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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 21, 2015 13:49:04 GMT
Suddenly, as if nothing had happened, Crashcourse's optics filled up with a certain humor hardly anyone got to see in the Crash Demolitionist. In a few seconds, the femme's facemask and visor slid back to reveal a faceplate with an all to familiar scar crossing down from the temple to the chin. Crash then raised a servo to pat Taggon on his good shoulderpad, which she smirked. "Good to see *scramble* you, *scramble* Taggon." A mixed tape, radio reply said. It was Crash, which the muted triple changer stored the bottle into her subspace and out of site. "Now, high command will be suspicious that I've stayed this long. I've gotta' head out. Don't let Skyspray do anything stupid. And you keep this meeting silent."
Just then, a signal popped up on Crashcourse's scanners, which she turned her helm to look around What the scrap? Another one of em'? She thought. No, it's factionless...
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Post by Taggon on Jan 21, 2015 14:04:30 GMT
It was Astrinal! Taggon instantly wanted to straighten up, salute her, and give her an instant status report of the entire status of the A-19 strike team. He resisted the urge though, and gave her a respectful nod instead.
"Yes ma'-er-femme." Taggon said, though there was some relief in his voice, and also deep respect. He did not give her a pat on the back, for he was not her equal, and she was his superior, and thus his servos were to be laid off of her until she ordered otherwise, or unless the situation called for it. It was strange, to see Astrinal so content with him, and actual humor in her optics. It was just strange. The next thing Astrinal had to say was that she would be having to leave soon, otherwise high command would be suspicious. Taggon opened his mouth to speak when he too received the signal. Before he thought about it, he thanked Primus he had not pulled the trigger. he was extremely happy he hadn't, though he let no emotion slip past--or he did his best to. It was hard to act like a drone when you hadn't seen an old friend for a long time.
"I originally came here for some head-clearing time, because of something dark you're going to learn very soon--but I discovered a distress signal. Soundwave was harassing some kind of insecticon, and I came to its aid, I don't think it ever took notice of me but I gave it an opening of escape. Must be half starved if it only made it that far from this point." Taggon said, some of his end tone was a bit awkward, since he didn't know how to address Astrinal at the moment. The situation was just strange. Taggon knew the insect wasn't going to help itself, so to speak, so he began to make his way to it.
"Decepticon high command will be suspicious indeed. The insect wanted away from Deceptions, so if you allow me, I can handle this. I will keep Skyspray out of trouble--and have. I have many tales to exchange with you--ma'--erg." Taggon really did not know how to address her. Calling her simply AStrinal was something that he needed permission for. Even then, it had such a weird feel to it, a low-ranker calling a high-ranker by name.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 21, 2015 15:13:32 GMT
((How tall is Taggon Is she taller than him!! XD)) Winking like the autobot general normally would have, Crashcourse's facemask and visor crossed back over to conceal her face. Now that her red optics pierced back through the blue visor, Crash patted Taggon one last time on the shoulder before motioning her goodbyes. 'Glad to see ya' alive. I'll do the same on your behalf.' Then, as if she was saying good bye, she shifted her large armored servo out to shake Taggon's. He didn't have to if he didn't want to. It was still drenched in energon from her fight in Wuhan, where she'd beaten a femme down with her bare servos. What was her name, Diamond? Crash mentally shrugged. Guess it wasn't her day.. she thought. 'Cant you *scramble* tell diamond *scramble* I'm sorry for *scramble* smashing her to a *scramble* pulp?'
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Post by Sinn on Jan 21, 2015 22:11:42 GMT
A few cycles of rest was enough to clear Kryse's head of much of the overwhelming emotions she felt. Well, not so much clear them as bridle and organize them to minimize their interference with her thinking.
She cycles her intakes, then moves away from the house, jerkily at first, then more smoothly as she gets a feeling for this new disguise. Only until she was recovered. Then she would shed the ugly, boxy mess. The femme finally thinks to check her energon-scanner; wasn't everyone always telling her to "use the thing dammit, it's built into your head!"? Well, they had at least.... Before "their" heads were systematically imprisoned or sent rolling. Like her-
No. She could be a mess later.... Above, she could here the radio-chatter from before, more distant, sounding confused and frustrated, but still present. No robot-mode for now. Hopefully the flying things would go harass someone else.. Her newly-activated scanner picked something else up; an energon signal that identified as "Autobot", and another that was clearly Decepticon. Kryse froze for a moment, considering the implications of their stillness and close proximity.
