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Post by Falter on Jan 14, 2016 20:08:48 GMT
Falter walks over to the ground bridge unit. It was his turn to do his part for Order 39.
So Falter pressed a button for the preset coordinates to the Nemesis. Falter would proceed to pull down the lever and go through the newly made portal. As he went through the bridge closed behind him.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jan 18, 2016 23:23:42 GMT
A bridge opens with Falter coming through. As he walks through the bridge closes.
Backbeat will not negotiate, and is completely intent on conpleting his plan...no matter the cost.
The others listen in as Falter finishes speaking. Death Wish speaks up.
Death Wish: Then we have no choice, Order 39 must continue to be executed.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 19, 2016 3:36:55 GMT
A bridge opens with Falter coming through. As he walks through the bridge closes. Backbeat will not negotiate, and is completely intent on conpleting his plan...no matter the cost.The others listen in as Falter finishes speaking. Death Wish speaks up. Death Wish: Then we have no choice, Order 39 must continue to be executed.(( There was not any actual negotiations... ))
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jan 19, 2016 13:22:24 GMT
((I am aware of this. But how Backbeat was kind of acting pretty set on his ways, plus the paranoia. You could have said that everything will be done to protect Earth as well, and that you'll even wear a Megatron costume and they'd still probably take it as bad lol.
Don't worry Beats, this is gonna take a long while for me to get anywhere with. And I still got Autobot things that need to be done, especially if Sky leaves. So don't worry you will have time for your plan)).
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 19, 2016 19:37:17 GMT
*Katrina is thrown through the groundbridge and on to the floor of the warship, she sits up after landing and rubs her head and looks at her lack of feet.
Now she was annoyed.*
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Post by Vos on Jan 20, 2016 0:50:50 GMT
Cut-Up entered through the ground bridge after Katrina, trundling heavily, his chassis tired from the multitude of fights he'd been in since his last rounds with the Deception Lord Backbeat. That insane mech hadn't heard the last of him as far as Cut-Up was concerned, and he would kill him later. The only bad thing about that was Backbeat was not a predicon, so he held no valuable organs or anything of interest to Cut-Up. Then again, the vehicon supposed that the mech was a good-for-nothing anyways.
Upon seeing Katrina arise, Cut-Up would arch a brow. So she hadn't been as injured as he thought she was. In fact, she seemed a bit irritated. Cut-Up was about to wonder why when he thought of how he'd shoved her inside the bridge like an old sack of potatoes.
Cut-Up offered his servo to the femme once again, only this time, a small chuckle escaped him.
"I never truly got the chance to introduce myself. I am Cut-Up." The vehicon stated. His appearance would indicate he was clearly living up to his name. While he put on a small smile behind the lower part of his mask, the vehicon would eye his surroundings. This place seemed strange. He was alone in this hallway with the femme, and there were no signs of any Decepticons wanting to talk. To Cut-Up, that made this whole scenario a possible trap. Which meant he'd probably have to fight yet again. Cut-Up would mentally roll his optics at himself. All I want is to find Taggon and Stalaken. Apparently that was against some unspoken law, because his progress was zero. On the other servo, it wasn't completely clear if this was all a trap. So maybe things would be nice and easy, the femme and him would get some medical attention, and then he'd be asked a few questions or something.
"Keep your optics keened." Cut-Up would say strangely after that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 4:15:58 GMT
Everything was okt until the drilling noise interrupts the place. It was the child driller coming from the ground bridge attracted by the new smell, but in there is a problem. The worm is yelling of pain and hunger. It was wriggling like a slug would do when they have salt on their bodies, but at least Driller wasn't agonising yet. It would notice the place is soo different by the smell and textures of the place,but in there is nothing that Driller would see since it's blind.
(sorry, If I'm not allowed to stay here, only notify me and I gladly will get my ass out from this thread)
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jan 20, 2016 15:06:58 GMT
Death Wish would hear a noise and would signal for Amp Blaster to come with him to check it out. As he got to the area he noticed the three there as well as the Bridge.
