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Post by Oracle on May 7, 2015 0:24:20 GMT
When Watchman first arrived on Earth, he arrived in the fiery explosion of his once great and massive ship, The Ramshell. Now, buried under the piles of dirt and rocks it plummeted into, the entire ship serves as a massive, broken, rusty cave system still containing some relics of the now ancient days when it was in full use. Now, though, it has been inhabited by a strange mech named Oracle. This mech is wired to the ship, as if he weren't, he would die. The caverns are now full of cables and pumps, all hooked into this mech, keeping him alive, but making him unable to leave. The strangest thing about the mech is he always covers his body with a ragged homemade cloak, and his face with a metallic mask. The ship is open to any Autobots, but all should be warned that this mech can be unstable, although very intelligent.
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Post by Oracle on May 7, 2015 0:27:06 GMT
Deep in the bowels of the dimly lit ship sat Oracle. He sat on the bridge, using what was once the ship's monitor as his computer terminal. He sat at it, typing away as he looked through the files of the Ramshell and, more improtantly, the personal files of Watchman prior to his demise. He examined them closely. He had been waiting a long time. Too long. He wanted to make his presence known soon, but in a spectacular way.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 13, 2015 1:06:23 GMT
They'd been walking for an eternity in their minds.
The dysfunctional mechanic; the lost navigator. Two of a kind, unified by their uniquely ironic circumstances they'd found themselves under. As GriefAura's peds fell into the thin top layer of snow, a small, hollow crunch accompanying each step, the blue blur of Summoner's disguised form hovered just over his shoulder. Armor rattling, the mech's frame had been shrouded by a veneer layer of pogonip. Ice was building up around his joints- but nevertheless, he pressed onward. They were nearing their destination.
"Almost there?" the sound of GriefAura's rough vocals broke the silence of the Alaskan wilderness. "Nearly. About fifty more feet before the first breach," came the cheery response of his tiny companion. Her voice was, in comparison, a soothing, pristine, soft voice that could have calmed even the most restless of warriors in their day.
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Post by Oracle on Jul 13, 2015 1:19:21 GMT
Inside of the metallic caverns, three figures could be seen silhouetted in the flickering lights of the once great ship. They walked, and as the lights flickered, the leading mech could be seen. His body was falling apart and broken, his spark chamber exposed with a very weak spark, and every part of his body was connected to the ship he lived in either by wire or cable. He turned to face his companions, one optic cracked, the other flickering as meta shavings fell off of hiM with every movement. He only barely resembled his original form, the form of Watchman.
How goes work on the gyro gravitational systems?
Slowly, sir. replied the first drone, one of two who was following him. We have found numerous breeches in both the coolant systems and the shield generators.
Prioritize the gyros. I'm tired of walking at a slant.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 13, 2015 1:41:49 GMT
It took the pair only a few minutes to reach the closest breach in the ship's hull to them. Summoner was beginning to get a bit antsy, as made manifest by her rapid, jittery movements in the air. The blue blur of holographic light around her flowed like the harsh, angry waters of the shoreline, lapping against the sandy beach. GriefAura had spent enough time with her. He knew what that meant. The old-timer let out a long, exaggerated vent as his gaze settled on the small, blue, floating form of Summoner, and he shook his helm lightly, a faint smile crawling over his worn faceplate's features.
"You really wanna hear it again that badly, huh?" he asked, voice drifting off wearily; it had been a longer journey than either of them bargained, and he wasn't sure that he had it in him to share the story again with his excitable company- but for her, for whatever reason, he thought that he could muster the strength to do it one last time before they reached their destination. "Yes, please," she responded, voice raising in eager anticipation of what had become her favorite story from the older mech. GriefAura chuckled softly, venting again. Warm air pushed out of his intake, forming small, white clouds of vapor in front of his faceplate. "Alright then." One ped fell silently through the gap in the Ramshell's hull, and instantly the world grew a bit brighter. Despite having crashed, numerous passageways blocked; pathways hindered every other turn by impressively sized stalactites and large boulders, rubble varying in size from unshakable, solid walls to small piles of gravel accumulated on the metal floor of the ship's halls- GriefAura still knew the ship as if it were his own.
"He was the best fraggin' pilot I knew-" "Language," Summoner interrupted with a restrained giggle. He did his best to ignore her. "-Best pilot I knew, and a navigator, too. Least, that's how I remember 'em bein' like. Twice the savvy captain I'll ever be, and just as good a fighter... thought that didn't take much, heh." "Watchman'd joined me on a million fra-... a million adventures. We fought the likes of the gods themselves together, and we always came up triumphant. His science, and my tech, travellin' the stars in the Ramshell and the Torch... we were immortalized in the legacies of our accomplishments, though no one'll ever know just to what extent we've changed the cosmos with our four servos alone, nothing else to aid us."
