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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 1:25:38 GMT
She looks at her bleeding servo and with the other hand she puts the plasma cannon on her back.
My body is ok, but not my mind...
She notices the new groundbrige a bit alarmed, keeping her servos close of her swords.
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Post by Bladecut on Jun 17, 2015 2:17:19 GMT
*Bladecut turns his helmet and sees the two vehicons standing there*
"We came here to pick up one of the reinforcements for Lord Backbeat" *they say*
*Bladecut crosses his arms*
"Well... you arrived too late..."
*He turns to Scaryfire, smiling*
"Ok... finally, we can go home Scary, let's go!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 2:20:42 GMT
She stares at the vehicons, for some seconds. They doesn't look at the enmy.... Then she notices a decepticon insignia on the Vehicon's armour.
Ok, let's go... She walks towards the green vortex
Go home? I don't have a place to call 'home'
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Post by Bladecut on Jun 17, 2015 2:31:31 GMT
*Bladecut enters the portal with a smile on his faceplate, he rushes and tries to cross it before Scaryfire.
The vehicons walk after them*
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 8, 2017 1:05:33 GMT
Dart was walking. He hadn't seen any Cybertronians in the days since he had left the cave, though he wasn't sure that was such a bad thing. It'd given his self-repair systems time to at least manage to mostly stop the energon leak, though it was still very painful. He'd traveled slowly, staying away from heavily populated areas. While the lack of others in his vicinity had given him the time and space to heal somewhat, it also meant that he was very, very low on energon at this point. He paused, resting for a few moments. He would go on... soon.
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Post by Graphene on Apr 8, 2017 8:24:45 GMT
After having left the last conflict with more than a few scrapes from the Earth military, he'd begun a less than pleasant trip through more rural areas to avoid detection. He didn't suspect that they'd be catching his trail anytime soon, as long as he kept a low profile- which meant avoiding using his alt-mode in public for a while. Not that his alt was flashy or anything, just that the military would have been able to identify its specific model. He might have to find a new one. He was limping through the forest now, taking it slow. Crude patches littered his chassis from what was obviously a shoddy self-repair job from a mech with little medical knowledge, and no access to medical equipment. Aside from a few missteps here and there in his uneven gait, he was moving as quietly as a Cybertronian could in such an environment. Which is to say, he was making a considerable ruckus compared to the tranquility of the forest.
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 9, 2017 12:29:09 GMT
Dart had been trying to rest when he heard the ruckus. His instinct was to run, but then, if this was an Autobot approaching (because it seemed likely to him the noise was a Cybertronian, unless the humans were taking the whole forest down), then he wanted to meet them. If it was a Decepticon, he most definitely did not want to meet them. He thought about hiding, but even though he wasn't a very big mech, the woods offered little that could hide him. And so, he just waited. He couldn't even set up a trap, as nothing of the organic matter that surrounded him would conduct electricity sufficiently for such a thing, even if he had had a power source besides his own exhausted systems. And so he just waited warily.
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Post by Graphene on Apr 10, 2017 7:42:17 GMT
It was a long wait for Dart. Unaware that he was to meet the awaiting Cybertronian, he'd taken his time. When finally the two were within eye-shot of one another between the trunks of their surrounding trees, Graphene took a moment to process the information. Dart had taken him by surprise, to put it mildly. The single orange optic flickered while he stood there, staring. By the time it occurred to him that he might need to reach for his grenade launcher, the time for that had long passed.
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 14, 2017 13:16:06 GMT
Dart didn't mind the wait. It allowed him to rest. When finally the other arrived, he scanned for signs that this mech was either Autobot or Decepticon. Finding none, he held his servos out to the side, making more clear that he had no weapons in or on them. "I don't want any trouble," he said, vocalizer a little staticky and revealing his exhaustion far more than he liked. "You Autobot or Decepticon?" He asked, a little confused. His small band had not been aligned, but that was a rare thing.
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Post by Graphene on Apr 14, 2017 14:18:22 GMT
"No insignia," he responded. "But if you're looking for a reason to fight, I'm sure I can make arrangements. Now, your turn. Faction?" Weapons remained untouched and forgotten in their places, as it should be. Hostility wasn't the response he liked to see- or initiate, himself- if it could be helped, despite the fact that their kind's defining mark was their galaxy-encompassing war. His body relaxed slightly, at least as much as it could in its current shape. The body language was somewhat awkward, but Graphene wasn't aware of how it looked. It was natural for him, lessening the gawkiness of it considerably when he leaned semi-casually against the trunk of a tree and crossed his arms.
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 14, 2017 14:48:17 GMT
"None either," Dart replied. "And no, I really am not interested in fighting."
A fight would likely go very badly for him and end quickly. He didn't mention that he wasn't properly armed in any significant way. That was just asking for trouble. He hadn't moved from where he had settled to rest. He also intentionally didn't mention that he was intending to join the Autobots. One could never know how a stranger might react to such news.
He shifted, grimaced, and glanced down at the injury in his side. It was healing, and he'd be okay, given time... if he didn't rust first or manage to get a virus of some sort. He hadn't meant to draw attention to the fact that he was injured, but he hurt, and the pain had momentarily distracted him.
