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Post by Cobalt on Nov 11, 2015 13:41:37 GMT
Cobalt wasn't exactly sure what Jag meant, poor vocabulary was a quality of youth. So he simply looked back and shrugged. But as he turned he saw the fight unfolding in a way he wished it would not. Whoteclaw was losing, Cobalt had to get him out of there, even if that meant leaving this bot he had just met. Sprinting towards his friend, the sparkling waved and called out to Jag. I might not come back! Take care! He then faced foreward and yelled to Whiteclaw: You aren't going to make it! We have to leave! I don't want you to die! Cobalt was nearly tripping with each step as he ran, snow spraying everywhere, pushing through flaming brush. If he could get the predacon to stop foghting and leave, that'd bring things to calm and safty.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 0:48:58 GMT
((sorry Krovennan (Quaketread). I didn't wanted to skip my turn, but I'm doing this to finish this ASAP. My apollogies if this is considered wrong in your point of view. )) Whiteclaw would continue shooting but he only wanted to get Jetlag away. The pain in his chest continues increasing. If he had a good spark condition, he would continue fighting, but sadly 100 millions of years of life aren't healthy to a mech like White. Don't take care of me, just try to stay safe... I'll get you outta here in some minutes!Whiteclaw knows in there is time to ask for a grounbridge, or at least a way to go away. Fly wasn't an option since the threat of Jetlag would mean the death, or at least the impossibility to go away, and walking is too slow to a mech like him. He sends a comm to the autobot base. The voice of Whiteclaw sounds like a whisper behind his battlemask. Please, I need a reply for the love of primus....
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Post by Krovennan (Jetlag) on Nov 12, 2015 1:29:37 GMT
((I can still work with it, assuming nothing gets out of hand))
Jetlag got some distance between him and Whiteclaw, holding up his arm to block the worst of the shots, using his Wing Blade as a partial shield. aiming with his free arm, Jetlag fired a tracking missile directly at Whiteclaw, taking advantage of the distraction to boost into the air, waiting for the missile to hit before boosting down to the Predacon, arms raised to strike, before his RCS suddenly kicked in, changing his course mid air to land behind Whiteclaw, firing another missile at point-blank range, following it up with twin torrents from his flamethrowers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 1:49:46 GMT
Whiteclaw shoot at the missile with the couple of machineguns. It explodes some few metter away from him but the explosion was enough to get the mech out of balance. It distracted the pale predacon as Jetlag wanted. Some bullets reach his back, hurting some of his circuits. His wings attached to his back moves to work temporal shields. The mech isn't able to stand, every move increases the pain in his chest. Cobalt was right, Whiteclaw would not win that battle for tha lack of good weapons, without mention his serie of ethics and his health condition.
Please, explain me, what have I done?.. You said I did something, but, what is that? If I were wanting to kill, I would do it, but my ethics are stronger than anything!
Whiteclaw asked to the 'con, expecting a bit of mercy. He wanted to know the real reason of the Jetlag attacks. Did White do something against him? He doesn't remember, maybe it's the partial amnesia, or maybe he never done it, but the mech is confused. Still holding the machineguns in every hand he fired another load of bullets, but he wont continue for so long. Now his worst enemy isn't the apocalipticon, now it's his own spark.
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Post by Krovennan (Jetlag) on Nov 14, 2015 18:26:41 GMT
"It was all of you."
Jetlag boosted to the right, dodging the hail of bullets as he boosted forward, kicking up snow around him as he aimed to body slam Whiteclaw, not even waiting to see if it had any effect before boosting up and over him again, another rocket fired at point blank range to Whiteclaw. Landing on the other side, Jetlag boosted back, firing another rocket at the Predacon.
"Every one of you Autobots. You let them get away, gave them an escape from judgement, let our pain go unanswered. You wanted your peace, and you were content to let us burn for it. You are all guilty, guilty of letting my pain go without the vengeance I was owed. I'm going to inflict that pain on you a thousand times over for what you all did. Maybe then you'll realise, you're no heroes. You are all hypocrites, liars, traitors!"
Jetlag boosted in again, unleashing a white-hot torrent of fire from both arms at Whiteclaw, channelling every bit of power he had into the flames, the attack started to almost resemble a beam of fire with the intensity Jetlag threw into the attack, screaming in rage as he pushed the flames further and further.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 23:44:12 GMT
Hit for hit, bullet for bullet, every attack used on Whiteclaw leaves a dark mark. The thick armourplates of Whiteclaw would resist some of the impacts, but the ones which can penetrate destroys certian parts of his body, but at least all his limbs remains together.
Whiteclaw continues using the wings to resit many attacks, but in a given moment the big featherplates cracks before get broken. He wont fly or use his words but at least his chasis were protected partially. The clawed servos holds the machinesguns with all his determination. He didn't get any long range weapon, or any firegun. The power of both machinesguns increases, making more damage, but now the weapon only shoots 20 bullets per second. The panic invades him again, and the best way to release that feeling is yelling.
