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Post by Sinn on Jan 18, 2015 21:37:42 GMT
Kryse had begun pulling herself along by her arms the moment she'd set down; her legs hurt too badly to transform, and they would not support her weight without dribbling more energon.
Instead of trying to outrun the Decepticon, she pulls herself deeper into a thicket of the strange flora that seemed to be common on this world, seizing the trunk of a tree and dragging herself into a mess of brambles and bushes. As the engine grows louder, she crawls deeper, frame disappearing among a thick mess of ferns, vines, bushes, brambles, saplings, and trees. She continues to haul her body further in, making no sound as she goes.
As silent as she was, however, droplets of energon glowed softly here and there, leaving a rough trail here and there before fading out....
There was also the likelihood that he had seen her, but she had to do something.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 19, 2015 1:53:41 GMT
((Pardon me, but I will be arriving soon. Might be in the night over here, because I have work. If you two want a rescue to occur, if you could wait for me to post a rescue and a fight with Soundwave could happen. If not, then go ahead. Just saying. GTG))
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Post by Taggon on Jan 19, 2015 12:58:20 GMT
A ground bridge appeared in the dark forest, and out walked a dark figure before it closed. Speckles of moonlight caught on his dim silver paint, which was his first color. it was a dim and unpolished silver, practically a dark grey by now. A v-shaped deep red visor was where a vague shape of a helm was, and the figure strode forth, stealthily investigating the area. A bit of moonlight that managed to shine through the space in the trees, catching the small glint of the mech's slightly torn Autobot insignia on his shoulder. On his chest, a scratched and rugged Decepticon insignia resided. The mech kept walking, applying his training in quiet operations to navigate soundlessly through the trees, heading for where his visor told him was two life signatures; one belonged to that of a Decepticon, and the other---insecticon.
The mech had originally wanted to venture outside of his base for some time to clear his head, in this case, clearing his mind would have to wait depending on how things played out.
The mech heard a few distant thuds sounded, and the mech began to quicken his quiet pace. He himself was incapable of transforming, so running would do it. At last, after more quiet navigation, the mech spotted where the Decepticon was. The vehicon pulled up his long ranged rifle, practically the equivalent of a sniper rifle. Taking silent aim, the mech zoned in on where he was to shoot for his shot to be effective. he fired a precision shot for the first wheel of the car, and pulled his trigger a second time for another shot to hit the tire again, incase he missed. The mech lowered his weapon some, lurking back into the shadows, even though if someone had sharp optics, they would be able to see his dark red visor glow briefly as it whirled through the tall trees on the side of where he had attacked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 23:29:27 GMT
As he barrelled across the terrain, his two front wheels suddenly burst one after the other, causing him to flip sharply. Transforming mid-tumble, Soundwave deftly landed on two newly formed pedals with two loud thuds. Dropping into a slight crouch to avoid breaking his own knees, he quickly took aim at the forest and began the spin up on his chain-gun. Whatever had just shot at him was not the insecticon, she seemed more of the, 'run away to live another day' type of femme. So another had entered the fray, probably drawn here by the open comm released seconds earlier. Switching his visor to thermals, his shoulder mounted weapon lit up with a constant flash of light as cyber-lead tore through the trees.
Aiming for the general area where the shots came from, something he was having a hard time pin-pointing, splinters filled the air as ammo shredded the densely patched greenery. Using the weapon's hydraulic arm to slightly pan it's fire to and fro, he slowly straightened up and began striding towards the tree line. It came to mind that he might also be shredding the thing he sort after, but after already being shot and rendered grounded, he decided it was unlikely she would have stayed up right. Flicking his gaze down to the ground to inspect the small globs of Energon leading away from her crash site, he absentmindedly followed it until his gaze settled on a section of tree line he wasn't currently filling with shells.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 20, 2015 0:30:49 GMT
As Soundwave opened fire anew, Kryse flinched and stopped dead, expecting her spinal strut to be chewed in half by a stream of rounds any moment. Then she realized the fire was not directed at her, and took the opportunity to keep moving, scrambling even more frantically through the trees. She just needed to get to a clearing... Somewhere where she could use her wings. Granted, without shifting to vehicle mode, flight would be slower, but it beat dragging herself along at 5mph by a parsec.