Ah, I see our guests have arrived.
As he said that Punch-Line also came through with the bridge closing behind him. Death Wish would then approach the others slowly with his hands up in peace.
Relax, we mean no harm, we just want to talk. Amp Blaster, could you go prepare three berths as well as some food for the Driller.
Amp Blaster would respond before heading out
Affirmative.
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Post by Slapfoot on Jan 20, 2016 22:09:10 GMT
Slapfoot managed to get through just before the door closed. As the driller howled, Slapfoot kneeled down to it and placed a servos on it, to try and calm it down. It wasn't an affectionate method he used, he was simply trying to hold it down. Slapfoot didn't bother with introductions for reasons known to Cut-Up, and focused rather on the infant. Slapfoot was not one to hold grudges, and could forgive in the time it took a spark to beat twice. But he was, at heart, a warrior. For now, that thing was on parole. After a second, he stood up and walked to stand along Cut Up.
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 21, 2016 21:46:12 GMT
"Katrina, Katrina Hex. Bounty Hunter and mistress catburgler of the 8 galaxies. Thank you for saving me."
*She takes his hand and stands up, she looks at the newly arrived driller and stumbles towards it. She then bends down next to its head and places her hand on its head. Using her mind to talk to it into calming down,*
:: Stop it driller. ::
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Post by Vos on Jan 22, 2016 14:02:52 GMT
“You’re welcome.” Cut-Up arched an optic ridge at the femme’s response to him, glancing at her. One infamous figure had run into the other, it seemed. Though Cut-Up would keep shut about his dealings on his planet as the grand cutter. He didn’t need to blow his horn on his old reputation as of now, since talking of how he made several species of Cybertronians go extinct was not something anyone needed to know. At the moment, he would be what had kept him alive; he would be a vehicon warrior.
Mechs would enter, and they would, as Punch-line had said, present no real threat and say they wanted to speak. Their leader was even kind enough to prepare three berths…Cut-Up never let his visor pass away from facing the strange mechs, but he would give a small look to Slapfoot. The single eye that was visible would show the others in the room Cut-Up was weary of any kind of trickery, but there was still energy in his every move, still traces of the fire the others might have witnessed in the command center. “Hold that thought.” Cut-Up stated, as the Cyberworm squirmed. The thing had followed them into the ship. It was definitely hungry, Cut-Up knew the squeals of a young predicon. So Cut-Up would reach into his subspace, bringing out the arm of an Autobot he had acquired so long ago; Dashside’s arm. It still held small liquids within it, though it was not fresh. It was the full arm, cut off right at the shoulder, and Cut-Up would grin at the small trophy as he held it. He would break the appendage in half over his knee, letting the weakened metal break so that he would hold Dashside’s servo in on of his own, while the rest of the appendage was dangling free, some small amounts of eneron dripping. Cut-Up would walk over to the worm, and then shove the arm in its mouth, thick-side first.
Its squirms were giving him a small migraine. Cut-Up’s good hearing was not benefiting him as of now, since the worm was shrieking so much. The arm would likely be big enough to fill up its mouth-hole. Cut-Up then would then store Dashside’s servo in his subspace. “The next thing I give you won’t be a meal if you don’t shut up.” Cut-Up warned the creature. He thus turned his full attention to the Decepticons.
“Punchline told me you wanted to talk. So let’s get to the point; what do you want from me so badly that you’d be willing to risk your reputation with the other Decepticons by recruiting vehicons with the likes of us?” Cut-Up gestured to his tattered and scarred form, and Slapfoot behind him.