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Post by Oracle on Jul 13, 2015 1:50:23 GMT
Watch and his two drones silently walked through the halls, until the sound of pedesteps and voices were heard nearby. He froze in place and gestured for the two drones to leave. He pulled out his small blade, the only weapon he could hold now as he walked to where the noises were coming from. Cables laid all around the ship shifted and moved with every step he took, which would be noticeable to the observant. He peered around the corner into the hallway the two new arrivals occupied, and could barely see their silouhettes in the brightness of the white snow behind them. The voice of the larger mech was...familiar. He struggled for moment...Grief? That couldnt...it was then that the headache set in, as a loud ringing went off in his ears and his head started to feel like it was split open...more so than it actually was. He fell from his hiding spot and dropped his blade, collapsing in full view of the two as he grabbed his helm and cried out in pain.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 13, 2015 2:24:52 GMT
Optic adjusting while the two of them entered even further into the old, damaged ship, GriefAura's quiet ped steps were drown out by the sound of his wistful, grainy voice.
"Can't remember how many times I saved his af- *ahem,* backside." Summoner smirked when she noticed him catching his bad habit and stopping it short. There was a noticeably stronger smile on his faceplate as he spoke fondly of his old friend. Summoner hovered silently by his side. No one would have seen it, but her optical slits almost seemed to be beaming, shining as though from excitement from GriefAura's tales of the distant past.
"And this... this is the Ramshell," he concluded, stopping in place and planting both servos at his waist, admiring the old, broken-down ship's weathered interior. Small spots of water drizzled down his tattered, scuffed, and scraped up armor as the pogonip previously having coated his body began to melt. Summoner looked all around her, tiny body writhing energetically as she took in every feature- every detail that the dully lit hallways had to offer her.
"I'm ho-" GriefAura was cut off by a figure falling in front of him. Orange optic flaring, a grimace instantly replaced the smile his features had once held, and GriefAura's servo strayed quickly from his hip to one of the weapons at his side, gripping onto the handle and steadying itself there. The femme jumped- or at least, made a jerking motion that greatly resembled jumping- nearly hitting her helm on the wall of the hallway's extremity before she darted beside GriefAura, hovering just next to his servo. Her holograms shifted, and a bright holographic image was projected over the fallen figure to illuminate his features entirely. For a brief moment, GriefAura assumed that some decaying piece of the wall had flaked off, but upon closer examination- and with the aid of the mech's cries- GriefAura recognized the decaying subject to be some kind of mech.
"Behind me, Nav," he barked a hushed order to his smaller femme companion, and she obeyed, immediately hiding behind his form. The illumination she'd provided disappeared with her soft, blue glow, and GriefAura tore the weapon he held from his side, pointing it at the fallen mech.
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Post by Oracle on Jul 21, 2015 1:44:27 GMT
A loud ringing persisted from the mechs audio devices, and his helm was hurting. Light sparks could be seen shooting from the hole in his helm as he clutched it tight. After a moment of the mech writhung in pain, the ringing slowly settled down. He remembered...the voice...of course. He chuckled weakly and raised up his hands in a sign of peace.
Heh...c'mon Grief...you were just saying such nice things about me, then you go and point a weapon at me. How rude.
Watchman looked up at his old friend and colleage, his broken faceplate finally revealed in the dim and blinking light.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 21, 2015 2:15:40 GMT
"This place should be abandoned. You said so yourself. You weren't picking up any life signs," Grief whispered coarsely back to the tiny femme concealed behind his dirty, dripping wet frame. Standing still and staring the mech lying before him down, a small pool of muddied water began to gather beneath him.
"There were no signs- I'm sure of it. Wait... no, no, it's very very faint. He must be on his last legs if-" Summoner's much softer whispering was cut off by Watchman, his voice barely recognizable from the years of estrangement from his once companion.
GriefAura's servo gave a single, unsteady tremble. His weapon nearly fell from his grasp, and he barely managed to catch himself before his equipment was allowed to fumble carelessly.
"No... fraggin' half-clock, it can't be you," Grief spoke in disbelief, giving a slow shake of his helm. Optic flaring a brighter shade of orange as it forced itself to observe more closely, GriefAura's peds shifted to bring him lurching forward. Summoner fluttered silently behind him, flabbergasted; lost for words. Unlike the bewildered mech, however, she hadn't the faintest clue as to who this scrappy mech was. She'd never met him. It took a few more moments for the mechanic to gain his wits, staring at his former friend with his jaw hanging, intake agape as his demeanor betrayed how absolutely assaulted he'd been by the unexpected find within the bowels of the Ramshell.