Still listening in to the commotion, she scrambles frantically through the undergrowth. Fleshy green vines tore and snagged at her chassi; they were far more delicate than she expected, but something about their squishy, sapiness was..... Creepy. She could see what she wanted ahead; an area where a good-sized tree had come down, taking several more saplings with it and creating a deadfall. More importantly, it also created a clearing big enough for her to get airborn.... The femme hauls herself out into the open of the clearing, clambering up the deadfall, slipping once, pulling herself to the top. Her legs hurt. Energon still ran in trickles down their backs, and when she tried to stand, metal grated on metal, sending a fresh twinge of acrid pain right up her spine. But it was get up or die, and Kryse was not enamored of dying. With the help of the tree-trunks, it took only a moment to get up. Though the wounds on her legs hurt to bad to move with any speed, she did not need to. She only needed to be upright.
To spread her wings. All four of the striking grey wings atop her back beat at the air, stirring up leaves and dirt, causing the trees around her to rustle. She begins to rise into the air, one of the small boosters in her feet firing, though the other did not seem to function.....
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Post by Taggon on Jan 20, 2015 0:39:26 GMT
((Won't be doing that entry again...
Been too busy to post on the Medieval thread Soundwave?))
Bullets sprayed the trees, and some keeled over, condemned to rotting, their once buetiful leaves fluttering everywhere and littering the ground. The vehicon couldn't say he was doomed quite as badly just yet, but Soundwaves maneuver had been a wise one; as an Avacon, the vehicon's energon was pumped throughout his body quicker, thusly he radiated more heat then an average Cybertronian, and so using thermo technology had been effective. The vehicon ran through the forest, but as more and more bullets rattled themselves on his frame, he knew that running stealthily wouldn't be enough to evade all bullets--especially when his opponent was hitting him very well. Taggon had prepared for circumstances such as these, and though pain rippled through his body, his armor took the hits. Bellut holes covered Taggon, mostly the side which Soundwave had aimed for.
The hydraulic blasts had been slower, and the vehicon had managed to evade them, so Taggon proceeded to steadying his rifle, though his cover had been shot short. Taggon had cocked his sub-sniper rifle as he had run, so the vehicon took aim once again. Instead of aiming for the helm of Soundwave, he aimed for the shoulder mini gun of the mech, firing twice in order to neutralize it. The next targets the vehicon went for was Soundwave's feet. Taking aim once more, the vehicon ignored the pain in his battered arm, since he had had much worse. Taggon pulled his trigger with the barrel of his custom rifle pointing for the exposed foot of the Decepticon. What better way to clear a war-machine's head then fight? Taggon's actions were not fueled on purposelessness, but he had recently needed some out time, and this would have to do.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 20:35:46 GMT
(( Maybe... ))
Slowly panning his frame to track the blob of thermal energy moving through the trees, Soundwave noted with each passing second the small globs of Energon spattering off from his target's frame, appearing as small streak in his vision. Continuing to lead his fast moving opponent, who seemingly didn't know about dropping to the ground, a rather bright blob of heat caught his attention. Blasting up through the trees on columns of flame, the comms officer instantly recognised the new object and quickly switched targets. Managing to rattle off only a few shells however, two well aimed sniper shots rendered his chain-gun useless.
The first shot had ripped through the main body, gutting it's built-in power source and resulting in a small purple explosion, charring the side of his helm slightly. The second blast had just missed completely severing the weapon from it's hydraulic arm, leaving it literally hanging by a few threads of exposed wiring. With his main weapon disabled, Soundwave quickly reacted and reached behind his shoulder. Grabbing the handle of his lazer rifle, he took up a stance and used his HUD's targeting system to lock onto the escaping insecticon's remaining thruster. The hole-less barrel of the weapon suddenly turned a bright purple, seconds before a beam of energy shot towards the femme's leg, leaving behind a nigh invisible smoke trail. Firing three shots in rapid succession, the two final ones went way off course as his pedal was shot, hindering for only a moment as he returned his attention to the new comer. Unable to really tell where he was aiming due to his thermal vision making the 'Bot's body turn into one orange mass, he used a little guess work to fire at what he thought was his knee, assuming he was crouching.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 20, 2015 23:29:19 GMT
Kryse continues to rise; the chaingun's first salvo had only grievously injured her because it had struck her exposed main thrusters, which were bared and unshielded even in robot mode. The trio of shots that Soundwave did manage to squeeze off before being overwhelmed once again by her savior tore into her right calf and aft respectively.