Had one immobilized the other? Perhaps one of the two was being interrogated by the other...? Her rescuer had been fighting last she'd seen... Kryse's tires crackled softly against concrete and fallen leaves as she backed out of the driveway that led up to the tiny house, turning about with a rev of the engine and driving away... She didn't know her destination, but staying put seemed stupid. If she could be tracked, and she suspected she could- quite easily -she could at least make those looking for her put some effort into it.
Perhaps she owed her rescuer help, after all he or she had done for her. She was wounded, sure, but she could still fight. Sort of. Her presence might mean the difference between success and failure, life and death, for the Autobot. Kryse curses to herself, damning her own moral sensitivity, then does a u-turn, nearly crashing into a curb, and heads back towards the signals....
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Post by Taggon on Jan 22, 2015 0:02:46 GMT
((Taggon's around Twenty five feet tall, since that is approximate vehicon height. Think about it. How is it possible for vehicons to be thirty feet, unless their tankticons? optimus towers of them as well as Megatron, yet they're a decent height. Twenty-five feet or more is my theory for their size--though I'm setting for just twenty five feet. Average I guess, but hey, it gets the job done perfectly.))
Taggon gave a soft chuckle, as he shook her servo, and then turned to head for the signal.
"Diamond is a rookie ma'am. She has some great potential in her, but she is very young, and maybe very scared. I recently rescued her sister, who had been interrogated by Vos. I will tell you about it later, if I live to do it. Good bye." Taggon said, and then left Astrinal to go back to Decepticon high command. They would be interrogating her alright. "Just keep any Decepticon friends you have close up there." Taggon warned softly, as he walked into the distance. As Taggon traveled to the signal, it turned out that it was within a Japanese air base, or something of the sort.
"This is Autobot Taggon. I am coming into your territory to assist a fellow Cybertronian. From what zI can tell, you have a neutral in your borders. Over." Taggon said calmly into the radio system the humans used, and then he walked towards the base, following the energon signature. He didn't bother thinking about transforming, since he was incapable of that. No doubt that the insect had transformed though, side it had not been spotted. Cybertronians could be sneaky. Taggon just kept his pace as calm as his sight was keen, searching for the source of the signature as he entered the base.
Then thee was a crashing noise. Taggon whipped around in the direction he had heard it, ready to draw some of his knives. Only to see a military vehicle perform a wobbly U-turn. The Cybertronian? Taggon didn't need a scanner to tell when an unmanned vehicle was doing something weird to know that he was dealing with transformer material. He resisted the small urge to chuckle, and kept approaching the vehicle, hoping that it would notice his Autobot insignia.
"Greetings, Insecticon. I do not come to harm you, but it seems that you are slightly lost as to where you should go. I offer some guidance in direction." Taggon said in a calming voice, trying the diplomatic approach. Taggon knew that some people would roll their eyes at what he had said lastly, since most Autobots looked for recruits. What he had meant was some guidance out of this place. Humans could be annoying when it came to territory.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 22, 2015 0:06:15 GMT
Turning her back to Taggon soon after, it was quite usual to leave Taggon with the last word. I thought I could slip past with a smart-aft comment. But I'm suppose to act professional... Within seconds, the Triplechanger made it to the groundbridge, which closed behind her.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 22, 2015 2:03:56 GMT
The vehicle, a light jeep with only two seats, stopped. As Taggon looked on, it rose, collapsing, twisting, shifting, and whirring until it was a silver femme a good six or seven feet shorter than Taggon. Elegant, she was a guilded sterling to Taggon's weathered wrought-iron. Her build was what humans would have called curvacious and hour-glass shaped.
Curiously, she bore none of the Jeep's parts, nor its colors. She appeared exactly as she had in the woods. Wounds were apparant on her; energon ran in half-congealed trails down her legs, and it was clear their backs bore considerable wounds. The femme walked cautiously- or perhaps just stiffly -towards Taggon, big silver optics running up and down his frame.
