Intrepid
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Decepticon
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Post by Intrepid on Aug 2, 2017 0:31:00 GMT
Intrepid raced down the corridors of The Victory to the shuttle bay, pushing aside any Vehicons in his path. They knew as well as he did that his life was more important than theirs, and that they were to be the last ones to fill shuttles after the higher warriors and officers. This battle between the two ships had taken its toll, and poor judgements had led to the loss of the Victory. Had the Autobots not also lost their ship, this would have been a devastating blow. He could only imagine what sorts of plans there were for what to do on the surface of the planet. He did not understand how some mechs made it to the highest level of command, but he was yet in a position to openly comment on such things.
Arriving to the shuttle bays, he quickly climbed aboard one as Vehicons were beginning to file in. Taking his seat towards the head of the shuttle, he watched as the Vehicons climbed in hastily and without order, clearly distressed by the current events. He wondered what it might be like for them, for a being created with no life expectancy on the battle to fear for its life. It was amusing to think that the Decepticons didn't invest in sturdier foot soldiers to combat the Autobots, and instead opted for cheap and easily dispatched Vehicons. Perhaps he could make use of them still, and any who survived could serve useful in the future. Intrepid would enjoy seeing if any of these Vehicons are worth his time once on Cybertron.
Vehicons, should you serve me well enough, I will personally request improved equipment and armor for your frames. You must demonstrate that you can surpass my expectations of you to earn this however. Intrepid spoke in a condescending and commanding tone, the Vehicons staring back in silence. When he was done they responded with a simple nod and prepared for Cybertron. The shuttle would then disengage from The Victory and take off for the surface, flying towards other Decepticon signatures in flight or on the surface. Intrepid thought to himself that this would be an interesting war again after all.
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Aug 2, 2017 20:19:57 GMT
Livewire opened the palm of his servo and slammed something down onto the roof of the shuttle, in time with his banging. It was a rectangular device, adorned with a timer, though it ticked down silently. His relentless pounding on the shuttle finally desisted when he heard the doors open, and he slowly stood up. He turned on one pede to face Vating- or, Vatimus Prime, but he didn't know that yet. "Autobot Vating, second in command to Skyspray. You've come to challenge me?" He looked rather disinterested, his face as flat as ever. He dragged his other pede around to face Vatimus fully, optic ridges furrowing slightly. Last he checked, their Prime was preoccupied with a certain DJD member aboard the flaming ball of the Victory. So maybe he wasn't just the second in command anymore. "Perhaps you've received a promotion and decided to face me." He concluded. "I doubt your Prime will survive this journey." He stated, arms behind his back. His digits twitched and he glanced ever so slightly behind his shoulder. "I cannot vouch for your sake either." He shifted, preparing himself to depart.
Without another word, he jumped into the air. He used his thrusters to boost off of the shuttle and he carried the momentum over into his transformation sequence to begin flying away. The device's timer reached zero, and exploded. He had just been stalling until the Prime had stepped out. The explosion was strong, though the extent of the damage depended on the shuttle. Still, he was sure he would be powerful enough to down the smaller vessel.
(( Vatimus Prime, Methuselah ))
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Aug 2, 2017 20:58:39 GMT
Vatimus stared at his foe, locking eyes with his new arch-nemesis. He drew his scatter blaster and photon burst rifle and was ready to fire the second Livewire drew. He wasn't gonna be unfair about it. He didn't falter at all to Livewire's taunts and threats, only steeling himself for the soon to be battle, "I was promoted seconds before he left. I already know what likely has happened to the former Prime. With his passing, I am Vatimus Prime now." As soon as he finished, and Livewire jumped off, an explosion went off in front of him. It didn't penetrate the armor, but knocked the shuttle off course on entry. One of the engines was running on borrowed time now and all they could do was navigate a safe-ish crash landing a few ways out of Iacon. The newly appointed wasn't about to let Livewire getaway without a hitch though. He turned to the direction of the Decepticon Commander and both missile pods opened up. He locked on target, Livewire. All twelve missiles (six per pod) opened up on the Decepticon Commander. The missiles only had two targets now, Livewire, or his own shuttle. The missiles wouldn't be enough to destroy the shuttle if most of them hit, but enough to definitely disable it and crash it as well. Vatimus had to get back in the shuttle though, he made his way to front of the ship. Didn't look like anyone was too damaged who wasn't already. He pointed to the opening and to the pilot. The pilot got the message as the shuttle door opened. Vatimus raised both his scatterblaster and photon burst rifle and continued to fire at Livewire as it opened. The second the shuttle door was open, Vatimus climbed back in and made his shield. He wasn't about to let anyone get a shot on anyone inside while the door was still open. While doing this, he turned to the pilot and shouted, "Give us a safe spot to land!" The pilot nodded as he made his way down. ( Highwire | Livewire Methuselah Whiteflier )
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Backbeat
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Decepticon
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Post by Backbeat on Aug 3, 2017 2:29:42 GMT
(( Intrepid Starscream Skybird Highwire | Livewire Whiteflier and all other Decepticons I've missed.)) The shuttle's computer gets co-ordinates to what appears to be a nearby Decepticon ship... The Faithless Looter. The ship's message was simple, Meet in the Kaon region for repairs, restock and to discuss the next move. A private message is sent to Starscream, with nearby co-ordinates to the faithless looter and a invitation to talk.
