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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 17:24:46 GMT
Nickel has her own modes, and turns into her own little ATV, which looks like a very small, very cute tank, and drives next to Skyspray, "There's another Autobot coming," she mentions, referring to the black fighter jet.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 6, 2015 20:45:49 GMT
Sky looked up as good as he could in tank mode and saw the incoming autobot. He just signaled that this was a good place to land before driving into the groundbridge. It would close after Nickel had followed. Where it lead was a surprise for her and it was probably a good idea that she followed.
Come now. Show you nice thing.
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Post by Soundwave on Sept 6, 2015 22:48:33 GMT
Flarewing transformed, landed, and started to look around.
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Post by Riptide on Sept 7, 2015 4:24:07 GMT
Meanwhile, a very, very drunk Riptide would be stumbling around outside the base. The mech had been going through a rough patch. He still hadn't gotten rid of the thoughts of what had happened in space so long ago...
~Hee hee, I think I see a butterfly, a cutie fly...~
The intoxicated mech thought as he slammed into a rock and went tumbling down the moutainside. He had been locked in his room, heavily drinking for who knows how long to try and get rid of the thoughts that plagued him. It was a surprise he wasn't dead from all the high grade, though the mech was notorious across the galaxy for being able to hold his liquor.
~This feels like some sorta painful roller coaster... a pain coaster! I gotta patent that... kids'll loooove it....
Was his deep thoughts as he finally rolled to a stop, right in front of Flarewing. Standing up and brushing himself off, Riptide looked at the feeme and raised an optic ridge.
HAvE I *burp* saW Ya befur? Ya new... or sumthin...?
He said before placing a servo on the feeme's shoulder and vomiting out a flood of energon. It was his body's way of cleansing itself. A weird side affect of his powers, he could never stay drunk for long. Shaking his head to clear it of grogginess, he would look up at Flarewing with a new clarity in his optics.
Did I just throw up in front of you? Oh Primus I'm sorry, I don't usually do that in front of pretty feemes.
He said with his trademarked smirk popping up on his faceplate. What the ladies mech didn't realize though was the energon still around his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 12:36:36 GMT
Nickel follows Skyspray, curious. The bridge closes behind her.
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Post by Soundwave on Sept 7, 2015 16:08:11 GMT
"Um...Right. Yes I am new here actually. She replied, taking a small step back.
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Post by sky on Sept 30, 2015 22:13:20 GMT
Crashlanding on Earth not too long ago, I try to find the autobot lair. Seeing smoke, I decide to go investigate. But seeing glowing, energon veins through the smoke, I hide nearby. I try to not let the bright blue glow of my eyes give me away, but it was hard covering them. I had blue plating, with light blue eyes. I had a thin frame, and I was no taller than Arcee. Although that's just what I expected, only being a youngling.
"H-Hello?"
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 1, 2015 4:30:25 GMT
((A small question here. Do you have an application?))
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Post by sky on Oct 12, 2015 0:28:33 GMT
((Lol I'm new so idk))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Oct 12, 2015 5:27:20 GMT
((I certainly recommend doing one before continuing to RP. Read the rules and make an application.))
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Post by Riptide on Oct 19, 2015 2:23:42 GMT
On an isolated peak sat Riptide, staring off into space. He had stopped getting so drunk every night and rarely hung around in the base. This was the most isolated he had been since birth. Normally this would be out of the ordinary for the mech, but he found it hard to even walk the halls in the base anymore. Seeing friends one day get turned into scrap the next. He had been questioning staying in the war for a while now, and tonight was the night the questioning came to an end, as something was about to happen that would give Riptide an answer.
Riptide sat with one knee up and the other leg laying flat. He forearm was resting on his raised knee and his chin on his forearm. His optics had been staring at the stars since they had come out that night. He was longing for the feel of traveling to each one of them, flowing through space like a pebble in a river. The ground beneath him became the leather captain's chair that he had sat in for so long. The space in front of him became the navi-comp and his knee the control stick. The sky above he imagined staring at through his view-port and in that moment Riptide felt at home. No war, no worrying, home.
Hoot! Hoot!
The sound of an owl hooting shattered his fantasy like glass and the area around him became Earth once more. And Riptide hated it. He was tired of feeling cooped up in base, no, cooped up on this planet. He longed for his ship, his view of the stars, and for... her.
A feeme's faceplate entered his mind, a frame of yellow around it which softly curved around her beautiful face. Her optics were sweet and green colored. Her mouth opened as if she were to say something but behind her a large shadow loomed. The shadow raised it's arms and in it an axe appeared. Riptide tried to scream at her Run! but she was too busy speaking in an invisible language. The language of the dead. The axe swung down and her pretty green optics turned blood red, the yellow frame around her silver faceplate melting down as if lava and Riptide watched in horror as the shadow overtook her and everything went black.
Riptide yelled as he woke on top of the peak. It was now early morning, the sun began to rise on the horizon. But Riptide couldn't look at such beauty, not now. He ripped open his chestplate and, venting heavily, looked down at his spark. It was colored like that of a blazing sun and pulsing at a rate faster than Riptide had seen. Two tendrils of light were reaching out from it, reaching towards it's lost mate. Riptide exhaled slowly and closed his chestplate, and then his optics. He felt the cool morning dew on the grass below him and baked in the calmness of the morning. That's when a small orb landed right next to his face.