Military personal had gathered at the spectacle, and several individuals had been dispatched to the sight of the fight, which was perhaps thrirty miles away. At the bark of a superior, they dispersed, murmurs dying off.
Kryse looked at Taggon, expression solemn.
"Thank you,"
Her tone was stiff, formal, adding to the strangeness of her accented voice and antiquated dialect.
"I was worried I was too low a priority to be helped."
Her silver eyes shifted slightly.
"Like Helios. Where am I? What are these vehicles? What are the diminutive flesh-beings?"
Coming out of any other mouth, the words would have sounded passive-agressive and ungrateful. From Kryse, they simply sounded frank and unvarnished. Kryse was blunt at all times. But barely holding her emotions in, wounded, confused, and for all purposes, alone, any social graces she may have had were unapparant. It was possible to see her internal turmoil; her servos, at her sides, shook ever so slightly, and her optics continuously shifted dialation, silver wings shifting at her back.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 22, 2015 2:36:37 GMT
Taggon remained calm, staying stone still, not a change seen in how he stood or how he regarded her. His vehicon mask also revealed noting about his thoughts on the femme, the only thing evident was that he was possibly examining her. Taggon knew that the presence of a vehicon would always stir soemoe, especially the fact that he was the first Autobot vehicon. It made things awkward, but at least the humans hadn’t opened fire. The insect was clearly a she, since her body and her voice indicated such. Taggon did indeed find her a bit whiny in tone, but he knew the experience of being shot, and going through rough times.
“I will not lie to you; I originally came here for some quiet time, but then I heard gun-fire. I came to your aid, and you left. I thought you had been gone for sure, and had a small conversation with a friend of mine, when I discovered your signal was nearby. So I found you again.” Taggon clarified coolly, “This planet is Earth, or as I call it, Terra-Firma, and it is much smaller then Cybertron.” Taggon concealed the small curiosity he had in his voice, since he possessed small wonder of how she seemed to have no alternate mode parts. Last he had felt with insecticons, they didn't even transform into vehicles. They were very dedicated to transforming into beetles, wasps, or any insect really.
Taggon was reminded of someone by how fast the femme asked her questions, but kept up with his answers, since that was what she wanted. “These vehicles are meant for military purposes, and are capable of transporting their drivers, the life forms you are asking about, across the terrain. These small organics are referred to as ‘Humans,’ and luckily for you this group is more friendly then others.” Taggon gestured to them, though his visor was facing the femme.
“For the sake of more details, where on Earth you are, is Japan. A long stretch of a few islands, and beyond it lies actual water, in abundance.” Taggon kept going without making himself sound irritated, but instead he patiently answered her questions, as if he did this every day. “To introduce myself, I am Ex-Decepticon Taggon, and yes. I am a vehicon, but sentient nonetheless.” Taggon took a small bow, and then resumed a stone still position. He was not cold, but vehicons were programmed to constantly stand at attention, and it was in Taggon’s nature to only move when he knew he should.
"Now tell me, would you accept medical assistance from an Autobot?"
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Post by Sinn on Jan 22, 2015 3:11:02 GMT
Kryse's optics narrow slightly, and she cocks her head.
"I thank you again, but I have never been to Cybertron."
The femme is silent for a beat, then regards the humans as they move about, continuing to talk as she does so.
"They are small. And fragile. And yet they appear to be the dominant species..?"
She peers up at Taggon.
"I do not know what a vehicon is. Decepticons killed my family and conquered my planet,"
With hardly a pause, she continues, expression shifting slightly at the mention of medical care.
"I came here looking for Autobots. As I said, my former home was taken, and my parents were killed, along with most of the others..."
One of her eyes twitches, and her intake rattles a little bit, the choked off end of a sob. Despite her seeming stoicism, she seems on the edge. Kryse has been taught to keep her feelings under a lid around others, and even now, she will no more abandon that etiquette than Taggon will his Vehicon nature.