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Post by Bruiser Maximus on Jan 22, 2016 21:19:45 GMT
“You’re welcome.” Cut-Up arched an optic ridge at the femme’s response to him, glancing at her. One infamous figure had run into the other, it seemed. Though Cut-Up would keep shut about his dealings on his planet as the grand cutter. He didn’t need to blow his horn on his old reputation as of now, since talking of how he made several species of Cybertronians go extinct was not something anyone needed to know. At the moment, he would be what had kept him alive; he would be a vehicon warrior.
Mechs would enter, and they would, as Punch-line had said, present no real threat and say they wanted to speak. Their leader was even kind enough to prepare three berths…Cut-Up never let his visor pass away from facing the strange mechs, but he would give a small look to Slapfoot. The single eye that was visible would show the others in the room Cut-Up was weary of any kind of trickery, but there was still energy in his every move, still traces of the fire the others might have witnessed in the command center. “Hold that thought.” Cut-Up stated, as the Cyberworm squirmed. The thing had followed them into the ship. It was definitely hungry, Cut-Up knew the squeals of a young predicon. So Cut-Up would reach into his subspace, bringing out the arm of an Autobot he had acquired so long ago; Dashside’s arm. It still held small liquids within it, though it was not fresh. It was the full arm, cut off right at the shoulder, and Cut-Up would grin at the small trophy as he held it. He would break the appendage in half over his knee, letting the weakened metal break so that he would hold Dashside’s servo in on of his own, while the rest of the appendage was dangling free, some small amounts of eneron dripping. Cut-Up would walk over to the worm, and then shove the arm in its mouth, thick-side first.
Its squirms were giving him a small migraine. Cut-Up’s good hearing was not benefiting him as of now, since the worm was shrieking so much. The arm would likely be big enough to fill up its mouth-hole. Cut-Up then would then store Dashside’s servo in his subspace. “The next thing I give you won’t be a meal if you don’t shut up.” Cut-Up warned the creature. He thus turned his full attention to the Decepticons.
“Punchline told me you wanted to talk. So let’s get to the point; what do you want from me so badly that you’d be willing to risk your reputation with the other Decepticons by recruiting vehicons with the likes of us?” Cut-Up gestured to his tattered and scarred form, and Slapfoot behind him.
Death Wish would watch as Cut-Up interracted with the others, even giving a small grin when Dashsides arm became Driller food. After hearing what Cut-Up had to say Death Wish would respond. Excellent question. If you did not notice, I was there when you pulled that little stunt on the command center...and I must say that took some berrings to do that. The fact of the matter is me and my team are starting a revolution. We want to overthrow Backbeat and end his reign of insanity before he destroys this planet.
The reason I want you to join me is because of a few factors. 1). You are a Vehicon, which means you went through a lot of scrap to get to be this tough and skilled in combat. 2). You seem to have something against Backbeat, this is something we share. As a matter of fact he already killed Punch-Line once...we brought him back. 3). You seem determined, and you're not afraid to do what's necessary.Amp Blaster would walk back in alerting Death Wish that the berths were ready. I believe we should continue this conversation in the medical area.Death Wish said as he prepared to escort the group.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 19:25:20 GMT
Driller continued being stressed by the acid gas, and everything that Katrina is doing looks very risky. Putting a hand close from it head is like an invitation to eat it. Before to driller its mechanism against her, a new item appears. An arm, and it's just form it. Driller would continue ignoring the words of the bounty hunter and the vehicon, in there is only a person it could obey blindly, Shockwave, but since he's away, if anyone else want to befriend the cyberworm, it would take a lot of patience and work, but specially food.
Then, it smells at the torn arm and drags its bodys towards the limb. The arm turns into small fragments once it touches his drilling intake while 4 of his 5 tentacles holds it. In there was a small amount of energon, but the worm would eat the metal too. He needs to grow up, and that metal will be useful later. Maybe, one day it wil turn in a giant driller like the ones which used to wander through cybertronian lands.