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Post by Oracle on Jul 21, 2015 2:23:03 GMT
Actually, it can. The miracles of science. Hey, old friend.
Watch chuckled weakly and then coughed up energon, a few scraps of his metallic flesh falling off as he did. He then stood and smiled, the cables that lined the floors of the entire Ramshell shifting as their connector point, Watch's spark, moved with Watch. He walked up, slowly, as to not pose any threat. He looked too weak to hurt anyone anyway, and being able to hide a weapon on his decaying body was near impossible. A giant gash on the side of his faceplate left a large holet from his mouth to his chin, giving him an almost rictus grin, yet it could be seen that he was happy, happy to see his old friend.
Well well, I get an artificial companion in the form of Midna and you just HAVE to copy me. Who's this?
He laughed and gestured to the small floating light.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 21, 2015 2:40:14 GMT
"You look slaggin' worse than I do," Grief said with a hearty, girthy laugh. The weapon at his hip was returned to its place just as quickly as it had been drawn, and it was obvious that Grief was completely disarmed by the sight of Watchman. "Mmmph. Makin' me look good, pal. That's a first." The blue, fluttering femme floated over Grief's shoulder and back into sight, making a subtle motion that signified her exchanging glances between the two mechs. She didn't have the chance to scold GriefAura yet again about his foul mouth, the mechanic too enthused to catch up with his scientist friend to wait for such a meaningless argument.
"This? As if, fragger. You wish I would copy off of you- we both know it'd come out lookin' twice as good as anything you'd cook up. Her name's Summoner. A navigator AI. I just call her 'Nav,'" Grief sputtered, bridging the gap between him and Watchman. Though in a decaying, frail, and apparently old body, Watch was still taller than Grief. "I uh, found her, actually. In the hull of an old ship I was holed up in for a while. An ancient ship, coincidentally. Her tech is... advanced, to say the least. I don't even know how I was able to get her up and working again."
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Post by Oracle on Jul 21, 2015 2:44:25 GMT
Watch looked at Summoner and smiled, giving a light wave.
Nice to meet you Summoner, I'm Watchman.
He tried to smile wider, the act obviously being hard in him as it could crack his body if he smiled too hard. He then looked to Grief and chuckled a little bit, nodding slightly.
Yeaaah...my current condition is...unfavorable. I guess that's what happens when you become Prime, die, and then get brought back to life by your own AI daughter in some insane Frankenstein's Monster fashion. My little mad scientist, all grown up.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 21, 2015 2:58:22 GMT
While his servos reflexively slid over to his hips to rest, Grief's weight shifted from one ped to the other. He didn't notice that he was now standing in a sizable pool of dirty water, but thankfully, the water had nearly all expelled from his armor. Any of the few remaining droplets ran no risk of rusting after things were over, as cold as his frame still was.
"It's nice to meet you as well," Summoner responded politely, bobbing up and down quickly. None of her features could be defined with the naked optic while she shrouded herself with her holographic glow, but her rapid movements were more than enough to give off the cheery, positive vibe that was permanently stuck to her features.
"'Unfavorable,' heh. I'd sa... wait, what the frag did you say?" Grief shook his helm more, tilting his helm to the side. "Prime's uh... a long step from just bein' captain of this barge, Watch. And Midna... Ryalus Watch, is she really?"
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Post by Oracle on Jul 21, 2015 22:57:26 GMT
Oh yeah. Got merged with Helix, if you remember him, little wolf kid who helped us build her body. They had two kids by now. She owns and runs a bar and arcade back at the Autobot base now. Ironic, isn't it?
He chuckled and then smiled up happily at Summoner. He then turned back to Grief and sighed, shrugging.
As for my Primehood...yeah...well, look where that got me, huh?
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 21, 2015 23:12:57 GMT
"I don't, coinci-"
"Kids? You mean younger Cybertronian specimins, ah! I happen to love those specimins. They're always so cheery and positive, and oh, the curiosity! I seriously believe that they're the only-" "Shove it, Nav-" GriefAura interjected fruitlessly, "living beings I've come across whose levels of curiosity surpass my own." GriefAura rolled his only optic, chuckling dryly. An arm folded across his chest while the other rose up to his faceplates to rub at his features in one of the many stressful mannerisms he'd adopted since having been joined by the excitable companion he had now. In comparison to Watchman, she was a delighting conversational companion, even if Grief wanted her to shut her intake more often than not.