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Skybird
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Seeker
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Post by Skybird on Aug 3, 2017 5:44:40 GMT
She was only a near miss away from her mark. The femme growling slightly as she witnessed herself only barely miss the perfect opportunity. Worse off, her speed was hindering her from making any sudden corrections. She had to ignite her boosters again just to slow down fast enough to stay out of possible collision with floating debris. And well...by then she was hovering in place having to watch the poor Predacon fall victim to more problems. From flyer to flyer this was a disturbing thing to see. And the fact that it was a ground based Autobot causing this to begin with is even more irritating. She would fall witness to seeing the two collide into structures causing further collateral damage. Their aggressive descent only stopped as soon as they flew into and through the top of another building. Sky bird glaring at the wreckage as it was only a few more seconds before Enpress' signal shut down. That alone told a story that Skybird didn't like at all. Now with the possible loss of an ally, she had half a mind of going down there and tearing that Autobot apart. But then the conflicts spurred as an order came around for a rendezvous. The news rubbing her the wrong way here and there. She kept staring at the wreckage feeling as if it is destined to be a missed opportunity. How badly she did want to go down there and avenge the Predacon. But it was perhaps best she went down to the meeting point. Though within the last few seconds when she was getting set to ignore orders. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she would immediately transform into her jet mode bursting off at a dangerous speed towards Kaon. Although she certainly was not happy about it... Empress WheelSpin @shadowzone
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 4, 2017 5:20:33 GMT
WheelSpin's shield had been powered down to save energy again and because it was no longer needed. The flier who attacked them was nowhere to be seen and the body of the predacon appeared pretty lifeless. He checked for signature only to find that it was gone. There was no use in beating the dead, and he would obtain scratches from the contact, even if unintentional anyway. He had stopped, taking a few steps back. His servo reached up to his faceplates, where one of the horns had sliced across. He could feel the ugly tear and one look at the rear mirror of his car door, confirmed what he'd feared. It wasn't just a light nick that could be buffed out easily. He had half a mind to tear the body into pieces for that alone. He took a few steps towards the body, his scalpel blade replacing the servo of his right hand. His optics glowed and eerie sort of orange red as he advanced on the Predacon. His arm was lifted ready to pierce into the plating, cut through it and slice into her cabling underneath. It took him a few steps, but he stopped. His helm tilting upwards as he listened. The building itself felt destabilised. There was a potential of the enemy flier still coming around and she would have no reason but to blast into the building if she believed one of her team mates to be dead. His blade was exchanged for the servo again and he turned away from the fallen predacon to check where he had landed. The building was unfamiliar to him, but then Cybertron was vast, to know every building would have been pretentious. He threw one last glance at Empress then knelt by her motionless frame his digits curling around one of her horns. He tilted her helm up by it, studying her face. He listened again, but heard no engines approaching, and the explosions were now distant, the sound of them rather faint. The ships might have landed by now. It would have been logical to assume that, as they had been on the way to being crashed when he last left Regenesis. Diverting his attention back to the horn he could spot some energon on it, probably his own. His servo had been replaced again, the much thicker slashing blade appearing in its place. It would serve the purpose of hacking the horn off at the base. He placed it against the spot that he wanted to have it slash into. Lifted his arm and began slicing and hacking into the material. He did not take too long to complete the process and watched her helm hit the ground again as the horn separated from it. After that he slid his now 'trophy' into his subspace. She was lucky she was a Predacon and he could not see her body to have a use for parts for a vehicle frame, as that meant she would be left alone now. He turned away and walked to the ramp leading down and towards the exit of the building. A moment later dust and debris was kicked up as the race car transformed and sped down and out of the building. His frame was charged momentarily, taking on a similar hue to the rest of the miserable city, the sort of dull grey. Empress
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