It would take few minutes to erase any clue of Dash's arm
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 25, 2016 18:23:21 GMT
*Katrina hissed at it and stood back, she sighs then gets some metal out and throws it into the mouth of the beast.*
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Post by Slapfoot on Jan 25, 2016 22:51:58 GMT
Slapfoot turned around and kneeled down in front of the driller. In some animals, eye contact was a sign of aggression. In others, it was a sign of dominance. Slapfoot was fine with either. It was merely a test of how to calm the driller. There was force, there was kindness, but if Slapfoot was a betting man, he would go with food. He tapped his foot on the ground, trying to see where they were. Would it be okay to rip out some of the floor? He didn't feel like asking. He could give his arm. He had extra. But he was attached to his arm, both literally and figuratively. And they were about to get repaired. He kinda liked the enormous, angry, deadly beast. It was like a primal version of Cut-Up. Well, more primal. Slapfoot drew his khopesh, and touched the blade to his left arm. In a fluid motion he cut the limb off, and handed it to the driller. Slapfoot was a big mech, that arm would certainly be a hearty meal. He extended his lower right arm and covered where his upper left arm was. Not because of pain, just to halt the bleeding. He stayed there, watching the driller as he handed the arm to it.
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Post by Vos on Jan 27, 2016 1:36:43 GMT
Cut-Up listened to the Deception give his explanation. The way the leader put it, he was in charge of a reasonably well equipped group, but perhaps he was at the stage where he was making a colt for his cause. Colt...Cut-Up had heard that word before. Something about that word, what was happening now, and what this Deception looked like made Cut-Up furrow a bow and arch the other. He looks almost exactly like Megatron. Cut-Up realized. Was this a clone? Was history repeating itself? Would this Deception, given enough followers, rise up and become some major player who lost sight of his original vision and go on a killing spree? Cut-Up was jumping to conclusions. This guys was much different. He was more blatant, and seemed to have a more honest way of speaking. Or was that how Megatronous, a humble miner started out? Cut-Up hadn't been then and there, but he would have to take his steps carefully. This person had seen him try to massacre the Decepticons...
"Alright. Let's go to the medical bay. If I were you though, I'd take care of the femme first. She needs the repair more than I do." Cut-Up gestured to his tough protoform. It was true. He'd done a patch-work job on the femme, and unlike him, she didn't have a highly resilient protoform. Quietly, Cut-Up's other reason was if things got out of hand, at least the predicon femme would get her repair before something bad happened and everything turned into a giant battle or escape. Another reason was so that if these guys were planning on planting a bug in them or something, they wouldn't bother with the femme and he'd have more of a chance to think on this. The latter reason was highly unlikely, but Cut-Up had seen many seasons, though he was not ancient, he knew that Cybertronians could be the equivalent of devils.
"All those reasons sound like very good ones. I will consider joining you, but I will need to know who you all are, or what kind of agendas you have. To be fair, last time I jumped in and signed myself up with a group of Decepticon specialists, it was the DJD. You can guess how the rest went from there."
Cut-Up stated, as he noticed the other people on the ship going over and feeding the worm. Took them all long enough to figure that puzzle out. It was clear from the start it was hungry, and it wasn't going to obey them. Though Cut-Up hand't exactly been Mr. Peace Keeper with it at first either...Cut-Up turned his helm back to the Megatron-like-Decepticon. He would follow if they began leading them to their medbay~
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jan 28, 2016 0:46:27 GMT
Death Wish would lead them towards the med-bay, though Punch-Line ran ahead a bit to go and ready the berth. As Death Wish and the rest moved down the hall he would continue to speak.
Understood. We are the Kaocons. Basically we are a group of Cybertronians just wanting to represent what Megatron originally had in mind. Megatron was a mech who brought hope and who's original plan of peace, though by different means, was a just one.
Eventually some say on Cybertron he lost sight of this mission and as for that I do not know.
As for us, we are mostly clones. The only ones not a clone are my Scientist SiC Skyscrapper, who created us all under a vision. We all have our own thoughts and while he originally just wanted companions to fight with, I created a vision to bring the Decepticons back to a state of mission.
