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Post by Nightlock on Feb 22, 2018 22:17:39 GMT
What in the primes?! Who is this how did you get this frequency?! Shadowfire felt a massive amount of rage boil in him, this act could mean that thier entire communication net work was in danger. And that was something he would always dread, he might have put validity into her claim if she wasn’t in Kaon. ”what’s your designation Autobot? He suddenly asked, lowering his tone, should be able to tell if she was telling the truth by her name...
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Post by shellshock on Feb 26, 2018 20:56:56 GMT
Sometimes when people thought of Kaon they considered it Ailnoth's city, for after all as the leader of the Decepticons and the birth place of their rebellion it was only sensible that it would be his stronghold to claim. So he had, with an iron fist that was unrelenting in it's eradication of traitors that even till this day had just as many of the doubtful in fear of the Warlord as the infamous DJD. Such a city as the Kaon, he arrived in though wouldn't have been worthy of the power he welded, far too damaged and shadowed by a war that had occurred eons ago. The idea that a Lord would be forced to create a throne in the center of a scrapheap had been almost unimaginable.
Shellshock had made it impossible.
Within eight months, the Kaon that the Insection architech had created with the assistance of construction crews and his own children freshly made for the task was awe taking. From the center point of the notorious Darkmount which stood as a declaration of the Decepticon's strength, all the way to the black gates of Kaon more of a fortress city of their own than any pitiful constructions that had existed before.
In that way this was Shellshock's city more than anyone else's as he stared through hundreds of thousands of optics, building a city that would be remembered as legendary when all of Cybertron was unified under their strength.
It was then, in the corner of a drone's eyesight that he spotted an Autobot, far out of the web that was his prison and so he responded. In moments the Insecticon who'd spotted Gage moved, crawling through the window of the building the mech hid within and straight towards it's target as it hung from the ceiling until the moment it lunged. It's mouth wide open as it honed in on Gage's neck with a burning hate in it's optics that showed it's intention to rip the Autobot limb from limb.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 26, 2018 23:00:09 GMT
<:Calm down right now! your going to have more trouble then what you have onn your aft if you don't, whats chasing you? nevermind that focus on getting into the sea of rust, as quickly as you can, I doubt it will follow you there, I have some help that can hopefully Distract the Decepticons:>
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Post by shellshock on Feb 26, 2018 23:07:49 GMT
With the thrill of the hunt now in it's veins, the insecticon barely recoiled as it missed Gage and bounced harmlessly off the ground before turning to chase after the femme again. Her mad dash away and the screams that followed only enticing the beast to quicken it's pace as it chased after her. The mad gleam in it's optics now fully enlightened in the darkness of the abandoned building as it chased after the sound, all the while Shellshock's commands hammered into it's head again and again.
"Hunt, Maim, Capture."
So it did with a single minded pleasure as insect legs leaped up the staircase in half the time it took the humanoid Autobot to do so, until yet again it leaped. Those same razor edged fangs attempting to grip onto her back so it could begin to feast.
While all the while, more and more of it's kind where called to the disturbance under Kaon's Administrators watchful eyes. Even as the guards on the borders where alerted to the enemy from within.
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 5, 2018 17:04:06 GMT
After a long flight, the gunship landed on the landing pad in central Kaon. It was the first one to land in a while there. The blast doors opened and out stepped the leader of the decepticons, Tarn, and in his arms he carried an unconscious Diamond, captured in Petrex with the recent decepticon victory. Once outside, more soldiers came forth, saluting their leader and being ready to assist him if needed. He set down the femme on a cart which had been rolled up, and tapped a few buttons to activate the stasis binds, keeping her locked on it. "Put her in a cell in Darkmount. I'll check up on her later." The vehicons nodded and did as instructed, while Tarn followed to Darkmount too, although to another section. He had other things to attend to. More important things at this point. He also needed to refuel, as his energon injectors were empty. He needed reserves for when fighting dragged out, and he had no other way to refuel. :: "Vos, prepare yourself. The time is soon upon us. Await my command. And Vos, please try and assist me more next time.." :: Tarn sent a single comm, before proceeding to his base of operation, the fortress Darkmount. For once, it looked like they were winning this.