I'm not an autobot! I'm not an autobot! I'm not an autobot! I'm not guilty, I'm the victim too!
I'm not an autobot! I'm only a civilian! I've been one for ages. I dont want to be like an autobot, only to take the benefits of them! Because I'm don't want to be a monster like those autobots, or like your people, or the ones who killed my родина (motherland). You don't know about the pain to loss your city state and be hated by the rest of the cybertronian races. But at least my people gave me something that many of us has lost, there were called honor, and ethics! ... это от имени моего народа, Мигратрион!
He tried to stand up, but fails. Some tears can be seen falling behind his battlemask, but they aren't tears of cowardly. Those were tears of impotence. An old mech with poor weapons isn't able to do something significant. Now he was the inocent scapegoat of Jetlag.
Some hundreds of meters away from the battle, a whirling vortex appears. In middle of it a tall, skinny and black mech appears, holding his hybrid weapon with a servo. The cold enviroment wont be the best to Rifle's chasis. Like the rest of mechs, he wont handle low temperatures like Whiteclaw does.
Here is cold, hard and empty... I wonder where that jerk is....
He took only few minutes to know the location of Whiteclaw and Jetlag. The cries of Whiteclaw were enough to give their location to the snipper The golden optics stares at the fighting duo before to aim with his assault Rifle and shoot cat the Jetlag's neck. It was a warning, if Rifle were wanting to shoot at the jetlag's face, he would do it, but kill isn't an option unless he's paid.His endoskeletical jaw is smiling like a human skull would look, but he is angry, and disturbed by the 'con, and his friend.
What are you trying to do with my customer?
The mech got another bullet close of the Jetlag's cheek. It would hurt a part of his faceplate, or an optic, maybe both, but both of his bullets are eefective, with a low range (2%) of fail.
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Cobalt
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Post by Cobalt on Nov 15, 2015 17:56:33 GMT
Cobalt couldn't watch White take this anymore. He dashed to him and enabled his bubble shield, blocking future damage from Jetlag. The sparkling stood firm and began to speak to White. White! I think someone else is here! They came in through a green swirly thing. Cobalt was excited as this may mean that they can leave soon, but the sounds of a high caliber rifle firing discouraged him. Maybe this wasn't their freedom? Nonetheless, he stood his fround and protected the damaged predacon.
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Post by Jag L.I.G.H.T on Nov 15, 2015 22:27:37 GMT
Jag nods to the Wave and using his Coat to withstand the Cold walks firmly towards the Battle kneeling in place to Watch as the Battle progressed waiting for this to End very Soon. But after a few Ramblings he had to do something his Patience was Withering and he decides to Shout to Call onto the Three strange Mechs and a Child he just met
"Ey!, You mates shouldn't be fighting in such Mettlesome Weather!"
Jag was at a fair Distance from the Three persons to avoid any Damage taken from this Fight although he was clearly Visable by the Rest. His Monacle zoomed into the Three to gain any Sign of Faction recognition until he saw Jetlag whom he did not Recognize but his Conversation with the Rest and the fact that he saw a Scarred Decepticon Faction Plate made him think he was a some sort of Decepticon. Jag was entirely looking for a Decepticon to lead him to the Nemesis for his personal Gain but that would be Revealed later on this might be a Great Opportunity after all for him, he replies again saying:
"Good mech, If you can I must Ask what is the purpose of bothering these other 'Fine' men?"
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Post by Krovennan (Jetlag) on Nov 21, 2015 20:50:05 GMT
Jetlag's fire stopped as Whiteclaw fell, readying his weapons for a final blow, when Cobalt's shield got in his way, before he could react, he felt the bullets glancing at his neck and faceplate. Turning, Jetlag saw a familiar face, the one he had left for dead when he first arrived. Jetlag faced down Rifle, rolling his shoulder to clear it of fragments of his armour. Jetlag was about to speak when some strange mech started talking to them all. The mech seemed entirely unaware of the situation before him, seeming to think they were friends.
"This does not concern you. This is a matter between Autobots and Decepticons, unless you want to pick a side right now and be done with it. Otherwise, stay out of my way."
Turning to Rifle, Jetlag quickly fired two rockets right at him, boosting towards him, leaving Whiteclaw and Cobalt free as the Apocalypticon zig-zagged towards Rifle, taking a swing at the mech with his wing blade.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 22:24:09 GMT
The pale mech transformed into his beast mode. In both ways it looked in bad conditions, but at least he can stand up in his fours legs. Moving one of his paws, he pointed at the swirling vortex.
Let's go... we can trust in him.
Whiteclaw ran in a slow rate. If he forces himself to be faster, his Spark would stop working or it would suffer a big damage. Also, he wont leave Cobalt behind.