It was painful, enough to drive a low hiss from her intake, but not really all that harmful. She had the extra padding on her aft to thank for that, at least partially. Hah. Here she was, making jokes in her own head, at a time like this.....
As soon as she reaches sufficient elevation, she lets her boosters subside and opens her wings fully, their flexible surfaces making a feathery "whump" against the night air, using the thermals and her own body to glide across the forest, dipping and climbing every few cycles, speed gradually increasing..... The strip of bared musculature and circuitry along the back of her legs still hurt, but it had finally clotted over, and the pain had subsided to a dull throb. Her available thrusters occasionally fire to give her wings an assist when needed....
Where was she? What again had the name of this planet been...? It had listed merely as numbers and coordinates on her nav-screen, when it had been frantically chosen as a suitable destination.... But surely it had a name now, with so many inhabiting it. Even as she pondered the matter, something big and fast raced past her head, only a few dozen yards above, passage buffeting her with wind and heat.
Native wildlife...? They were sleek, bland-looking creatures, with triangular, stubby wings, large, powerful-looking thrusters, and a single bulbous eye sitting in the middle of pointy, tapered, conical heads..... She could detect some sort of communication between them; garbled radio chatter in no language she could decipher. They circled her at a moderate speed, huge, glassy optics appearing to be looking nowhere in particular. What were these things..?
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Post by Taggon on Jan 20, 2015 23:47:53 GMT
((I'm getting a bit busy myself.))
Taggon was glad to see his aim was fairing well. He was a bit absorbed in the battle to take heed of the insecticon, but he figured it would just fly off since Soundwave was occupied. No questions, no demands, and no thanks. The return fire from Soundwave's return fire was well timed, since Taggon had still been looking through the scope of his weapon. Yet he knew by the way Soundwave turned, there would be some incoming. Taggon was quick enough to lower his weapon and get into more of a low standing position from a crouch before the rapid laser made contact, and hit his knee-guard. Naturally, the long spike piece of armor would have held, but just as a wood chopper hits his trees at an angle, so had Soundwave, and thusly the knee spike clanked to the ground, useless and detached, while the remainder of the splash damage and impact was given to Taggon's knee cap.
Taggon suppressed a grunt, it did hurt, since his knee was a weak point in the first place. The over all structure of a vehicon left the knee going unprotected without the long knee guard. Taggon was hasty to return fire, heightening his gun again for some targeting. With the movement of a professional, Taggon let his scope hone in for Soundwave's neck, and he fired two more precision shots at the place on the mech before lowering the weapon, and cocking.
Soundwave did not have much of a neck to aim for, thanks to his boxy frame, but if Taggon missed, then he was more likely to give him facial damage then chest damage. Taggon himself watched Soundwave for his next maneuver.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 0:25:40 GMT
Watching as the Insecticon disappeared into the distance, Soundwave suppressed the urge to run after her. Him, a vastly heavier robot with a damaged alt-mode, Vs a flying femme? It would be like a newborn Sparkling against a Scraplet... Deciding that his mission here was a failure, he refocused his efforts on escape. Flicking his gaze back to the Autobot, he barely had time to register the two shots as they ripped into him. Tearing out a large portion of his neck, the right side. He held onto his weapon with one clamped down servo as he slapped his other on the wound, Energon spewing out from in-between his digits. Unluckily for him, the first shot had managed to shred his body without actually expending a large amount of force, meaning it went straight through without staggering him. Meaning the second shot would hit it's mark exactly where Taggon had fired it...
Skipping off the top of his chest, the second round went into him at an angle, going in just below his chin and exiting out the back of his head, narrowly missing his processor. Dropping to one knee and releasing his grip on his rifle, Soundwave held in any response to the pain. It seemed that no matter what, he wouldn't allow himself to show weakness. Perhaps it was his years in the Pits of Kaon? Teaching him that any sign or display of weakness would be punished with harder challenges, greater injuries and one cycle closer to death... So, despite the countless warnings telling him to stay down, he slowly rose up to pedals. Removing his servo from the larger of the two neck wounds, the comms officer merely allowed his upper body to be drenched in his own Energon as he panned his gaze down to his rifle.