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Post by Lightout on Aug 7, 2018 18:42:47 GMT
Lightout walked the deserted halls of Kaon. It was empty but there was plenty of eveidence that bot's have been here. Decepticon was unlikley for Kaon was armed and ready. Autobot? Now that was possible. She made her way to the med bay to clean her wounds. Nothing big. Just a few scratches to her metal. She looked at her paint. It was SCRATCHED! HOW DARE THEY! She patched the cuts and contemplated on how she was gonna repair her black paint.
She looked in vain for some paint but found none. She sighed and saw some damaged artillery. Decepticons were here. She left Kaon hoping that the future was a good one.
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 24, 2018 20:11:43 GMT
Wheelspin watched as the little one slowly slipped into recharge. He exvented. Things would not be easy for him. Sure he would see his creator, his sire or father soon enough, but he would learn that he and his carrier, Diamond, were no longer on as great terms as they might have been. Things would be different for them. He moved at one point to lift the little one up, regretting that moment he'd tried it as the 'little one' was rather big compared to his own frame, but still managed to shift him to a more comfortable spot where he could continue resting propped half way against the shiny mech. He gazed out towards the wind screens at the storms that raged outside. WHen they finally subsided their progress had become rather steady, without any turbulence or drops because of the unstable weather outside. He needed to warn him. He knew that it was a matter of time till Tarn would head for Iacon now. He knew that he had effectively done what no Autobot would have been willing to do. He'd done it for various reasons. There were excuses there too, those who were now gone. :: Veeron. ...listen to me. Don't question my words just.. please leave Iacon. Now! Right now. Don't wait. Take what you need, who you need, and leave. And..... I'm sorry. :: The message was private, meant solely for its recipient. It was short too but he dearly hoped that it would be heeded. After that he glanced back at Aquahaze. "We're almost here..." He murmured quietly, not yet wanting to wake him up. Stellene-StellarStart and Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Oct 28, 2018 0:28:52 GMT
How long had it been since their final departure? Their initial return? The twins did not know, nor could they remember. Their systems had been rerouting and directing energy for so long, that most analytical functions had ceased. Audio, vocal, chronological, visual. They all had stopped. All because they could not agree. Unknowingly, centuries had been wasted on their arguments. Follow after the fleets or investigate the low signal that only the one could hear? Both felt strongly for their options, resulting in a paralytic deadlock.
It was not the first time that they had done this to themselves, and it certainly was not their last either, but it was most definitely the lengthiest. This battle of morals left their form rigid, stationary, and drifting. And now they were within orbit of their old migratory home. With energy levels no longer able to properly sustain their internal and eternal bickering, it was forcing their minds to acknowledge their predicament.
External lights began to flicker into a dim state of life, indicating that the twins were finally pulling themselves free of their struggle. "Energon... We need that." Thrusters feebly kicked into action, sputtering spectrum's of orange before transitioning to blues.
"How about we find landing... so I can crack that cap open and be done with you?" The second voice was initially laced with static before the threat came out in screeching cacophonies. The drone paused a few tense moments more before angling its nose downwards and continuing to the approaching mecha-planet.
The softer mind discreetly sent off a beacon, something the other often did. It was because of this that they failed to mask their signal from potential threats...
