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Post by RedOptics on Jul 11, 2015 2:30:54 GMT
Optimus Prime... I don't know whether to hate that name or worship it.... She leaned against a building with her face in her arm sighing. It feels like I myself has been written out for me. Like nothing fits. But you, you can at least remember, an know the majority of your life. Pushing herself away from the wall, she left deep claw marks and crossed her arms to look at Knaught with an amused and slightly puzzled expression, You're a smart mech. How many estimated Autobots have left the cause, and how many non-bots have joined? I'd like to know. Something made her ask, and she wanted to push a bit away from feelings, though this was still connected.
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Post by Plexo on Jul 11, 2015 2:59:24 GMT
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Knaught was glad to see shows listening again. Deatheye was acting quite divided over how or what to do, so to get somewhere with this semi-emotionally unstable femme was good. Not that she was insane or bad, but she was just uncertain. That was it. her faceplate, her attitude and her presence was just loaded with it. Knaught stroked his chin thoughtfully at her question. As for Optimis? it was her decision whether to praise him or not.
"A smart mech? It would seem that way would it not?" Knaught said. he liked the compliment, it was somewhat flattering really. "Hmm. Autobots leaving the cause---Within mine records, there were very few. Mechs like Whirl have taken their absences frequently, but always rejoined. There are small amount of mech dn. memes deserting the Autobot forces since their are fewer Autobots then there are Decepticons. Years of slaughter have reduced Autobot numbers, any traitors or potential traitors were killed by Decepticons. Though heed mine words Deatheye--not all Autobots leave the cause due to treacherous inner-thinking or nature. Some---some Autobots are changed. They are captured," Knaught paused, his helm facing the ground, "Tortured," Knaught said grimly, now facing Deatheye, "Then reprogrammed into someone else. A normal symptom of this occurrence is the victim feels out of place, or out of touch for a long period of time. Subjects are usually told they were in stasis for centuries, or wounded, or recently found---all alibis of the Decepticons when they speak to these reprogrammed bots usually have to do with stasis. Decepticons are aware that the uttermost best kind of service is willing service--or they know a mech or femme is too intelligent to transform into a mindless drone, stripped of will."
Knaught paused, smiling at her with some sad traces. He knew it was a possibility. Her past actions had indicated this. She kept saying she felt out of place, she acted out of it, and she had taken her time to listen to him. She was also uncertain. Those were definitely the symptoms of being reprogrammed. Still, she could still be a Decepticon at heart, though the percentage of the likability was shrinking by the minute.
"Returning to our topic--I contain a record of mechs and femmes who have joined the Autobot cause. There is Skyspray, ex-Decepticon. Taggon, an ex-drone who seemed to be 'out of place' as well, there was Astrinal--a femme named Halberd, and countless others. A large handful of the Autobots most effective soldiers actually are of Decepticon origin. You may already know these names, but for different reasons." Knaught said. He had known these names thanks to his processor having automatic access to the Autobot records--he was literally a walking archive.
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 11, 2015 16:11:23 GMT
She looked at him like she had just witnessed a homicide. Reprogrammed.... Her servos then balled up and shook from how tightly she gripped nothing. Then the names settled in. Halberd... Taggon... why do their names set something off in me? Was it possible that they were good friends to her? There was a pause as she leaned against the wall, only to drag down and sit. Are there any bots archived as... MIA? She finally asked, her concerned gazed lifting to his.
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Post by Plexo on Jul 12, 2015 14:42:54 GMT
Knaught felt himself perk up slightly when the Decepticon continued to show interest in his words. he was hooking her attention, and getting her to ask questions. Maybe, just maybe she was an Autobot in that spark of hers. If so, then things were looking up. On the other servo, if this Decepticon was really a Decepticon, she was being set on the path of mental freedom and or truth. it was a win-win situation either way IF she did not tell a soul. He would tell her that before she left though...
"Autobots missing in action..." Knaught trailed off, his four-barreled optic whirling in focus. In his sight, a light of names in fine print was scroll through, and as he manned his special optic to do do, he listed the names off.
"Autobots missing in Action, listed from oldest to latest: Flare Striker, Azul Mirage, Sideswipe, Vaqus, and Diamond." Knaught read, glancing to her. He looked her over, "Unfortunately I do not have their appearances in my data banks, exclusively their designations." Knaught told her.