"Yes, thank you Nav," Grief spat, removing his servo from his faceplate and shooting her a somewhat hostile, stern glance. She bobbed a little once again, now silent, having picked up on GriefAura's social cues. "Like I was saying... coincidentally, I don't remember whoever you're talking about. Helix, was it? Merged... yeah, sounds about right. She's fraggin' grown up, alright." The news of having an Autobot base here on Earth was intriguing, but GriefAura was too absorbed in catching up with Watchman to care about it at the moment.
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Post by Oracle on Jul 22, 2015 0:35:43 GMT
Right, younger specimins. Just don't try to dissect my grandchildren or anything for further study.
He laughed and then a small beeping went off on a nearby panel. He checked it and sighed, rolling his optics a bit, before beginning to move, gesturing for Grief to follow.
As for Middy, yeah she has. Developed quite a level of sass to her as well, though I think that was in no small part due to me.
He smiled as they kept walking, more and more of the complex and destroyed ship being revealed to Grief.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Jul 23, 2015 21:34:37 GMT
"Oh you," Summoner spoke, bubbly, dismissive words breaking out into a soft giggle. "Dissection isn't a part of my functionality. Rather, I appreciate and cherish all forms of life." GriefAura gave his single optic roll, scoffing. In all the time they'd spent together so far, he still didn't know exactly what her faction was- only the many things that it wasn't.
"Sass, ha," Grief interrupted his smaller companion before she could continue to babble, "forget about you. It looks like she took after me." Giving a subtle wink with his one optic was difficult to see for most, but with as well as Watchman and GriefAura knew each other, Watch would recognize it when he saw it.
The orange in the mechanic's optics dulled as he began to realize the true extent of the ship's damages, and Summoner quieted her spirited discussions as she realized the impact this would have on GriefAura. Large, protruding stalactites in the ceiling along winding, shattered hallways bore down on the ship as if they were the teeth of a massive, monstrous beast, the Ramshell clamped tightly in its jaws in a vice grip that it would never break free from. He watched as they walked, observing and seeing that some hallways simply ended in similar blockages to the ones he'd witnessed upon entering. Walls of rock, sometimes large piles where one could have barely peaked over the top to see the other side of the passageway- the Ramshell was in the worst shape Grief had ever seen it. A sharp twinge of pain nagged at his spark in slow, steady intervals, growing in intensity as he continued to observe the ship's damages. Before long GriefAura couldn't stand the monotony of the silence the trio had fallen into, and had to speak. "So," he began slowly, his voice a coarse, restrained whisper, "what the frag did you do to the 'Shell?"
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Post by Helix and Midna on Jul 31, 2015 20:39:23 GMT
*A strange message came through the comm systems of the Ramshell.*
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Post by Oracle on Aug 4, 2015 14:46:48 GMT
Well, actually, it all started involving a horde of giant space monsters and a beautiful princess. So, after I gave the princess a wonderful night of...
Then the comms switched on and Watch went silent. He closed his optics and listened as the message was relayed by his drones throughout the entire ship's speaker systems. He listened, and he thought.
Hmm...morse code...not a very commonly used form of communication among Cybertronians...let's see...
He thought for a moment about what it said, before his optics opened wide. He ran back to the entrance of his ship and opened it, before running, as best he could, to the communications center. He pushed the drone sitting there out of the way and started working on a return message.
System, got your message. Get your family to bring you to the Ramshell. I can help.
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Post by TG-GriefAura || TG-Summoner on Aug 4, 2015 20:36:06 GMT
GriefAura shuttered his optic once, twice, and then slowly rose a servo to his faceplate, shaking his helm. He wished he didn't know just where Watch might have been going with his explanation. About to open his intake and say something, though even he had to admit he didn't exactly know the appropriate response, he rose a digit in a matter-of-factually sort of way- and went silent the moment a consonant had left his breath.
Adopting a more serious expression, he watched in somber silence as Watchman listened to something, something that GriefAura wasn't receiving over his own comms. "Morse code?" he repeated to himself quietly. Summoner seemed to jump excitedly at the sound of the human-made form of communication.
"Morse code; a primitive form of human communication based off of a series of beeps varying in length, forming what are respectively called 'dots' and 'dashes,'" she spewed chipperly. Grief scoffed, giving her a look that told her to quiet down. "So, who's System, and why the frag is he being brought here, of all places?" Grief asked Watchman, his tone having turned bitter at the prospect of potentially careless company in the already-badly damaged Ramshell.
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