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Post by Empress on Aug 16, 2017 6:53:22 GMT
Not far from the city of Iacon rested recently destroyed towers. Though the main impact had happened quite some time ago, the old structures still shed weight from their failing frames. By now the dust had settled after being disturbed for the first time in many years.
One of those far away buildings had suffered damage from a collapsed roof. Three floors from the top rested a seemingly corpse like figure. It was twisted and mangled, with missing limbs and joints bent in a sickening way. If one were to do a superficial search all their clues would result in believing the subject to be offline.
Upon much closer inspection, that would not be the case.
Scrounging up her last bits of energy, Empress was able to trigger an implanted beacon. Unfortunately due to damage sustained in her fight, the signal was blaring in an open frequency for any listener to hear.
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Compass
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Post by Compass on Aug 16, 2017 19:40:41 GMT
Compass wasn't going to be able to deny the validity of Weld's concerns. He had them himself, but before he could even voice his opinion he jumped as a comm came through on his helm. His visor lit up as the frequency waves played across his screen. The tiny voice could only just be heard by the other mech in the room. He held a hand up to the side of his helm, acknowledging the call. ::Whiteflier, Compass here. I'm... I'm in Iacon.::::I'm getting some repairs done.:: A pause for the sentiment to sink in. Compass turned his head so that he was looking directly at Weld as he continued. ::By a... He's not an Autobot. They don't know I'm here. I had to take one of their escape pods.::::No.:: was the slow and measured response. ::His name is Weld. We're just outside Iacon's borders and heading to the Victory's crash site.::::Acknowledged. Compass out.::The Decepticon lowered his hand and gave Weld a small nod. "Let's go," he said shortly, raising no more fuss about partnering with the medic bot and heading outside through the entrance. If he needed to wait for Weld to open it, he would do so; otherwise he would stumble back outside, holding up his arm and displaying a small holographic projection of the surrounding area. He was already plotting a course to where he detected the Victory to have crashed. hargablarga
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 16, 2017 19:51:29 GMT
It wasn't too long after he'd left the convoy again, that he received and open comm, belonging to Vating, who was calling himself Vatimus now. The request was for the Autobots that could hear him, to respond. WheelSpin was half tempted to make himself scarse as it would have been easiest now. But if he did that, he would have also been on his own for locating any energon and he needed the tools to repair his frame and make his faceplate at least presentable, if not without a mark. All that was easier to acquire from the Autobot faction. He had little idea what the state of Cybertron currently was and how safe it would be to ride into the streets and steal what he needed. He remembered it war torn and there having been very little that could be easily obtained. After an irritated grunt he finally responded to the comm :: This is Wheelspin. Are the private comms working again? There's some of us online, although.. the general direction taken by the group as a whole is.....chaotic.:: It was. As he neared Iacon walls he began to scan the area again. It was a good location for an ambush and one could never be too safe. It was then that a signature popped on his scanner. It was not an autobot, which put the racer on guard. He began to slow down, scanning the area again. Just one so far, and one non defined. It didn't mean that there were not more Decepticons in the area, however. Another scan still confirmed the two signatures and nothing else. He made a mental note to upgrade his scanner once he had the resources available. He could not rely on ShadowZone constantly, and that bot was currently nowhere to be seen. He'd tried the comm. Just static too. It was a split of a moment decision. He would investigate and leave his comm open. In case there were more Decepticons at the location, he would report directly to Vating, warning him of the potential danger. He'd prefer that it would have been just a lone straggler, having crashlanded on this side of Cybertron. When he zoned in on the workshop he slowed down to a step. Transforming into his base form, he began the silent approach. One servo took the shape of a null ray, the other remained as a servo for now. He used the soft part of his tyres on his pedes to make as little sound, as he continued closer and closer to the location of the discovered signature. He ducked down when he heard something or someone stumble from the workshop, he'd just been approaching. Compass Vatimus Prime @hargablarga
