses today.
That is my moustache, please, don't try to touch it. It's a lack of consideration and respect, but I think it's amazing enough to make you wishing you had one of it already, or at least to touch it. Oh, you'll make me blush, if I were able to do so.
Then, the mercenary remembers the goal of his trip and tries to turn the conversation in another direction.
I do everything you want only if you're able to give me something, credits, money, weapons, living property, objects, everything that can be touched.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 15, 2016 1:41:56 GMT
"Does it talk?"
"Why would it talk?"
Maybe it's silent but violent. Maybe-"
"Oooh. A stealthy, but silent killer!"
"Does it come off? Can you throw it at things?
"Can it fly?"
"Why would it fly?"
"You can fly and I can't."
"Oh yeah." Flywheel's looked thoughtful, partially ignoring rifle as he argued and talked with himself. All could be heard as he didn't care. He then looked at Rifle again.
"Do you need somebody found or killed?
"Please say killed, please say killed."
"Please say found, please say found."
"SHUT UP!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 1:58:30 GMT
Rifle stood motionless for three seconds. Fly has ignored him, and that would affect a bit of his ego. Also, they have forgot the part of 'money-trade'. The current attempts has been fruitless at all, and everything he got was a serie of critique about his moustache. He would try to make a last effort before to take them as lost customers.
Well, my moustache and I say: if you wan to go back with the others cons like you, you need to pay me. OK? Nothing in this life is free.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 15, 2016 2:09:22 GMT
"Ummmmm." Flywheel's said. He rubbed his head. Then his waist. Then he lifted up his large foot (good for stomping) and scratched the treads too. "How many things do we..I... need to pay you with?"
"He said something about credits and money things. Oh! Weapons."
We only have one gun between us." Flywheel's pointed out.
"Oh, yeah. Problem."
"Do we have credits? And if we do, how many?"
"Maybe a lot?" Flywheel's said hopefully.
["What about energon?"
"Don't I need that to live?"
Yes."
"We appear to be in one of those sticky things."
"A hole?"
"Yeah! So, um, RIfle Gun. I and the rest of me, we, may have those credit things. So, how much to find more Decepticons like us."
"Not exactly like us."
"We're special." Flywheel's nodded happily.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 14:15:27 GMT
Rifle was getting tired, everything he wants is the money of the mech, if Fly had money, or anything that can be sold later.
I'll offer him bit of trash that can be useful, at least a couple of times. I need to keep a bit of space to better things.
Rifle checked in his garbage section inside his subspace pocket. In there was a small radio with a small decepticon logo on it. It was almost out of batteries, maybe it would have enough to send a couple of messages before to be totally obsolete.
See, I found something, With this you can locate and be located by your comrades in seconds. You only have to synchronize it and then you would probably appear in the decepticon radar, but, how what would you offer for it?.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 15, 2016 17:07:29 GMT
"Magic" Flywheel's said, smiling. He shifted his big feet in the snow, slightly suspicious (of what, he didn't know, he never knew). He made sure he was set in such a way that the tank could spring out and run over Rifle's feet and crush him if things went wrong. Then, finish crushing him. Or kick him. The options were many. Or, they were many to him. He held his plasma rifle just a little over Rifles shoulder as he looked at the radio in his hand.
"I have no idea of what you just said."
"I do! It's a thing for the blinky thing!"
"How?"
"Magic. Like the blinky thing."
"I'll take the magic thing. For...um...this." He searched around, rifle in his hand swaying dangerously close to Rifle's head and his finger close to the trigger. He opened up a port and there was much rattling. He held out several stolen credit chips, taken from bodies, a few bolts, a candy wrapper and one rather confused rabbit.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 23:27:48 GMT
Rifle would feel the tip of his pede being under the Fly's smurf foot . He steps quickly with a bit of pain and moves the radio away from the Fly's range and weapon, hopefully.
Mental note, I think I have to make a new category of unwanted customers.
He extends the other arm at the mech.
Ok, give them all and I'll give the radio, ok?
The moustaches shakes again. It would be a sign of disturbance since Fly is become more awkward than expected. Even, if Rifle is being generous at don't asking for a higher amount of money.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 15, 2016 23:44:41 GMT
"Um. Deal!" He said, putting the various things in Rifles hand.
"Now, we can find more like us."
"It will be fun."
"And then we can find new things to hunt and kill!"
"Just hunt."
"Kill!"
"Find Battletrap."
"Do we have to?"
"Yes, I have to."
"Frag."
((OOC: You gain, 3471 Credits (some with energon on them), four bolts, one transformation cog (don't ask), one Energon Goodie wrapper and one confused rabbit that somehow ended up in the tanks exhaust.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 0:08:21 GMT
(And you got and Obsolete Radio! Just post on the Nemesis communication center. I'm not responsible of the results. Also, is the rabbit dead or alive?)
God, you have done the best choice!
The dark mech picks them and saves them quickly into his subspace. Then, Rifle gives the radio with a business card on it. He was doubtful to give the card to Fly, but maybe it would end in hands of another decepticon that would hire him. The card says:
If you need a Mercenary, a Sniper or/and a good guitar player, just call me and my ass will be yours. Your friend, Rife Comm number:78634985.....
Well, do you need something else?
Frag! Silly me, I didn't had to ask that..
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 16, 2016 0:14:13 GMT
((The rabbit is not cooked yet. Hence it's confusion. It still probably has more idea of what's going on then Flywheel's does.))
"I always make the best choice. Do I need anything else?" Flywheel's said as he took the radio and card. He considered, putting his gun up over his shoulder and looking at the sky.
"No."
"Don't think so."
"Oh, yeah. If you ever come across a helicopter flying thing and a jeep, that's Battletrap."
"You should run."
"You should run very fast. Or fly."
"Flying would be best."
"But if you see him. Tell him his 'brother' is here. Thanks for your help Rifle the Gun."
"Then run."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 0:37:26 GMT
(Well, I'll say it's alive, I have some plans to do with an alive pet)
Rifle didn't pay attention since it didn't involved anything as a benefit. He had to be supposed to be happy after a long time without customers, but he feels a bit uncomfortable. At least that worthed, partially.
Adiós, espero verlos después, o mejor no... Whatever... Good bye!
He runs away and waves his hands until get lost in middle of the trees. RIfle transforms into his blackbus mode and leaves the please as soon as possible. The vehicle would head to the closest highway, looking for a better place to get a groundbridge.
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Post by Flywheels & Battletrap on Jan 16, 2016 0:43:57 GMT
"He was nice."
"Yeah."
"So?"
"Give me a minute." Flywheel's said. He shook the radio. Then he bit the radio. He shook it again. Then he put his gun away and used both hands and sent a pulse through it. It buzzed to life and he jumped. Or, made an attempt to. The earth shook a little and snow fell off of the tree's.
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