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 29, 2018 9:50:09 GMT
"Signal intercepted... cybertronian origin...." Wheelspin's attention was drawn to the pilot, and the subtle beeping as the signature appeared on screen, the little dot showing where the cybertronian was located at the moment, calculating its speed and trying to pick off whether it was friend or foe. There was a question of whether they ought to investigate further or land and send someone else to the area where the new arrival would land. The first was quicker, the second possibly safer. "Possibly a friend.." The beacon of which the signal had been picked up appeared decepticon. It could've been a trick of course, but then only one had been spotted. It was then that the pilot began to scan the near area, to see if they could pick up more signatures. ::Nearest decepticon forces are to investigate the quadrant and coordinates as follows..:: The data was sent to them first, while the ship began to alter direction. They were armed enough and help was on the way in case they have severely misjudged the threat. Really, who'd dare to come so deep into Decepticon territory if not a decepticon themselves? Wheelspin carefully moved the smaller mechling to the inner most section of the ship, where the walls have been reinforced, and a part of it could detach itself in case of emergency, splitting the ship in two. There he lay him down on one of the seats, securing him in place. "Just...recharge here." He spoke quietly, and surprisingly kindly to the sparkling. He had closed the door, locking it. At the panel he typed in the coordinates of the base in case an emergency required it then turned. Really, it was being over careful but lately nothing seemed to want to go as planned. He approached the pilot glancing once more towards the object, the decepticon that they were approaching. :: This is decepticon ship class... :: He nattered on the name and type of ship as if to set the stage of warning - do not do anything stupid sort of warning. :: You are flying in decepticon controlled territory, identify yourself. :: Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Oct 30, 2018 1:16:27 GMT
It was shortly after they entered Cybertron's atmosphere, that SwitchFoot had caught on to their other's transgression. At first there was no response, no lashing out. Switch would have loved nothing more than to fuss over the issue but knew that another argument would prove fatal. To fight would guarantee the cutting out of their engines and plummeting home. Something which Switch would rather not die over.
"If you send a signal you must do so on certain channels. Not all of them." Their tone was straining to be civil as well as stressing the instructions.
"Okay- what channels would those be? Could you maybe write it somewhere or something?" SwanSong seemed completely oblivious to the importance, if not irritated by the suggestion.
A static filled sigh left the other. "Yeah. I can do that. I'll engrave it on your lens or burn it into memory." With the sigh, Switch seemingly dropped the hostility of their tone, but the threats were still there. They often had to remind themselves to be patient with the other and their short circuits. An incoming comm prompted a pause. "Shut up."
"I wasn't saying anything!"
"You were going to and just did." Switch spoke flatly, no longer allowing themselves to be irritated. "Decepticon territory. Perfect." The drone began leveling out so as to prep for landing. The fancy titles and addresses of the other ship meant nothing to them. Then again, neither cared for anything other than their work.
"Oh! There's little-"
"Quiet, please." Switch paused for a pace, making sure the other would not interrupt. ::This is SwitchFoot. Surveillance division. Your turn.:: They sent off a pass-locked document verifying that they were who they were, give or take a persona or two.
"Switch-" The drone's thrusters faltered. Once. Twice. No more, for they had failed. ::-witc-:: SwanSong's voice shrieked briefly over the comms before an audible click was issued.
"Scrap." The drone leveled itself so as to glide. ::How 'bout we say 'yes' to skipping the pleasantries?:: There was another pause as Switch offered their attention to what their twin had noticed. No energon. No thrusters. ::Non-negotiable. Reprimand me later.:: The transmission forcibly cut itself off to preserve energy. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 30, 2018 6:06:30 GMT
WheelSpin moved closer to the controls. The identity of the Decepticon was being verified just as he was about to answer himself. But then there was as short cry that was not very audible and then again the first voice letting them know that time was limited. The sudden silence in the back suggested something had gone wrong or out. The words confirmed it. "Get ready to 'catch them before they crash." The flashier frame said, studying the screen. The pilot nodded. The engines of the smaller ship roared louder as the speed was suddenly increased. The Gem of isolation, as the ship was rightly named, blasted forward towards where the decepticon was located, and at a slight diagonal, to make up for the descend that they were being forced into. :: We will intercept you at these coordinates.:: Neither the pilot nor Wheelspin were sure if they would receive them, but he sent the message never the less. The ship angled itself, so that the entrance into it was now facing the glider, the doors began to slide open as it adjusted it's angle so that the glider would have a longer patch of the ship to skid on. Wheelspin gripped on the back of the pilot's seat, gazing in the direction of the Decepticon. If it worked, the ship's entrance would slide shut once more, once its new cargo was safely inside, and the flashier car frame would have moved forward to scan the Con for damage and current status of their frame. Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Oct 30, 2018 15:54:15 GMT
SwitchFoot was busy determining the most painless way to crash when the comm came in at low volume. They could only pick up on the last word. Not because of a faulty transmission, but because Swan was shrieking in falsetto. ”Now is not the time for theatrics. Behave now. Act later!”