"....And my legs are damaged. Medical care would be appreciated."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 22, 2015 3:28:38 GMT
Taggon watched the femme try not to break into a sob at herself mentioning how her family had been destroyed. It was clear that from the way she was struggling to hold herself together, she was not a warrior. Fighting was not a strength, and she was acting quite young, but her efforts told stories to Taggon that a few wouldn’t be able to read.
Taggon could see that she was suffering mental damage from past events, not that she was insane. Everyone had their scars, whether it was inside or outside. Taggon had the mixture of both, though he had learned to get over them. As a mech of war, he knew how to take a hit, and then move on.
“Humans are indeed the dominant species on this planet at the moment.” Taggon said quietly, Not wanting to announce this fact and bolster pride. It would not do to have everyone think that they were extra dominant, and Taggon had said, ‘at the moment’ because he was aware of the surprises wars could bring. War could and had killed planets, lives, species, and entire civilizations. It would appear that by what she said, the insecticon had been effected by the splash damage caused by the war.
Taggon radioed in a ground bridge to the medical bay, and the green war-bridge appeared. “If Autobots and medical attention is what you desire, then step into this portal. Now,” Taggon had already guessed that if she didn’t know what a vehicon was, or had been to Cybertron, then she was not going to know what a ground bridge was. “This may look strange, but you have my word it is completely harmless. Just step through, and I will bring up the rear.” Taggon gestured towards the bridge, his tone had switched to something that possessed some empathy.
((To the Autobot surgical ward!))
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Post by Sinn on Jan 22, 2015 3:32:35 GMT
She nodded, regarding the groundbridge.
"We had these. Larger, but same principal."
Looking at Taggon as if this had some meaning, she nodded once again, perhaps to to re-assure herself.
"Thank you."
Then she walked into the bridge.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 22, 2015 11:41:18 GMT
Without further a due, Taggon joined the femme by going into the ground bridge, after saluting the humans with some respect. They had experienced a bucket load of surprises today, so they deserved some respect for taking it all the proper way. Thusly, the vehicon took his leave, and the portal shut.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 27, 2015 1:13:59 GMT
By the time Mire had arrived on the scene, the local human population had already begun dismantling and removing Kryse's ship. Or, at least, they were trying to. The ship was proving durable enough to make its dismantlement extremely slow and tedious work; even their heaviest industrial equipment was eventually ground dull by the sturdy metal used to construct Cybertronian ships. Diamond cutters were one answer, but there were very few diamond-cutters meant to cut through something the size of a commercial jet.
In the end, it basically settled on "slow and tedious".
When the femme arrived, the men and women had succeeded only in deconstructing the far half of the ship's left thruster.
Mire put an end to it before the humans could even open their mouths or train guns on her. A barrage of pulse-blasts from her Vehicons and rounds from her light machine-guns turned them to an unnattractive red pulp. Mire enters the ship, stooping slightly to fit through its cramped hatch. The inside was cleaner and less battered than the outside, though rather dusty and unused-looking. There were a couple of humans hiding on the inside, and Mire took the few moments required to squash them. She didn't need fleshlings running around while she took data....... The Decepticon stoops, visor flashing through various spectrums to get a sense of when exactly the femme had arrived and departed, what condition she had been in......
The maggot had spilled energon. Some of it had clung to her peds..... Mire smirks, finding her feet and switching to the visual energon-scanner in her visor to track the trail out the door, following it until she reaches a markedly disturbed patch of ground. A takeoff scene.....
She dispatches the two Vehicons accompanying her to scan the ground ahead of the sight in a grid. It takes five cycles for the three's combined effort to pan out. A smattering of shell-casings.... Spilled energon.... Scrap metal..... And leading away from that, more spilled energon and metal gore.
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Post by Plexo on Jan 27, 2015 12:02:30 GMT
A cold, icy wind blew across the plain, even in the morning, broad daylight, it was becoming a bit chilly. Plexo walked through the broken trees, not far off from the crash site, kneeling and looking at the destroyed trees. He had a few of the trees leaves in his servo, and he closely peered at them from behind his visor. He had already seen the driving marks left by Soundwave, the shuttle, and everything that had lead to the attack. Yet it did not interest him at all, he simply occupied himself with the trees, thinking upon how they had been destroyed, even in a small skirmish. It was sad, how the war sometimes tolled nature with its weapons. Plexo collected some of the trees seeds, and with the tiny black-sih brown specs in his servo, Plexo used his other to shove one of the dead trees out of its place. Plexo planted two of the seeds in the ground after tossing the tree away, and the warrior stood up to do the same for the other fallen trees. He actually wondered if the seeds would survive his touch, since everything he touched turned cold, and he himself was cold.