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Aug 18, 2017 14:20:03 GMT
Vatimus waited for a long while, making sure as many people responded as possible, before speaking again. :Negative on the broadcasting station. I need you all to regroup within the crash site so we can develop a proper plan and get our wounded in one place.: He crossed his arms as he started pacing around. He was gonna say something to Diamond, but she already left the comms... That was annoying, they all needed to regroup and recuperate their forces, not start going on wild goose chases. He wanted to make sure everyone was regrouping. He made an announcement on one of their less secure comms, the Decepticons weren't over here at the moment, so it should be safe. :All Autobot forces, regroup at the crash site. We'll set up fortifications and tend to the wounded there.: Why was it that his entire faction ran off? This was frustrating. ( RedOptics WheelSpin Whirl @rollerjade Any other Autobots I missed )
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Post by hargablarga on Aug 19, 2017 22:23:43 GMT
"Great! I-" Weld suddenly stopped short. A broadcast had just switched on, coming from somewhere near the Towers. He guessed it must be an open signal, since the Decepticon seemed to have heard it too. This complicated things. Weld was already taking a Decepticon to the Victory, so if the injured Cybertronian was an Autobot, he couldn't take either of them. The other side would most likely kill them on site. He had to hope, though. The door quickly slid open and Weld emerged, looking in the direction of the towers. Of course, he could barely see anything. It was more of a reaction than anything else. A flash of color caught his eye, and he looked down to see . . . an Autobot. "Stay behind me." he told the Decepticon. He reached for the only weapon he carried, the EMP blaster, and held his hands up with the weapon still in his left hand. This way, if the Autobot shot him, he could quickly charge it up and knock the foe out. Weld hoped it didn't come to that. Violence did not suit him. "Hello, Autobot." he said, inclining his head slightly as a gesture of greeting. (( Compass ))
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Methuselah
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Post by Methuselah on Aug 20, 2017 16:08:08 GMT
Methuselah had changed into his alt form, granting him higher durability at the expense of any controlled movement other than rolling. The force of the impact sent his meteor-like form barreling through the shuttle, tearing metal and forcing him into a long skid on the ground. By the time his old gears allowed him to both transform and get to his feet, nobody was there. Looking around, he spotted Vatimus and moved to stand near him.
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Compass
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Post by Compass on Aug 21, 2017 4:32:07 GMT
Unable to voice his thoughts before Weld spoke, Compass opted to remain silent. The whisper to stay behind him was heard, and heeded only because the medic bot was so much bigger than him. Just about to part his dentas to ask what Weld thought he was doing halting their progress, he heard the other mech say those two words. He was suddenly a lot more willing to fold himself more tightly together and stay behind Weld. Compass activated his radar for good measure, trying to obtain a read on the Autobot's position. For now, his servo merely hovered over his pistol, as Weld's did. hargablarga WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 21, 2017 18:32:30 GMT
"...Hello.." He paused studying the first bot, the taller and bigger one. He noted the weapon in his left hand, but also the non threatening posture. It could be a ruse. He straightened and tilted his helm slightly to the side. "I know you are hiding back there. I spotted two spark signatures.." As far as he could tell the first bore no mark of the Decepticons and so the second, the one behind him, must have been the one he was after. "You found a con, good. I'll take it from here. " He smiled charmingly at Weld. He could have misread this though and perhaps the little con was having a weapon pressed against Weld's back, which he could not see. Perhaps even going so far as to intend to use him as a cybertronian shield. He studied Weld's optics trying to make sense of it. Yes, no? Friend, foe? He even waited for any indication that he was dealing with a hostage situation of any sort. " Just don't try anything. I don't want this to escalate. And you Connie. Come with me willingly, and you won't get harmed" He held his servo with the null ray, trained on the big one. It was precaution and he would only fire, if the other made a move to fire first. "You know.. in a bit of a hurry, so if you could cooperate, all that."