The shrill screams of the other stopped abruptly. ”Do you really mean it?! That is just so- Oh look, numbers. Coordinates.”
Switch remained silent, shocked into in really. It was nice not to have to explain something to their twin for once. Though the time for dumbfounded admiration was for later, not now when there were more pressing matters. The adjusted the various flaps and slats on their form, angling themselves appropriately for the coordinates. ”Hey- do you remember that one play with the cables and that really artistic landing? The one with the flip?”
”Yes! That was my best performance to date!
”... I beg to differ. Anyways let’s do that without the flip. Otherwise we’ll get hurt, right?” There was an affirmative beep from Swan, not prompting anything further from the other. The chattering had died down as both entered coordinated thought.
The ship was drawing closer, landing bay angled perfectly for a grande entry. They waited, plummeting closer to the target. Any second now... They adjusted their flaps, their form slowing abruptly so that they could transform without having a limb or two torn off. Two large lenses focused on the bay floor, arms outstretched so as to send them into a roll upon contact.
They made contact alright. Switch had misjudged or Swan had overshot. They would debate later. Too fast and too low. They flared out the wings on their back for more drag. It helped a little. Softened the impact as their torso slammed against the edge of the floor. Metal grated as they dug their claws into the floor to keep from sliding out. Glancing up, they saw WheelSpin waiting.
They saw an autobot. ”Scrap!” SwanSong forced one servo to release, her optic widening in frantic surprise.
This forced Switch to bare their weight on one arm. They fixed their optic on the ship’s inhabitant. ”Don’t move. Do not approach.” Even in person their voice carried the static tone. This warning was issued in the event that Wheel was planning to approach. ”Swan! Arm up!”
The other obeyed. Both fell silent and glared at the stranger all while a series of low hums sounded off. They shifted their weight to the one side as their lower half twisted upwards, the one leg twisting at another strange angle so it could grab onto the platform. With three limbs in contact they were able to pull themselves fully into the bay.
The twins remained crouched at the entry, seemingly to have spent what little energy they had.WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 30, 2018 16:40:52 GMT
Wheelspin had stopped when the two scrambled for footing. He released a charge into his own frame, his colours changing from bright and colourful, to predominantly black with the yellow to orange red pinstriping like detail. The helmet he wore now, was smooth all around with some indentations, dark grey, almost black in colour. The top part consisted of a glass cover which was orange and reflective and that reached down to where the mouthplates would normally be. There the bottom part of helmet would reach out to cover the remaining section of the face. While the glass was rather smooth and reflective, the part of the helmet that usually covered the mouth plates,and which was presently retracted, had layered detailing and was less so.
He had not sprung forward to try and catch them. It was clear that he neither would have succeeded in doing so and that, frankly, he'd probably have had those claw like hands tear into his car door or arm, both of which would sustain damage. He'd have rather relied on the pilot to right their mistake, and adjust the ship enough to prevent the crash. Had that not been possible, well, he could not say they had not tried. But he was lucky. The two, and their appearance did take him a little off guard as they were one and two at the same time, had transformed and had managed to right themselves onto the platform. He held his servos forward, up for inspection. They carried no weapons. There was another reason for them to be held in the fashion. If the two, er one, er ...if this Decepticon chose to attack before things were explained, he could defend himself by bringing his reinforced car doors to the fore. "Easy." He began. "No need for violence." He did not continue his approach yet. "I am Vos and this is Tarn's ship. You are... safe." His voice was a low purr, but pleasant and presently, non threatening. These two were safe as long as they were of course loyal to the cause, or if Tarn did not wish them dead. So far however, the 'boss' had not marked them as targets, so his words were true. "I assume you are in want of energon." He doubted that they were terrible at flying as their altform has suggested that they were made for exactly that. The dimmer, possibly near dimmed out biolights though suggested the rerouting of energy supply to the areas much more vital to the survival of this Decepticon. "Forgive me for not having changed my insignia yet, but I have just recently been picked up and... it does not really matter." He smiled and reached into his subspace then carefully stepped forward once more, making no sudden movements, in case the two would choose not to believe him. He held the container out, ready to snatch his servo back, or lash out, should a threat be posed to his person. The ship was righted now that they were all on board. Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Oct 30, 2018 18:47:54 GMT
The pair remained crouched by the entry point, servos resting on top of their first leg joints. SwanSong was staring directly at the racer, a series of lenses cycling behind their rouge optic. Their head remained stationary, if not frozen in place. They realized the stranger was not as shiny as they previously thought. Either there was a change or Switch would need to fix their filters again. Swan did not enjoy the thought of it. His mask was interesting, the orange visor reminded them of a single optic. They thought that their other might like to obtain such a thing.