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Post by Graphene on Apr 16, 2017 1:57:28 GMT
"Good," Graphene said gruffly. A more thorough examination of the other bot told him that they were both worse for wear.
"What're you doing out here?" he asked. Looking for answers wasn't usually priority for him. He'd usually make assumptions until he figured he'd gotten close enough to the truth to satisfy his own curiosity, and move on. In this case, he was considering being more thorough. "Running from the factions, or from the earthlets?"
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 16, 2017 23:42:35 GMT
"Looking for Autobots, actually," Dart admitted a little reluctantly. "'Cons attacked my band. Left the rest dead, took our energon. Don't really have much choice but to side up with *someone,* at this point. Besides that, sitting on my hands isn't doing anything to make the insanity end." He watched the other warily, lest the admission turn him into an enemy.
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Post by Graphene on Apr 16, 2017 23:56:45 GMT
With a grimace, he froze in place. It was obvious that the news this bot was planning to join the Autobots wasn't pleasing to him. For a moment he kept still, thinking, but never once did his thought process give rise to a more negative response than a simple, disgruntled expression. The silence hung in the air for a while as his mind raced, and even the distant expression in his eye reflected that he was deep in thought. When he spoke, he did so slowly- each word measured, tone and inflection policed critically- so that it was clear he did so thoughtfully, considerate of the other person, and not reactionary; driven purely by the emotion Dart's claim had aroused in Graphene.
"So, you're looking to join the fight, huh," he began. "Why?"
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 17, 2017 0:05:33 GMT
Dart continued to watch the other warily, but when he didn't do anything beyond Grimace, he didn't react further either, except to reply.
"We stayed out of it. We stayed out of the way, minded our own business. Any resources we used we acquired locally ourselves or brought with us. I was sure this would all eventually... blow over. But it didn't. And it didn't matter that we stayed out of the way, the 'cons hunted us down anyway. I don't see staying out of it actually resulting in anything beneficial. It's not helping things end faster, and it's certainly not *safer*."
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Post by Graphene on Apr 17, 2017 0:13:43 GMT
"So your solution is to join a faction for self preservation, leaving alone the fact that your choice has only been influenced by which of the two killed your friends, and which didn't," he continued, "and I can respect self preservation. But there are other means than finding safe haven with the lesser of two evils." Here he paused, uncrossing his arms and leaning away from the tree he'd rested against. He took a few slow steps toward Dart, arms away from his sides and any potential weapons he might have in a disarming manner, showing he wasn't approaching with malicious intent.
"You made a choice- you and your band, you chose together- not to fight. I did the same. I did it on my own, even. I know it's never been easy- for any of us. The factions haven't made it easy. But now, just because you think it's too hard to continue without their support, you'd turn your back on your band and betray your ideals just to stay alive?"
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 17, 2017 0:23:02 GMT
Dart shifted uncomfortably. "I don't see as I have much choice," He repeated. "I'm injured. I'm going to eventually run out of fuel - sooner than later, at that, and I'm not even armed. I'm an electrician, not a fighter. I'm not going to kid myself. I won't make it on my own, and yeah, I'll join the 'bots just to stay alive. I do prefer that over deactivating. And as far as turning my back - there's no one to turn on. No one left. Just me.
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Post by Graphene on Apr 17, 2017 0:36:55 GMT
Continuing in spite of Dart's discomfort, he looked over the electrician's injuries. His claim of profession was the first glimmer of hope Graphene had seen since the conversation began.
"So? I'm a mechanic. Never let it stop me," he shrugged. "I'm injured, too. Because I had the naivety to try getting a group of Autobots and Decepticons to stop their fighting and try talking for a change. Instead, they turned tail and ran, and left me alone to deal with the earthlets' military on my own. And sure, skirting the frontlines to scrounge whatever supplies you can isn't what I'd consider the most ideal circumstances, but it's an option. You have a choice." Under normal circumstances he wasn't the most open-minded to taking on partners or traveling companions. But here, with Dart, it was beginning to seem like a more appealing situation than letting the lone bot becoming another Autobot.
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Post by Seekerling on Apr 17, 2017 0:52:37 GMT
Dart gave the stranger a rather exasperated look. "I'm positively useless in a fight. I mean, Unless someone gets close enough for me to drill them offline... Going anywhere near the frontlines is the absolute last thing I want to do. My band brought as much as we could gather with us, before we left. Used it really sparingly and supplemented it with what the others brought in - which we didn't steal from either faction, by the way. I kept the perimeter, rigged traps when I had the resources to. Not that it worked."
He sagged. "They should have never gotten in. I... I don't know what went wrong."
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Post by Graphene on Apr 18, 2017 6:19:59 GMT
And now things were getting personal. Sensitivity was never Graphene's strong suit. Turning away, a hand rose to rub at the back of his neck while his optic flickered dimly. The wheels were still turning in his head.
"Look, err," he said, "what happened- I'm sure it wasn't your fault." A foot kicked at the dirt in between sentences, and he continued. "I don't do this, and I'll be the first to tell you I'm intolerable, but if you'd like- we can travel together. For a while. At least long enough for me to get you into better shape to get by on your own, if you'd like. I may not like fighting, but I've done my fair share of it where needed."
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