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Aug 22, 2017 16:00:55 GMT
Vatimus was now pacing back and forth. What was taking them so long? Everyone should've been almost here by now... Yet no one was here. Maybe he was just being impatient, he has had a pretty bad day after all. He continued his pacing and eventually leaned against the shuttle. After a few moments longer, he activated his open communications. :Hey, where are you all? Ignore anything to be investigated along the way, we need to regroup first.: He hoped people would actually listen to him this time... Hopefully they would, especially since it isn't that hard to listen to as basic orders as regrouping. ( WheelSpin )
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Post by The Inventor on Aug 22, 2017 16:36:29 GMT
A group of Autobots in vehicle mode approached Vatimus from a short distance away. Autotroopers, accompanied by an off-color of different blues and greens that clearly wasn't an Autotrooper. It didn't take long for them to get within walking distance from the Prime, at which point they all transformed, Correlator at the head of the group. He approached Vatimus while the rest stayed behind him a little ways. "Vatimus," he began, "Prime, did you say?" After a squinting glower upward to make sure he recognized the formerly up and coming Vating, his expression softened, and he continued. "I was planning to offer congratulations for the promotion, but after seeing the mess Skyspray left you in charge of I think I'll offer my condolences instead." A well timed wink from the eyes projected onto his visor said to Vatimus that it was a joke. In short supply at a time like this, with the faction surrounded by the devastated remains of their ship. "I'm Correlator, with the engineering corps. We got your comm. Sorry about the delay." "Several of the able bodied Autotroopers and I have been organizing ourselves into groups with alternating shifts between tending to the wounded, and searching crashed shuttles to salvage supplies and recover surviving Autobots." He then gestured to the Autotroopers who had hung back. "This is everyone who was on recovery. The rest are taking their time transporting the wounded here. None of us are medics, and that's not just me being modest. But we did the best we could." Vatimus Prime
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 22, 2017 21:28:20 GMT
Well orders were orders. "It seems it's your lucky day...Don't do anything stupid and see you later...sometime." He would have liked to stay longer, but it wasn't up to him to question whether a con and a neutral were not the priority over the order to regroup. He made a curt, mock salute and took a few steps back. Still facing them he transformed. Then his tyres squealed while he turned and sped off, kicking up whatever had been lying on the ground. The remaining journey back to the ship was uneventful. He kept his guard up, but refrained from investigating anything that was even remotely suspicious. He'd picked the broader streets with as direct a path to the crash site as was possible. The closer he got, the more debris he found scattered about on the ground. It was a good indication that he was going in the right direction. When the buildings up ahead looked damaged, some levelled with the ground he knew he was almost there. He already spotted another bot near where the new Prime was standing. Along with him he could spot a good number of Autotroopers. Survivors? Good. He sped forward. He transformed a good few feet away from the group and began walking towards them instead. He stopped when he reached the Autotroopers, and stood off to their left. He waited for the two to finish talking before he would report to duty. Vatimus Prime
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Electra
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Post by Electra on Aug 23, 2017 22:37:14 GMT
Speeding through the crash site, Electra's wheels kicked up dust from Cybertron's long abandoned surface. She swerved around bits of debris, tires squealing as she rushed to their new leader. She had heard all the comms, having been in the vicinity, but found herself unable to reply- she had been preoccupied with their wounded. During the battle between the capital ships, she had avoided the fight, instead busying herself in the medbay. They had a lot of wounded, and not nearly enough medics on field. It had been as hectic as one might expect.
She transformed from her motorcycle alt into her bipedal form, stumbling over her own pedes with the speeds she had been going at. She broke out into a light jog until she was standing in front of the newly promoted Vatimus Prime, and she saluted him with energon-covered servos. "Medic Electra, reporting in sir! Excuse me for not responding faster. I was busy-" She quickly stopped herself when she noticed Correlator, and she took a step back, averting her gaze to the ground. "Sorry." She added sheepishly.
She took the time to assess the situation: their ship had crashed, their soldiers were dying, and their allies were scattered if Vatimus' comms were any indicator. That sounded about right.