SwitchFoot had taken a downward incline with their own helm, almost looking as if they were attempting to glare. A digit on their corresponding servo impatiently tapped against the plating of their leg. Switch was thinking of something in the silence. Weighting their options and path of action. They would have lunged at WheelSpin right off the get go had their reserves allowed for it.
Their wing plates opened and closed once before falling into place on their back. Both were searching their memory banks for any ID that they could pin to the mech before them. With WheelSpin’s introduction and revelation, they cut their search short. SwanSong began to ramble about how they were ‘good cons’ that would never trade sides- not even if Switch threatened them.
SwitchFoot cut the rambling short with a simple, pointed stare. The low humming sounded off again as they rose to their pedes, revealing a height of nearly ten feet more than the racer. ”Vos...” It sounded like a near simper, though the delay indicated discomfort. ”Please do forgive our earlier behaviour- had we known it was- You know what never mind. I’m fairly certain we would have behaved the same way...”
Swan swiveled their helm in their other’s direction, a panicked droning issuing from their side of the frame. The droning took on a whine as they approached the DJD member. Switch slowly reached outwards and wrapped their talons around the canister. Once secured, they stepped back, worried that it would be taken away. Slow they remained as the glass canopy slid downwards to expose an intake. In silence they emptied the supply before closing the pane back up.
All the while, their optics remained on WheelSpin. They may have been out of service for a while but they were not ignorant in regards of what the DJD did. ”W-were you undercover? We do that from time to time!” Swan reaches into their subspace and pulled out a few different insignias. Switch let out a static sigh and shook their helm.WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 30, 2018 19:35:28 GMT
Vos's optics followed the rise of the twins before him, until he needed to crane his neck cabling a little to keep optic contact with them. The rambling had stopped moments before the twins rose to their full height. He was aware of the height difference, but whether it bothered him or not, was not shown. Instead he folded his arms and waited for the container to be emptied. Had they been on the list the previous rambling would have made little difference, but they weren't. He had checked his data banks once again just to be certain. He was right to assume there were two minds sharing a body. It was unusual and intriguing and curious really. One appeared more dominant, the other more skittish. "You have assumed me a threat as an Autobot." He nodded simply. "And had you done anything but react as you did, I would have thought it suspicious." There as a pause. "No apology needed, just remain as you are. Loyal to the cause." His voice had still been a mix of a deep purr, but with not as much emotion as it usually carried. "I cannot disclose the details to you, but there is a reason why the insignia had remained in place. Leave it at that." He spoke glancing at the display of insignias. There was a thin line between those that would work under cover and those who would become the double agents, working for this and that side. He could point it out to the more nervous of the two, but he chose not to. "Do you need more energon? We are going to arrive at the base soon." This was spoken to Swansong's direction. He glanced towards the controls briefly, before his optics returned to the twins. "I do not recall seeing your name... names, on the recent rooster, nor among those who have gone to the last battle. Care to explain why that is so?" There was an underlying threat in that tone. Why had they been missing? Was it due to cowardice or was it simply because they had been elsewhere. His voice did soften somewhat when he spoke towards Swansong, while it had been a little more even and colder, when speaking to Switchfoot. He should have mentally kicked himself for the first. Kindness was weakness. There was still the issue of Aquahaze. He had to speak to him after he was done with the two. Things had to be agreed on and... damnit, it was not going to be easy to switch between the way he spoke to the sparkling and the rest. Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Oct 31, 2018 19:56:59 GMT
SwitchFoot had busied themselves with examining the empty energon canister. They were trying to locate an engraving or numerics of sorts- to try and get an idea of what era they were in. Even with their chronometer slowly booting up, it still would need aid to return it to its former accuracy.