Crouching slightly and grasping it, he placed his second servo against it's barrel section and took aim. Rattling off beams like it was automatic, he cared very little where on or around Taggon's body he hit, simply buying himself time as he sent a distress signal to the Nemesis.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 21, 2015 0:41:34 GMT
Taggon was glad to know he was scoring another shot, and he found some understanding to Soundwave's stubborn reply to his leaking energon. Decepticons were trained to never give in, or the ones who were in high command were. Every vehicon had been given the same training in Shockwave's Academy, and the ones who survived the dreaded place were tough enough to take some good hits. At least, the original vehicons in the Decepticon army could, the new clones had not gone under such intense training. Taggon saw what Soundwave was doing with his trigger, and the vehicon responded first by swapping his weapon back onto his back--the rifle was something special to Taggon, and to have it broken would be bad.
The round of lasers flew for Taggon, and the vehicon raised his fore-arms to take the hits of the incoming beams, knowing that he had spent his dodge time saving his weapon. the beams battered his forearm armor, but Taggon took his turn holding his ground. Pain rippled through his body, but similar to Soundwave, Taggon was reluctant to give into doom anytime soon. He then dashed to the side, the line of fire following him. The vehicon took one laser to the knee, and a spark flew as static emitted from his helmet. It was agony. The pain slowed Taggon down some, but he then took a leap forward, mostly dependent on his good leg, and rolled forward, decreasing the distance between him and Soundwave some. Plented his good leg in front, and his injured knee behind him, as he took a kneeling posture, and commenced rapid knife-throwing. His first arm whirred for a knife on his back, and he threw it, aiming for the weapon. With knives, Taggon was as deadly as could be, and at short distances, he was at a very good comfort zone. Taggon's other arm launched another blade, this one had a boomer-rang effect to it, and was intended to fly by Sound-wave, and then circle around tightly and dig into his helm. Whether it would be fatal or not was yet to be seen.
By this time, the bullets reached Taggon, and they pierced his second layer of armor, digging into his 'catcher' layer. Lucky for him, it was meant for this very thing. However, it could not hold off the bullets forever--it was still thin. Taggon kept his fore arms guarding his weak points, such as his neck and lower torso, his visor locked on Soundwave. Your move.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 21, 2015 0:48:47 GMT
Not even 100 meters from Soundwave's current position, A groundbridge would open, which the infamous green vortex whirled to life. After a few seconds of it's arrival, A grey, black, and red femme came charging out of the portal with a mace extended in one of it's servos. The femme- designated as Crashcourse, immediately spotted who was friend and who was foe. The 29ft. triple changer sent a decepticon comm link to Soundwave. 'Head for the *scramble* portal. I've got you *scramble* covered.'
It was then that Crashcourse began to charge and close in fast, which she began to advance in Taggon's direction. Crash didn't exactly care if she was interrupting a party or a duel, she was just doing her job by covering for Soundwave. He better get moving... she thought.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 1:01:16 GMT
The first knife cut across Soundwave's supporting servo, nearly cutting it in half before embedding itself in his chest plate. The second, oddly shaped, knife nipped the left side of his helm as it flew past him, cracking his visor slightly as it's mounting was knocked out of place. On the return trip, the knife managed to stab itself in his right shoulder blade, due to it's course being knocked slightly before hand. With Energon literally coating his upper body, stopping just below his midsection, Soundwave's stubbornness saw him through as he refused to give an inch. Firing with as much precision as he could, four quick beams of purple energy zipped towards Taggon's right arm and chest piece, attempting to aim for where the joints would be located underneath his armour.
With the arrival of back up, Soundwave snapped his gaze over to Crashcourse and instantly regretted the action. Feeling an increased rate in Energon escaping through his gaping wound, he turned back to Taggon and provided a distraction. Reeling back slightly before swinging his arm, he threw his rather heavy rifle at the Vehicon. Hoping that along with the other Decepticon's charging would draw the heat away from him, the blocky mech took off at the fastest spring he could. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't very fast with a hole in his foot, along with wearing almost half his Energon supply but that was less of a problem. Passing Crashcourse mid way, Soundwave steeled himself against any knives being thrown at his back before disappearing in a flash of light through the Ground Bridge, leaving behind a thick trail of Energon...
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Post by Taggon on Jan 21, 2015 1:16:49 GMT
((GTG after this.))