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influx
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Post by influx on Aug 23, 2017 23:39:19 GMT
Influx arrived with Scatterbeam following just behind him. They were in vehicle mode. He didn't drive just up into the wannabe base, because he didn't want to surprise anyone and get shot. He transformed and then walked in slowly, because there was a gigantic bot just there. How TALL was that guy??. Influx, at his 18 feet of height was more than a bit intimidated. "Uhmmm..." He made sure to remain besides Scatterbeam.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 0:48:52 GMT
Scatterbeam stood at attention next to Influx."Scatterbeam reporting in. Vatimus Prime, sir." She said with a salute of respect. "And other's should be on their way shortly: Diamond, Dashside, and a few others."
She turned to Influx, who couldn't seem to bring himself to speak, which she thought was understandable. It would be intimating as a neutral to be facing a faction leader with as much...stature, and Vatimus. "This here is Influx. He has experience as a medic, I figured he could help us out a bit." He tone then changed to a much more causul and hushed tone. "Also quite pleasant, I don't expect him to be much trouble."
Hopefully he wasn't offended by this, but Scatter knew she couldn't just walk into camp with a neutral and expect everyone to not question it in some way. She was sure Influx realized this as well, seeing how intent he was on stick close to her.( influx Vatimus Prime, I'm only tagging people I interact with from now on.)
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 24, 2017 1:18:00 GMT
Circling above the group for a moment, Dia scanned the area, making sure there wasn't anything fishy going on. Soon she dove and landed heavily, tenderly carrying her sparking against her chest. She inspected him, frowning at his wound before looking up and spotting the Prime. "Vatimus." She greeted, unable to spit out the full term. She couldn't help but feel broken when she looked at the new Prime, knowing damn well that if he hadn't died, Skyspray would be standing in his place. I'll mourn later... Aqua needs me more right now. She thought, giving the little one a gentle kiss on the forhelm. Vatimus Prime
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 24, 2017 5:23:29 GMT
"Well... not that it has been obvious by standing here waiting for you two to finish so that I would not be interrupting but.......WheelSpin reporting to duty. ..can assist with the wounded." He said it verbally now, even if it was clear enough by him showing up earlier. He glanced briefly at the assortment of bots that came after him. One was a motorcycle, who nearly stumbled her way towards them. A medic - Elektra - that was a little late, by the looks of it. Jumped right into the conversation. Another was a bot of approx. his size. This one remained a little more quiet, and appeared to be a neutral - Influx -. When Scatterbeam spoke, Inlux had been introduced as having experience as a medic, but was a neutral. Same size as himself, which was in part rather unusual. Most bots were taller in stature. Finally Diamond, he recognised her without the need of an introduction. The only one he thought could jump right in, into anything, having been the conjunx of their previous prime. Speaking of which, ..this may have driven the point home a bit more. Skyspray, the prime, appeared to be dead and replaced and he must have known it or else he would not have handed the leadership over to Vating. He studied the flier wondering how she was taking it, and in part to keep the size of his face that had been ripped not fully in view of the rest, a bit of vanity in that part. Vatimus Prime influx @rollerjade RedOptics Electra The Inventor
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Post by Dashside on Aug 24, 2017 13:43:40 GMT
Arriving from the Flatlands after Influx, Diamond and Scatterbeam, a yellow motorcycle pulled up behind the group, transforming into the shape of a femme as it visibly increased in size. Dashside stood towards the back of the congregation of Autobots, having made it just in time to hear Scatterbeam rattle off the list of people who would soon arrive. Given that Wheelspin and Diamond had taken their turns to talk, she waited until they were finished to verbally make her presence known. "I'm here. Havoc and Whirl are a little behind, dealing with a prisoner that fell out of a hole in the sky." Her choice of wording was as simple as she could put it, given that she didn't really care for where Thunder had come from, or the situation his arrival had now lead to. All that mattered to her was that he had been dealt with. (( Vatimus Prime WheelSpin influx @rollerjade The Inventor Electra RedOptics ))
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Aug 24, 2017 13:58:06 GMT
