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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 15, 2016 16:38:34 GMT
The one protectobot who had departed from the group now left the area, heading for another section of the base..
The remaining group approached him slowly, spreading out a bit so that not all would be in focus at once. That was simple Protectobot training, nothing new about it. The one closest to the new bot leaned forward to grab the data-pad which was given to them but stopped in his movement. What he saw on the pad was not the original fetching order. He backed up and aimed his blaster at the bot. His fellow bots did the same thing and stepped back a small bit.
Sir, that is not a fetching order. Sir, what are you doing down here?
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Post by Cataclysm on Jul 15, 2016 18:39:33 GMT
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 16, 2016 13:08:49 GMT
The reaction from the bots didn't take long. The closest one had no time to really react after he read the pad, but the rest of the squad had. The lasers from their blasters soared through the air, heading for the unknown mech in a constant barrage. The one in the back turned around and ran towards the doors, saying something into his comm radio. The big doors into the armory began to close with the sound of metal sliding against metal. The protectobot stayed right in front of it, waiting there to see if the unknown foe had followed him. Blaster fire was still heard in the background and the sound of metal being crushed. The protectobot who got shot by the shotgun flew down to the ground, as dead as something could be. The remaining bot had his rapid-fire laster blaster shooting at Cataclysm and the one he had puched and used to jump... he was laying on the ground, face pretty much crushed.
Outside of the room, loud noises could be heard, like if something was shifting.
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Post by Cataclysm on Jul 16, 2016 19:02:37 GMT
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 18, 2016 20:43:45 GMT
Boom.. BOom.. BOOm.. BOOM!
The loud noise got louder and louder, until the doors finally gave in. On the other side of the door, three heavy units and two dozen medium units were and the smaller ones charged in. They hsd simply knocked in the door by using the Heavy units' enormous strength. It didn't take them long before they began advancing on him and firing their blasters. The heavy units were much slower and just functioned as a guard for the door, occasionally firing off a plasma bolt or two.
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Post by Cataclysm on Jul 18, 2016 22:19:42 GMT
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Post by Starscribe on Oct 25, 2016 22:50:00 GMT
Starscribe entered the warehouse, mildly reverent for the sheer size of the place. "Alright, if I were a weapon, where would I be placed?" She looked around herself, before pulling out her datapad. She hoped there was some kind of an inventory manifest she could pull up, and to her relief, there was, which she promptly began browsing through. "Let's see here now, a simple handheld blaster would be enough for now... section designation... shelf number..." Following the location tags, Starscribe arrived at where the handheld blaster was kept. It was a light energy pistol. Standard issue for Law Enforcement on Cybertron, she remembered. She took it off the shelf and weighed it in her hand...
It was heavier than she expected.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 13:09:34 GMT
After some minutes an aparently lost mech would arrive to the place in an unexpected way. While the others where focused in missions and personal stuff, hellcore was still trying to learn the places of the base from is own. At least the cybertroian in the room is alive, not like the last time hewas walking in the base.
Instead servos, the mech would have shovel-like hands-arms, aparently made to destroy and turn buildings into depieces. His strong ams is someing that someth people would not like to mess at all. HE gave some heavy steps, they where kinda heivy and clumsy to a bot that isn't bigger than 23 feet. At first sight that mech would look thought and strong, perfect to Start's puroses
Looking at the attempt to hold the weapo he looked a bit concerned
Have you eaten already. You seems kinda weak.
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Post by Starscribe on Oct 27, 2016 15:04:23 GMT
"Wha- I... no, I suppose I haven't refueled myself since I got out of that pod. Haven't really had the chance. But it's not like I have much muscle strength to begin with." Starscribe regarded the weapon in her hand. "We all have to start somewhere, don't we?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 15:12:24 GMT
Well.... in there is people who born with the weapons integrated... like this...
In a quick switch the aparently brute arms of Hellcore transformed into a couple of plasma cannons. the heat they produced would be felt, but it didn't longed so far since Hellcore switched them back to is normal arms. If the femme pays attention, she could notice Hellcore looks a but nervous at the moment ot move his arms, he is only afraid to hurt someone with them.
Hell started to walk in circles around the femme, wondering what she can do or what kind of hardware has intergrated. To Hellocre the femme looks too slim and fragile, but he can't be lead by the first impression. Is in there something she can physicaly do? Because if in there is someting, the processs of choosing a weapon would be easier.
What can you do, I guess your creator made you with a specific purpose, I guess. Like mine was to dig and destroy with the goal to make new buildings.
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Post by Starscribe on Oct 31, 2016 15:01:25 GMT
"Made?! I was born! I became a data clerk because the job interested me, and I stuck with it when I also turned out to be very good at it. Beyond that, I had no specific purpose. And even if I had been made, I probably wouldn't have! I don't subscribe to such Functionist propaganda..."
Starscribe started walking away, making her way to the Warehouse exit.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 5:22:54 GMT
Hellcore looked awkward at the femme.
Functionism, propaanda... What is that, never heard of it, hey!
As a junkion he has missed some of the cybertronian history, and his questions where made to hep the femme, but it ended released something that could be considered as a tabu to asociate the form and configuration of a mechanical living form to its functions and only for an only purpose. That is what Hellcore has learnt in his life as a worker, but maybe she has some reasons to be against that kind of ideology. Since hellcore weren't requested anymore to the job he was created for, his life became a kind of meaningless. Still, he only is afraid of the weapon choice.
He started to foolow the femme to see if he can recover the conversation
What did I say, it was wrong?
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