Taggon understood he was gaining the upper hand, but he still was taking damage. The three purple beams came for his joints, however the precision was a bit off thanks to the injuries Taggon had given, and the mech was hit square in the chest, once, and then twice, only this time near the side. the third hot then hit the side of Taggon's elbow, and it was then the vehicon was forced to retreat, his armor chinking off thanks to the damage it was taking. Taggon backed off some, and Soundwave's next maneuver was throwing a rifle at him. The vehicon waited for the rifle to be close enough for him to swipe his good servo across his face, where the rifle was headed towards. This move nullified the rhythm of the rifle, and it clanked harmlessly to the ground. It was going to take more then just a flying gun to take Taggon down.
Taggon proceeded to slowly back away. He had defeated his enemy, since back up had arrived. Taggon continued to back up, and brought back out his long ranged custom rifle, which to him was becoming one of his most useful tools yet. He took aim for Crashcoarse, the newly arrived femme, and quickly took a peek through the scope to shoot her right in the shoulder. He lowered the weapon, taking a clip out of it and reloading, cocking it for more use. He was favoring his left side, since his other leg had been injured at the knee. his elbow was hurting extremely badly, but the pain was nothing compared to what Taggon had taken in the past. So the vehicon did not exit the area, or make an effort to escape.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 21, 2015 1:51:39 GMT
"Locked on target. Bogey is at my 9-o-clock, bearing northwest, moving at about 350, small in size."
The noise meant nothing to Kryse, it was words, but.... None that she could understand, but definitely words. My, these were strange creatures.... They looked so primitive, but had a language. They kept chattering, now exchanging words with another, distant speaker outside of Kryse's range of sight.
"No confirmation on faction, definitely looks Cybertronian. All attempts at communication have failed. Permission to engage...?"
Kryse's spark jumped at the word "Cybertronian". Though the speaker had mangled "Cybertron", added some weird suffix to the end, and twisted the word further with its accent, she knew the name when she heard it. They knew what she was, at least sort of. It didn't add up. We're these some primitive offshoot of her own species? No, they couldn't be..... No energon signature. And when she'd scanned them, no t-cog, no spark, no nothing. As far as she could tell, they had engines, some sort of nervous and communication system, and a fuel-system. Which meant that......
Where they drones?
"Give it a warning-shot first. And send the communique we put together."
A beat.
"Roger, sir."
There was another pause after this latest exchange, then:
"Greetings, Cybertronian. You are in Japanese air-space. If you are friendly, please signal in the affirmative."
Kryse understood that. The grammar was atrocious, and the words were once again muddled, but... Japanese? Was that this planet's native species? A nation? How was she supposed to signal in the affirmative..? It was all too much, this, on top of everything else. Kryse let herself drop, landing unsteadily far below, rolling several times, cursing as her legs twinned with pain. Kryse was worn out, confused, afraid, and..... And though it had been a thousand stellar cycles since she set off, she felt as though she had watched her parents die yesterday. Primus.
Fragging Primus.
The femme lurches unsteadily, stride uneven and stiff. She's in some sort of organized area, now. Small, dull structures with glowing patches dot the landscape here and there, and many have equally diminutive vehicles sitting beside them..... Kryse remembers s game she used to play as a sparkling. She would copy various things around the house, and hide as them. Yes.
Hiding. That would be good. Holding in sobs, the femme limps to the side of a house and examines one of the vehicles, body melding and shifting to match it in color and contours..... After a moment, the femme collapses into this new form, not thinking to move herself away from the indentical car....
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 21, 2015 2:24:08 GMT
Turning her helm to see Soundwave enter the groundbridge to safety, Crashcourse pressed her peds into the ground to avoid running any further, which the femme turned her helm back to Taggon ONLY to see a sniper rifle aiming for her. The shot from Taggon's rifle hit her thick shoulderpad, which it made a loud PANG! The metal was dented with a bit of energon, but nothing to drastic. Crashcourse began waving her servos, almost to say 'STOP SHOOTING!'. It wasn't until she tried to motion several motions. 'I come in peace, I do not wish to fight!' was the first motion. 'Please, stop Taggon!'
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Post by Taggon on Jan 21, 2015 3:04:00 GMT
Taggon raised his gun to fire a second shot, this one angling the barrel so that it would be pointing for the femme’s neck as well. He had been consistent with neck shooting, since it often made capture easier for him. Taggon was about to pull the trigger when the femme’s face displayed some shock, and she waved her arms in defense, signaling him to stop. It was clear she wanted to not be hit, and Taggon frowned behind his mask. She should be ashamed of herself, to have the nerve to wear the Decepticon insignia and give in this easily. A quick death will do her reputation better then she will carry it. Taggon thought harshly, his Decepticon programming kicking in as his digit slowly began to inch to pressing the trigger. The femme gave another motion, using a hand signal that Taggon was unfamiliar with.