Nonetheless, the mech repeated this process until eighteen of the new trees had been planted, and it was then that he heard the sounds of others just a few paces to the west. Plexo made sure that his cloak concealed his masked face, and that the dark brown fire-proof cloth was concealed most of his being. He was not really an Autobot or a Decepticon, but he was still interested in what activity was going on. He continued to silently step towards the group, with his visor's technology, he was able to track the signals of the Cybertronians, and then calculate where he could spectate them. Decepticons.
He found out their faction just by looking at the vehicons. The mechs were bigger then usual, but Plexo was unintimidated. Plexo began to walk just a few meters to the side of the group who seemed to be going ahead of the others, lead by a femme. He made his appearance as to signal he was not here to fight, but by the sword strapped to Plexo's back, anyone would be able to tell the mech was not afraid to. Plexo maneuvered through the trees, following the cons as if he usually did so. He was calm, collected, and very quiet, as usual.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 28, 2015 1:28:32 GMT
Despite Plexo's silence and benevolent demeanor, Mire whirled on the mech with shocking speed, one arm tipped with massive missiles and a gun-barrel instead of a hand, the other suddenly a smoldering, crackling scythe...... The Vehicons shadowed her, pulse-rifles whirring into activity as they spun on him.
There was a moment of tension, where it seemed like one or all of the weapons fixed on the mech might have gone off.....
Then Mire stood up straight, head looking off to the east, mouth tightening.
"Our quarry has revealed itself. Another time, coldling...."
The femme leaps backwards and into the air, body twisting and folding into a sleek, blade-shaped fighter-craft, a single, massive engine roaring to life as it hangs in the air, propelling it forwards so abruptly that a strong gust of wind buffets out, stirring the forest-floor. The Vehicons follow suit, shifting into triangular tetra-jets and rocketing after Mire....... All three disappear rapidly, and a sonic-boom is audible perhaps two seconds after Mire transforms, her shape growing ever fainter as she and her escort disappear out towards the Pacific Ocean, speed continuing to increase almost exponentially.....
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Post by Detective Ulti on Feb 5, 2015 22:20:50 GMT
A green vortex exploded to life, a small yellow and black femme stepping out with a small toolbox in hand. The groundbridge closed behind her and despite that she stood there , both looking out at the river and the woods ahead of her, and letting the light breeze fan her face, causing her to smile lightly. After a few seconds, she stepped forward, walking down the small hill she'd bridged in on top of. Sitting down quietly, she opened the toolbox and took some parts out of it as well as tools, and began assembling them, seeming to do so without any kind of plan, but rather going as she went.
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Post by Detective Ulti on Feb 11, 2015 0:37:36 GMT
Shortly after, she seemed to have assembled some for of weapon. From the top down it looked like an oval connected to a gun barrel, which it actually was. The weapon functioned like a bolt-action rifle firing rounds designed to penetrate better than normal bullets. However, the oval shape used a function like a gear shredder, but instead created a circle of energy that surrounds the bullet and the longer the trigger is held the thicker the energy. When fired the disc of energy would be followed by the bullet, following it about 3 feet behind. In contact with an object the disc would keep spinning like a saw blade, cutting into the target and slowly dissipating the energy that formed the ring. By the time the energy would disappear it would usually make a deep enough cut for the bullet to get right in and cause extra damage. Dashside smiled at her weapon and primed a bullet,picking up her toolbox, before opening and leaving via a groundbridge.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 16, 2015 0:48:13 GMT
Above in the sky, about a mile up and hidden well behind the clouds, rested the A19-Strike team ship, Aries Fist. With multiple protectobots ready, and vessel had halted above a cave which had readings that butler with energon. having it's own ground bridge controls, the massive frigate commenced warp bridging down protectobots for mining. About fifty bots marched out of a ground bridge, entering the cave which was in the middle of a large cluster of trees, the cave entrance glowing faintly blue, the energon obviously in a large quantity.