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 12, 2015 16:57:57 GMT
Diamond...? That name felt... real to her. One thing's for sure, she will not return to the Nemesis anymore. Looking at the sky, she saw the milky way as it reflected in her optics along with realization. He lied to me. He lied. She said in a voice that was so quiet Knaught probably couldn't hear. Deatheye, it had all been a lie. She wasn't that anymore. She wasn't a war machine, she hasn't been asleep for fifty years, she had no grand parents, she had no tires to the Decepticons anymore. It was all slowly coming back, growing up in a dying family, first Anticline, then Black Sunset... then lastly Halberd, who was slaughtered by her own servo. The femme was confused, the fake memories fighting her real ones. Squeezing her servos tightly, she opened them in front of he again and inspected them. Claws? Just like her sister's, then she dragged one down her face in disbelief.
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Post by Plexo on Jul 13, 2015 13:46:15 GMT
Knaught watched as Deatheye studied herself, as if things were dawning on her. Knaught saw the confusion, then the realization in her optics glow. As Primus would have it, he had found a reprogrammed Autobot it seemed, and was now working to redeeming her. Hopefully she hadn't done anything too dastardly. Even if so, Knaught would be willing to help her through. He turned his helm to the ground to give her a moment to piece everything together.
Now where was he? Oh yes. He was trying to find Autobots---out of all things to be broken, his transmitter had malfunctioned, which meant he had to locate Autobots by foot. Months had passed, but Knaught had managed to stay online and use his rations sparingly, and was walking the earth to find Autobots. Surely, they were out there. This Cybertronian had told him that they were definitely around, but where? Knaught tried to think. Where would the Autobots seek shelter? The Arc had to be around somewhere. No one simply hid a giant space ship that was meant to house an entire faction. Or was the ship underwater, or buried? He didn't know, and he couldn't say. It aggravated him, to now he was close to finding the Autobots, but could never find them.
Knaught had make the slightest shake of the helm at himself before looking to Deatheye.
"What doth thou believe is the best course of action for thou from this point?" Knaught asked curiously.
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 13, 2015 17:04:01 GMT
The femme would ponder his question for a moment, giving him a sideways glance before looking into a building. It was empty, nothing by plastic screens and rock that the wind blew, but she even saw a human's doll, an infant. He took all that I had left. Another hiss of her vents, and the sound of silence took over. I'm gonna kill him. But first, I need to pay a visit to my old home, though I highly doubt they'll still have the weapon I held. A curved-tipped awl wasn't her weapon. A scythe, and a sniper was her signature. How do I get there...? It was in the North western hemisphere... farther than this. Follow the sun, then make an estimated turn? Now she was lost in thought. She new where they were, but she couldn't comm. them. Not like this anyways. She'll need to prove that it's her somehow. My voice is still the same, isn't it?
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Post by Plexo on Jul 14, 2015 14:30:17 GMT
Knaught watched the femme assemble herself. She seemed to be getting her mind and priorities straight...killing was on her mind. Revenge was not a favored method of Knaught's, but honestly, he tried to avoid it. But he knew he had no space to talk. Once, he had become very angry with Cybertron's counsel, and had punched one of the lead senators right in the face. His maturity was about as good as this femme's in that sense.
"Tread carefully Deatheye." Knaught said quietly, as if he was concerned about what she would do. Knaught was not leaving, though he was considering doing so. Perhaps he could roam these fields, perhaps he could find others who would need help. This was just a small chance, but he could possibly stumble upon others, who could use the same help. Knaught blinked at this femme. he was unsure what to do as of now, which was rather unusual for him. "Would it be counted as all-swell if I travelled alongside thou?"
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Post by RedOptics on Jul 14, 2015 16:53:32 GMT
Deatheye stayed quiet for another moment, That is your choice. I do not choose for others. Then a small ironic smirk crept across her face, After all, even on the Autobots side I'm unranked. She would walk forward, truly giving him the decision to follow as her steps were at a normal pace. Then everything except the breeze was silent, with the occasional sound of cracking along the broken bases of the buildings.
Perhaps this was better, no one treated her as an equal, and in fact, the DJD would no doubt be on her aft now. Vos. That little wretched bot, has it coming. She thought with a small frown before returning the white static to her mind to regain peace.
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