In the other hand, Rifle used his big hat as a shield to block the rockets and the Jetlag's blades , the impact makes him fall, but he is in perfect condition. Picking his machete, he would use it to protect himself as he prepares his best weapon of always, his voice.
The opera will start and the great tenor Blackhertz will delight us with his voice....
Rifle's jaws move as his voice synthesizers produces high frequency which would hurt the audios and processors of anyone in the place, even the audios of JAG, Cobalt and White, and of coure, of Jetlag. The snow fell from the trees, and a weird crack woud be heard some kilometers away from him. It would mean the origin of a new avalanche.
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Cobalt
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Post by Cobalt on Nov 22, 2015 4:56:32 GMT
Cobalt turned off his shield, obviously exhausted from the recent happenings. He listened to White and began to run, much less impeded now that the snow had been melted away. The unusual figure they approachedapproached, with their large round plate on the crown of their helm intrigued the sparkling. But that didn't matter when the shriek was heard. Ahh! To that hurts! He stops for a moment, but manages to push on, and makes it past the tall bounty hunter and approaches the ground bridge. Cobalt stands a moment, but closes his optics and mutters. If White thinks it's safe... He blindly dashes through the vortex.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 5:03:57 GMT
Whiteclaw waited to see Cobalt inside. His audio receptors heards the intense noise produced by the sniper. The poor predacon feel an headache due the sound frequencies, but he tried to continue his way towards the whirling vortex.
Once the Sparkling got inside the vortex, Whiteclaw does the same, leaving Rifle. For a moment he ignored him since his pain in the chest is becoming worst than his sore on his audios and the wounds along his body.
(Cobalt, to the command central)
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Post by Jag L.I.G.H.T on Nov 22, 2015 12:35:25 GMT
Jetlag's fire stopped as Whiteclaw fell, readying his weapons for a final blow, when Cobalt's shield got in his way, before he could react, he felt the bullets glancing at his neck and faceplate. Turning, Jetlag saw a familiar face, the one he had left for dead when he first arrived. Jetlag faced down Rifle, rolling his shoulder to clear it of fragments of his armour. Jetlag was about to speak when some strange mech started talking to them all. The mech seemed entirely unaware of the situation before him, seeming to think they were friends. "This does not concern you. This is a matter between Autobots and Decepticons, unless you want to pick a side right now and be done with it. Otherwise, stay out of my way." Turning to Rifle, Jetlag quickly fired two rockets right at him, boosting towards him, leaving Whiteclaw and Cobalt free as the Apocalypticon zig-zagged towards Rifle, taking a swing at the mech with his wing blade. "If It's all the same to you I am just looking for a way Back to my...my...Uhm....Warship!, Yes!... My--My--Warship, Heh.. I was unable to give a Comm to you fellow Gentlemen once my Captain..err..Captain Piston-Wheeler..Betrayed me and left me for dead here!"Jag had said but It was a Lie unfortunately, he needed a way to get to a Decepticon Warship to begin his many Schemes from thereof and try collecting as much as many Credits as he could, He replied again after the Mech mentioned the War."A War?, Mech..are you MAD?!, I thought you and them were Friends since....since well Cybertron's Ages!..The only thing you had in common other than killing each other would be going after --Nevermind I've said too much just please Direct me to the Nearest Warship you can tend me to for Recovery..a Ward maybe?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 4:16:14 GMT
The black mech steps back before get the Jetlag's blades. He has no business to do here. The weather is cold and he doesn't tolerates that kind of environments and Whiteclaw has left already with the little one. Everything he does is walk through the vortex. Once he jumped back to the ground bridge, the swirling vortex closes, leaving no clue of the singer.
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Post by Scatter on Mar 5, 2016 18:48:04 GMT
All of personal effects and equipment were on his person or in the cockpit with him now. The shuttle was finally going to land, probably to be never used again once it crashed; the landing gear was no longer functioning and Scatter didn't have time to fix it if he didn't want to alert anyone on the planet of his presence. Plus, it'd be fun to crash-land on purpose. So, he searched for one of the colder areas of the planet, along with one showing the least signs of animal life - a large frozen wasteland above the largest landmass seemed to fit.
Soon, the shuttle breached the atmosphere, a sheet of flame blanketing the front of the ship - Scatter attempted to slow the descent, knowing that impacting at too high a speed would most likely kill a Cybertronian of his size and build. It didn't take long for him to break through the clouds, and see the vast, frigid wilderness he was going to crash into. He braced himself, ready to-
As he hit the ground, Scatter was flung upwards. The ship sort of 'bounced' down the slope he had landed on, throwing the poor mech around the cockpit. ((OOC: Remember to wear your seatbelt, kids!)) Finally, the ship came to a stop at the bottom, a trail carved into the dirt behind it. The shuttle was damaged beyond repair now, never designed for a crash landing like the pod-like ships that other Cybertronians used to escape their dying planet and find somewhere new. The upper part of the cockpit shot off, landing not too far off from the crash site.