Leaping up and drawing his cutlass, Riptide looked around wildly before looking down at where the orb landed. It floated up and a blue eye-shaped circle scanned him up and down.
Identification Required: Are you Captain Riptide?
The orb asked him in a metallic voice devoid of personality. Riptide exhaled and put away his sword. It was a standard communication drone, used by contractors to send out contracts. That way nobody could tap the comm and it was so small no planetary sensors could pick up on it.
Yeah, that's me. What's the message?
The orb's "eye" color changed to gray as it began to read off the message.
Hey hey hey kiddo! It's me, your Big Uncle Orro! Long time no see Rippo! Look, I'd love to catch up in person but I've got a problem which only you can deal with. I would call one of the big shots like Death's Head or something in on this but I know you've got that special touch no other hunter has got. I don't know what that is but you've got it kid!
"Big Uncle Orro" had no relation to Riptide himself. No, Orro was a weapons manufacturer who thought he had a family bond with every single person he came into contact with. Riptide thought it was a trait of the man's species, the porky Orlian people of Orla IV. They were a small-sized species with round bellies and short, pointy ears. They had large snouts and in a way resembled a pig, only bi-pedal and sentient.
Anyways kid, the job is this. You know how much I love to build my weapons, oh I love them like my own kids! Well ya see this new upstart crime organization known as the Silver Starz, that's with a Z by the way, not an S like civilized beings. No no, so these punks start ambushing my shipping barges and stealing my new weapons! They're costing me money, and that money can be used to build more weapons! Now, Imma need you to kidnap the leader of the organization and bring him to Big Uncle. That's it. If you accept this job you'll be paid hardily my friend. Think on it will ya?
The circle turned back to blue and the drone asked
Needed: Answer to Job Request?
Riptide thought about it. He didn't have a ship anymore and hell, he didn't have any way of getting one. Surprisingly though, he didn't feel like he'd regret leaving the autobots. Leaving behind the future pain of the war. In a way he felt happy to have that burden lifted. He had paid his debt to the Autobots, and now he had the chance to be free.
You can bet your shiny aft I accept!
Response: Yes. Calling down transportation immediately. Drone 709 shutting down...
The drone's blue eye shut off and it fell to the dirt with a thud. Riptide looked to the sky and raised an optic ridge in question.
Calling down transportation?
That's when he saw it, a red streak in the sky. Like a comet it raced towards him, and Riptide's grin grew even larger. It was his old ship, The Wavelength and he was overjoyed that Orro had kept it and was giving it back for him to use. It stopped in front of him, floating to the side of the peak. The entrance ramp lowered and Riptide took one last look at the Earth's rising sun. A new day was rising for the world, and for Riptide. He then boarded the ship and the ramp slid back in with the door hissing to a close. The ship angled upwards and blasted off, leaving the side of the peak charred. Soon, the ship was a dot on the sky...
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Post by Pyro Master Burn Shot on Oct 26, 2015 6:25:39 GMT
Driving down a highway heading toward the mountains, a missile truck could be seen, the driver of the vehicle seemed lost, as if he'd been looking for something. The Truck was mostly grey with faded red and orange flame designs all over it, it was odd for a military vehicle to have such a paint scheme, but no one seemed to question it. Coming to a stop, at the base of the mountains, panels on the truck began to open, and shift. Eventually the vehicle began to change shape, and formed a 30 ft robot. The mech looked quite old, and rust had started to settle in on his armour, the mech vented before speaking to himself.
Well, if I don't find any other bots out here, I might as well give up looking. I'm starting to think leaving Cybertron when I did was a bad idea.
The mech would convert is servo into a blow torch, and used the other to pull a cigar out of his subspace. Placing the Cigar in his intake, the mech woul then lite it with the blow torch. The mech would then proceed to continue his search for other Autobots on foot. Unaware of how close he was to the base.
The missile launcher on his back split, and would slide into place over his shoulders, Burn Shot would fire four missiles in the air, all making colourful explosions, almost like someone blew up a crayon factory. He then sent out a com to any other Autobots in the area.
:: This is pyrotechnician Burn Shot, Don't worry, those explosions weren't enemy fire, I'm just trying to signal my location. If any Autobots see the pretty colours, com me back, or set off a signal of your own. Just don't try to one up my fireworks show. ::
For the sake of doing it the old mech fired off four more missiles, only this time, they were fired in a pattern, and the combined explosions formed an autobot symbol.
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Post by Sinn on Jun 4, 2016 23:22:26 GMT
High over the jagged, snow-flecked peaks of the Rocky Mountains, a burning shape fell. It was the size of a small house, and so irregular in shape that it tumbled, emitting Sparks and flares of light as it dropped towards the earth at a shallow angle.
There was a tremendous CRACK as it slammed through a rocky peak, breaking away the top of the mountain, and sending hundreds and hundreds of tons of rock shooting in all directions.
Much of its momentum spent, it slammed into the foothills below the shattered peak, citing a great crater, and sending a great geyser of earth and trees and snowfall sky high.
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