Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on Apr 11, 2015 18:37:20 GMT
Located in the deepest regions of the Nemesis far away from the stockades, Harbinger's Armoury is a massive area sectioned off from most of the Nemesis due to it's valuable holdings. It is a room that functions both as Harbinger's own personal quarters as well as a testing area for his toys. The entrance way is through a reinforced sliding blast door capable of withstanding the firepower of a small army, ironically exactly the amount of firepower that is held within. To enter a user must have the right codes, which are only held by Harbinger as well as the current commander although either are allowed to give the code out.
Within the Armoury a number of relics line the left side of the rooms wall. They're considered trophies of Harbinger's and as such protected by a laser grid that requires a code that only Harbinger himself possesses. In the middle of the room lays a large forge surrounded by numerous useful devices what can assist in the creation or maintenance of new products such as armour and weapons. On the right side is a large section off area what provides Harbinger's own personal firing range, will at the very back of the room a large capsule exists created specifically to house Harbinger's frame when he is in stasis.
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Vos
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Post by Vos on Sept 18, 2015 14:50:12 GMT
Cut-Up turned through the quarters of the Decepticon halls in his alternate mode, powering himself through hallway after hallway, ignoring any stop signs his piloting guiding him to a large door firmly shut. The vehicon quickly transformed, the yellow scar-painted soldier skidding to a halt, but despite his agility and his dependable breaks, he still slammed into the door some. Cut-Up's weak spark sputtered within him, making the vehicon groan, clanking to the floor for a minute. it wasn't the Dead end Cut-Up was worried about...his spark had a habit of spontaneously dimming in power and brightening, the pressure he could put on it constantly uncertain.
Cut-Up knew he was being followed, or would be, but he just pulled himself to his peds. His visor detected weapons behind the barrier, and weapons were what he needed. For additional power and all that riffraff. The vehicon coughed some, before sending another super-heated buck-shot at what he knew for sure was a security camera with his flak canon. The vehicon reconverted his canon back into an arm, before igniting his rockets to fly upwards, where a vent awaited him. he slowly and steadily removed the lid, before entering the network of vents, and closing it behind him. The seeker bent his wings low, and crawled through the vent's cavernous feel to navigate where the armory would be. Sure enough, another lid was in sight. Cut-Up repeated the same process he had used upon entry, exiting and sealing the lid behind him, landing, using his rocket engines to hover to the floor gracefully.
Well I'll be. It was dark and dank, as if someone had forgotten to keep on the lights. Cut-Up simply activated his night-vision mode on his visor, and kept his sharp audios keened as he stepped forward, already finding a shelf of fancy-looking weapons in front of him. He read their tags, and slid one large bulky weapon after another in his subspace. What the frag he was holding? Cut-Up caught a few names like 'particle disruptor' and other complex-sounding stuff. Ammunitions were also pocketed and loaded.
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Post by Vos on Oct 16, 2015 14:52:49 GMT
Cut-Up chuckled to himself, as he continued to shove more and more equipment into his subspace. Large-bazooka looking thing? Yeah, that fitted right in. Blue-prints for advanced weaponry? His. Potentially good armor? Keepers. Additional axes and sharp objects to put on his person and ammunition for his won weaponry? It would follow him home. There'd be no need to ask his mother if he needed to keep it. Then there were a few additional utensils which he found could be useful, and he replenished his supply of any throwing weapon he had. There seemed to be little who followed him.
Then, he came across something quite interesting. It was blue-prints or plans for a spark-booster--something to give one's spark extra energy. Cut-Up felt his spark tremble within him, literally, it's unstable light causing him to falter for a moment, before he stored away the blue prints. Locating resources for these would be something else: A brisk Journey to the labs would do the trick. maybe. Though with all the guns and armor he'd crammed in his subspace, Cut-Up was sure he was good. For now. Maybe he'd gotten a bit greedy with all this stuff, but he would take what he could get. Now, he'd need some energon to run off of while he was shooting out on his own.
Cut-up gave off a sigh once he heard the rattling of engines in the distance. They were coming for him. Back into the vent he went, applying his grappling hook to get him inside, before crawling off for another location.
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