Unfortunately Skyscrapper's creative muse is limited and he is a fan-boy at spark so he modeled us after famous Decepticons. Obviously you could guess who I'm modeled after.
As of right now Backbeat plans on destroying this planet, a planet while whose indigenous species is inferior, it still has relevance, and possibly believed to have a link to Cybertron and should not be destroyed.
That is where we need your help, to bring back the Decepticons mission, not one of mere conquest, but peace.
As the group made it to the med-bay, it could be seen that Death Wish, while maybe stupid or wrong for thinking such things, was honest in what he was saying. He wanted peace, and desired a peace like what the Decepticons original vision was.
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 28, 2016 18:29:12 GMT
"I'm just bloody here for a bloody contract which has went down the bleedin' loo!"
*Katrina had followed the mech to the medbay and went to a table, she sat down and looked at her stumped feet. She needed newly designed claws.*
"The sooner I am repaired, the sooner I will be on my way and hunting who the new contact is."
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Post by Vos on Jan 31, 2016 2:04:09 GMT
Cut-Up followed the Kaocons to the medical facility, listening to their reasons. Cut-Up mentally arched a brow as he learned that most of the Kaocons were clones. So he had called it. Cut-Up was unsure if he should take this as a meaning to something. He heard the conclusion of the mech in charge, and then Katrina's own little seemingly frustrated words. Cut-Up cocked his helm. She was hunting a contract? How interesting. He would give himself the reminder to stay on track. The Kaocons. They said they needed him, they were here to restore the old cause of the Decepticons, and they wanted recruits like him and Slapfoot to help with that. Cut-Up reviewed the facts, and folded his arms as he stopped by a berth he believed to be his.
"To bring peace to Cybertron is something everyone wants these days. That's why there's a war, as you know. I'm not one for philosophic conversation, but I would think it fair to argue that everyone has their own vision of peace." Cut-Up said. It was a real effort for him to not chuckle at himself for trying to put up an exchange like this. The way his mindset worked, he was more of a genius on the battle field or when it came to killing things. Trying to think outside of the box, or past that was something Cut-Up found hard. The questions he was trying to ask this Kaocon were ones he himself couldn't answer. One the off chance these Kaocons won the war, what was their government going to look like? Cut-Up knew that was an area that made things extremely complicated for everyone, and could cause war. Unfortunately, Cut-Up's thought-restraints could only allow him to think of hierarchies. His own foundational knowledge on legislature wasn't a good one either. He had been designed tone a soldier, not some kind of government expert.
It had been a full minute of Cut-Up being silent, and outwardly, he had held stone still in mid-stride. These thoughts were taxing his functionality. Really, he could only follow his gut when it came to government. If the commander was doing something stupid and being careless, then sure, remove him from office then find another. Repeat. Cut-Up huffed, resuming his former position of standing. "My comrade and I need to really think about your offer." Cut-Up said curtly. He silently hoped no one would recognize some of his inabilities--though that was pretty stupid of him to hope like that.
"What targets do you have that you need to get to so quickly?" Cut-Up switched the topic. Might as well talk about something he was good at and draw attention to that while she was getting repaired, and he had time to think. That doesn't make sense to me either.
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Post by Slapfoot on Jan 31, 2016 2:44:22 GMT
Slapfoot patted the driller. He liked things that killed everything in sight. Cutup, the driller, etc. Slapfoot let go of the socket and followed his brother. He didn't like taking orders. Not from people like this, at least. He walked on, trailing energon, and appearing as though he didn't notice he was slowly bleeding out. He walked over to a berth and looked at it quizzically. There was a slight creaking noise as Slapfoot fell forward, stiff, face first onto the berth. He shuffled awkwardly until he was in a partly comfortable position. He looked over to Cut Up, and shut off part of his own processor, shutting his left set of optics and activating a neat old function he got with the MAA.
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