Soon, the ex-seeker was pulling himself out of the wreckage, making his way towards a nearby forest. If anyone had noticed the crash, they'd be here soon. And if he got lucky, there'd be some sort of aircraft he could use as his alternate form arriving with them - he'd need some form of disguise.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 20:12:25 GMT
A groundbrige appears a couple kilometers away from the location of the mech. From the green whirling vortex a blue and yellow figure appears. Once it is outside the portal, the broundbridge closes automatically. The cybertronian has a mech looking appearance, especially by than heavy armour and the face covered by a set of mouthplates. Everything that can be seen of her face was her two optics, the right in red, the other one in cyan .
Cold everywhere.... that nasty feeling surrounding me, anyway, at least I'm alone
The femme felt the snow around here. It turned her a bit nostalgic. The cold things makes he to remember her father, the one who disappeared in her early days. With one of her pedes, she kicked a bit of snow away from here. Maybe she would prefer a fight than take a walk. After her time with the cons, Scary has been fighting over fight without stop, so, flying would be a good therapy to the corrupted femme. She would transform into her jet mode and flies in a slow rate. Since Scary doesn't know about the existence of another cybertronians in the area, her signal and silhouette could be see for everyone. (and for Scatter,of course).
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Post by Scatter on Mar 5, 2016 20:33:01 GMT
He'd noticed the other Cybertronian enter the area via what he could only assume was something he'd heard of but never seen before; a ground-bridge. He quickly drew his dagger, hoping that they wouldn't be making their way towards him. In the meantime, he began to attempt a connection to whatever global network this planet had - a task that was difficult in a place with very little signal. But he managed to connect to it, even if it was a very poor connection.
'N-now... if I just had an alternate form I could fly out of here without being noticed.' He thought to himself, glancing back at the Decepticon who had stepped through the groundbridge.
They were now up in the air, flying in their alternate mode... Scatter felt a pang of jealousy, as they seemed to have a perfect disguise and he didn't. It gave him an idea though; he attempted a connection again, and using the vast information network of the planet (albeit at a slower speed than desired), he tried to search for an alt form that'd suit his specifications. He was just glad his paint-job allowed him to blend in with the environment, even if just a little bit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 22:08:23 GMT
Scary noticed the landed ship first than anything. The femme flew towards that strange spot. She was lead for her curiosity more than a reason to fight. She has gotten enough hits in the past to be willing to get another one. As a gladiator, Scary is always ready to hold her twin swords and fight bravely, but now everything she wanted was a place to relax. Sadly, that peace where interrupted by the ship presence.
Like a 5 years old child. Scary approached excited, but at the same time she was worried to see something that represents a threat. Instead to fly directly, she would land some 200 meters away from the ship, just behind some pines to proceed with her transformation.
With a cautious move, Scary watched the ship until notice a smaller cybertronian close from it. She stepped back and growls in a muted tone.
An enemy, a friend? That's a hard question.
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Post by Scatter on Mar 5, 2016 22:55:26 GMT
They'd seen him! Scrap.
Scatter began to back away slowly, holding the knife out with one hand while pushing himself while he crawled with another. As an ex-con himself, he was worried if this was some sort of retribution; he'd heard tales of a group tracking down those who had defected from the banner of Megatron, and delivering swift and merciless 'justice'. If he had any sort of chemicals on him, or even a grenade that was safe to use (he wasn't going to use a Scraplet Grenade in this weather - too cold), he'd try and fight back. But all he had on hand was his relic of a gun. The knife was probably more effective than that thing right now.
Scatter: S-Stay back! I'm w-war-warning you!
This wasn't good. He needed a way to get out. Still searching through the tons of data he had stumbled upon by connecting to the planet's network, it looked like he'd found something - schematics (or at least some sort of statistical data) for a fighter jet. He hoped to high heaven that'd be enough information for him to be able to scan and transform.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 23:07:50 GMT
The gladiator automatically pointer her swords towards the mech, but she didn't stepped any inch. Her manly look would be very intimidating, especially with that red eye shining and the cyan corrupted one with a long scar along it. Her bichromatic optics analysed the newcomer, he looks like a non aligned mech. The ignorant femme doesn't know any datta about the cybertronian who is in front of him. So, she would try to act a bit friendly, only to avoid an unnecessary battle against a 'civilian'.
My war is against those pseudo-religious bastards called autobots. Not against a civilian. I'm only looking for a well deserved break. Is that too much to ask?
She moved the tips of her swords pointing at the ground, but she would keep an optic at the mechs weapons. for a second Scary looked at the remains of the ship.
Seems you had a bad landing, at least it was better than mine.
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