Vatimus looked around at the small crowd that had gathered around him. Finally! He finally stopped his pacing and looked at the first arrival, a large portion of the engineering corp, lead by Correlator. He was inspecting them just before the battle, good to know that most of them made it. "Thank you for arriving. Better late than never everyone. Correlator, good job on gathering the wounded."He looked around at all the others gathering, Wheelspin was there. He probably has some medical training. And actual medic was here. She was gonna be in charge of the whole medical operation at the moment. Soon after her was Scatterbeam along with some other mech that he didn't recognize, nor had any emblems, it was quickly answered. "Wheelspin, Electra, Influx, thank you for your assistance if you do offer it by the way, we're gonna get the wounded out to here where it's more easily defendable. You both need to handle the medical duties, Electra, you're in charge."Then Diamond arrived. She didn't look to be in a good state especially considering Skyspray was killed in action. "Diamond, go out with some of the healthier soldiers and set up a defensive perimeter. All currently operation forces are to be doing something."Lastly, he looked back at Correlator, the Engineering corp, along with Scatterbeam. "Once all the wounded have arrived, head out and give me a full readout of all the damages. Once we know that, we'll know where to go from here."Dashside arrived just as he was finishing up. She was one of the last, but normally was out trying to deal with other's problems, so he could guess why. He gave a nod to her, then pointed to Diamond. "Help Diamond set up the perimeter. I'll go drag Havoc and Whirl back here myself." With that, he marched out and transformed into his vehicle form to go grab the remaining soldiers. ( WheelSpin The Inventor Dashside RedOptics Electra influx @rollerjade )
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Post by The Inventor on Aug 24, 2017 19:18:21 GMT
Plenty of new arrivals went ignored by Correlator as he watched the first wave of wounded bots roll in, aided by the aforementioned group of organized Autotroopers. They were the ones with minor injuries, able to be moved more freely without concern for further harm; the ones that would trickle in last were the worst off both for their wait for medical attention, and for the severity of their damages. Correlator hummed questioningly when his attention turned back to the group gathered around Vatimus, just in time to hear about Electra being put in charge of the new clique of medically trained individuals. He listened quietly to the rest of Vatimus' orders, having missed the early compliment to his work- work he would have gladly accredited to the Autotroopers, rather than himself. Perking up once his own orders were given, the new Prime's command gave Correlator pause. "Well sure thing, big guy," he said, watching the Prime drive off. It only only a few seconds for him to walk over to the other members of the engineering corps and consult, an exchange that had a lot of shrugging, some deep sighs, and ended with one of the team hanging his head low while walking away to lie down in some ship debris in the fetal position. After the conclusion of their consultation, Correlator approached Electra, who had undoubtedly already begun working to help the newly arrived wounded, with the results of the conversation. "Yeah, Regenesis is pretty much scrap." The news was accompanied with a chorus of resounding nods from behind him. "None of us really specialize in starships, so destruction at this scale..." The raising of his open-palmed hands, a shrug, and a confused look on his face drove the point home. "I mean, I'm an inventor- not a repair mech- so if the corps says they can't do it, it probably can't be done." Sighing deeply in resignation, Correlator reached up to rub the back of his neck stressfully. "Not really sure why I'm telling you, but-" Some Autotroopers arrived carrying medical supplies the recovery teams had gathered from mostly-in-tact shuttles, and it seemed like Electra's work would begin kicking into full gear before long. "You know what though, we can keep searching for shuttles viable for repair," he continued, unfettered by the response- or possibly lack thereof- from his captive audience. "But as soon as I find some way to invent us out of this predicament, you'll be first to find out. You know, after Prime." Probably after getting in the way of the medic's work, he decided to take a few steps backwards to give her some space. Vatimus Prime Electra
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 24, 2017 19:50:43 GMT
Aquahaze was still asleep, nestled up in Diamond's arms. He hadn't noticed he was placed in her cockpit or that they had traveled either. His processor was still not fullt developed, meaning it needed a lot of rest to ensure it could take in and process all new information constantly thrown at it. He groaned a little in his sleep as his mother kissed him, not liking that even when not mentally present. However with all the commotion being stirred up around him, he was starting to wake up, but before he was supposed to.. (( RedOptics))
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