‘Stop!’ That message again. She desired to live on, apparently. Taggon just kept himself looking emotionless as he readied himself to complete pulling he trigger, and put the femme out of her shameful misery. Soundwave had not given in. He had not asked for mercy like a TRUE Decepticon. Yet here this femme was, asking for some before anything even started. She earned her death already. A memory then found its way to Taggon’s processor, as he recalled a scenario similar to this one:
“I’m tired of showing mercy,” Gearchange had said as he had lifted his chain blades, to deliver a final blow to Taggon, who was on the ground, beaten and defeated. Taggon had given it his all that day, when he had fought Gearchange as a Decepticon. The mech had been badly injured, but Taggon had suffered too many wounds to be able to fight any longer. He was helplessly situated on the street, looking itno the eyes of his to-be-executioner. “Then do it.” Taggon had snapped, “You Autobots have never shown any mercy in the first place. Not to vehicons.” Taggon had then braced himself for death that moment, and he had blacked out after Gearchanges blade had come down---
The memory ended in nano seconds, a flash that mentally hit Taggon like a lightening bolt, gone as fast as it had come. Taggon ceased pulling his trigger, not a shot coming from the barrel. Gearchange had shown no mercy that day to him, and this meant that he had to show some mercy. He was an Autobot now, and couldn’t be what he had been. Slowly, the gun barrel was pointed at the ground as Taggon glared at the femme from behind his battle mask. It could be a Decepticon trick, and probably was, but Taggon persuaded himself that he should give some mercy to those who asked for it. The vehicon remained emotionless in his movements, although he kept his arms around his weapon.
“Explain yourself.” Taggon said monotonously to the femme. If she pulled off a trick on him, he would see to it she regretted the maneuver. Taggon made sure that he was not being tricked by sweeping his scanners through the area. No one else was present. Good.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 21, 2015 3:15:21 GMT
re-converting her servo back into a fist, Crashcourse began to motion/explain her reason.
'I am 'techically' not a Decepticon. I have information for the autobots.' She motioned. I mean, seriously Taggon. I thought you'd be surprised to see me... Slowly moving her servo to her belt, Crashcourse grabbed the recorder from earlier holding Shockwave and Starscream's conversation. The femme then tossed it in Taggon's general direction. Attached to the recorder would be two words: For Watchman. There must have been a large piece of paper next to the note, which it was probably for the prime himself. 'Now, IF you want to tango, that is fine. But I'm in dire need of a high grade..
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Post by Taggon on Jan 21, 2015 3:37:16 GMT
Taggon narrowed his optics at the femmes neutral facial expression, as she made and motions. Taggon slowly deciphered them, and after two minutes of staring at her silently with his deep red visor, Taggon finally got her messages. The toss for him was caught with ease, even though it was his bad arm. Taggon subspaced the recording away, already adding it to his mental list of what to report to high command.
Taggon kept his visor locked on the femme, calculating what actions to take next.
‘I am in dire need of a high grade…’ She had motioned. Taggon’s scowling and hostile glare ceased, as his furrowed one optic ridge and raised the other as his processor pieced together a possibility. With his bad arm, battered and weakened, he summoned the bottle of high-grade energon that had been meant for him in Aries Fist. He had taken the note off, so it was just the bottle. Taggon approached the taller femme after another pause, and handed her the bottle of high grades. He then took a few steps back, doing another sweep of the area and examining her closer. She was a few sizes higher then a particular femme, had a different paint job, red optics, and thicker armor. She had the parts of a triple changer, hard-to-come-by Cybertronians.
Taggon then finally spoke up. “How creative.” He said simply. Just in case this femme was not the particular femme he had a theory she was, he could use the words to point another direction. If she was indeed his general—then he was referring to her planning, and new design. He latched his rifle to his back plating, though he was ready to let a knife flick into his servo from his ankle devices should she prove to be hostile. If this was the general, Taggon had to admit; She had been missed.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 21, 2015 3:43:38 GMT
Kryse sat, dosing, oblivious to the fact that in staying next to the vehicle she had scanned, she stuck out like a sore thumb.
Her signal was also unshielded and factionless....
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