Another forty protectobot guards came, twenty snipers spreading throughout the land, hiding and cloaking themselves, while another twenty guard armed with thick shields and assault rifles guarded the entrance of the cave which the mining troops entered. Viens of energon were found, and the blue matter began to get harvested, piled, and then ground bridge to the Autobot base. This cycle of mining, gathering, and then carting off to the Autobot base was basic, but the workers of the Autobot cause found their rhythm in their work, and kept to it. According to the orders of Colonel Taggon, they were to keep this up for quite a while, mining for the Autobot cause as to expand the resources the Autobots had.
The guards stayed in spread out groups of duos, so that if bombers came, swaths of them would not be killed at a time. The snipers kept their optics to the ground, around five of them occasionally peeking at the sky in case of air attacks. The protectobots worked hard and peacefully, their orders being received by a com-link from their leader and colonel.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 17, 2015 13:33:13 GMT
Taggon arrived at the ship, muttering a few things under his breath. He went to the command central of The Aries Fist, walking towards the monitoring screens. he looked at the console, pulling up a file. Taggon laced his fingers together behind his back as he studied the file. it was the profile of a specific vehicon which he had known a while back. He knew this very vehicon was functional to this day, in fact he knew this vehicon by number, and knew for a fact after a monthly hunt that the vehicon patrolled the European eastern region of Earth, along with a few other vehicons.
Taggon reviewed what he had scratched together about the vehicon, studying the mech's features closely. He would have to check up on the vehicon soon, seeing as he would require the mech for one last further analysis. Taggon remained in the stance, his polished mask mirroring what the screens before him shown.
::Heft. Initiate stage one of operation Unctutt.::
Taggon radioed one of his trusted bots, who instantly replied.
::Yes sir.::
Taggon thus awaited for the trooper to do as he was told. In the medical bay, a seizure commenced, one which Taggon had organized so that he would be enabled to start a little mission of his own. Since all other members of the A19 Strike team were otherwise occupied, Taggon had taken it upon himself to start organizing a party for a small event he had in mind. The vehicon went ahead to checking up on his miners, and as a result they had cleared away half of the energon within the mine. It was going to be time to leave soon though, seeing as Deceptions would show up soon.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 18, 2015 0:10:14 GMT
Taggon's visor faced the commander's seat, he silently watched it for a moment as he dared not sit in it. After a few more moments of starring at it, he turned his helm to check on the progress of the operation he had commenced. Everything was running smoothly. Taggon began to sharpen one of his knives, sighing at the thought of the A19 Strike team, and the other sib-faction he had joined a while ago.
It had been a decent amount of time since he had seen his former sub-faction, and he knew that they wanted him alive, for what purposes he did not know. Then again, he was on several 'wanted' lists, so it was nothing new to be regarded as prey for Bounty Hunters. Taggon continued sharpening his knife, if combat was to come, he was to have every single blade prepped and ready for intense use. After he was done with his knife, without a shadow of a doubt sure that it was in mint condition, Taggon moved onto his rifle, Uncutt. The rifle was a precious and old weapon of his, extremely dependable, very effective in combat, and had taken down various opponents.
it was something that granted him victory in many of his fights, and thus the weapon would be rewarded with even more care. The gun was always clean, but Taggon hated to see even a spec on it for too long. It was an obsesssion of keeping his weapons clean, all vehicons had it. It was a trained habit, and Taggon thought it to be a good one.
He continued to think on a few other matters, and finally a small alarm went off. The mining was done.
::Well done everyone. Make way for Elba, our ship's resting place. High Command does not approve of it's further use in the skies...unfrotunately.::
Taggon announced over the com-links, as protectobots rushed back into the ship via ground bridge. Snipers, guards, and miners came in, fresh from their cave expedition as ready as ever for a break. Taggon grinned at his forces after they came in, they were not bad for a crew. With that, The Aries Fist engaged it's thrusters, making it's way to Elba, the final wresting destination and possibly the future headquarters of the A19 Strike team.
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