With the other being preoccupied, this allowed for Swan to speak as they pleased for the time being. Upon WheelSpin’s inquiry, they glanced briefly at Switch to make sure they were good to respond. Switch gave a curt nod and continued their investigation. ”That would be much appreciated.” They glanced upwards briefly, as if to read something. ”That is a good thing too... We’ve got about another hour before things get bad.” Swan seemed distracted as they spoke, staring off to wherever on occasion.
”Our name’s, yes.” SwitchFoot has returned their attention to Vos, and spoke while storing the container in their subspace. ”Well since the energon was fresh then the date must be accurate. Meaning even past rosters would not give any knowledge to where we were.” They glanced at Swan briefly, helm tilted in what could be a comforting fashion. ”The flattering story? We were lost out in space.” Their wings twitched, not really indicating anything.
”The truth? Our condition isn’t all ups. We got into a spat regarding what course of action would better aid the cause. And when w-“
Swan was bobbing in excitement, causing the other to stop their long winded monologue. Switch didn’t continue, allowing the other to explain themselves. To talk about themselves really, as they enjoyed it immensely. ”When Switch doesn’t like my super awesome ideas, and when I despise her horrid plans- we freeze. Like a statue. Stationary. Can’t move, won’t move-not until we reach a compromise or plummet from the sky. Like today!” They clasped their servos together and nodded rather eagerly.
”We’ve been stuck for at least a few centuries. Not a very good excuse or even a useable one, but I swear on my own helm that it is the truth.” SwitchFoot tapped twice on their helm, their optic giving way to no emotes of any kind. ”If you’ll indulge us, what all has been missed? Are we winning? I mean Cybertron looks a lot better then it did.”WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Oct 31, 2018 20:16:28 GMT
Vos still listened to the two as he walked past. Off to the side of the cabin and to the shelves and line of storage compartments. He slid a few open then took two more containers from them. He had paused at the explanation on how the two would freeze, and could freeze for centuries, if they could not agree on something. In a way that was probably not a good thing in a Decepticon, but unlike Tarn, he was not the one to pass judgement, just execute orders. There were none on account of these two though he did send a curt. :: Retrieved a stray decepticon.. decepticons. SwanSong and Switchfoot. Descending towards the base.:: TarnationIt was enough for Tarn to know what had happened, and if needed, give further orders. His attention was soon back on the two and he held two more canisters to them to take. "Let us hope that you reach a compromise more frequently from now on. While we seem to have nearly won the war against the Autobots, there is still a high probability of rebellion or hostile actions towards our side." He motioned for the two to sit, if they so pleased. It would save them some energy, although the energon itself would do its job too. "As you've heard, we are heading for our base right now. You will be given space, substance and accommodation once we arrive." He hesitated. "In the absence of our previous leaders, Tarn currently caries the highest rank and is thus in charge. He will be joining us soon." He tilted his helm, keeping his face safely hidden behind the glass. "Cybertron is in the process of being rebuilt, ravaged to a point by the most recent battles, but as you have possibly seen, in a better state that it had been for centuries." He did explain about the most recent past, details that were most important and of which he knew. Of course, he had pointed out, others would probably know more. "Your skills are in is surveillance, isn't it?" He asked as he glanced towards where the ship was going. The landing procedures had been initiated. "We will need a good deal of that to make sure everything goes according to plan."Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Nov 2, 2018 22:47:08 GMT
Both helms had bobbed in a gesture of gratuity. "We've been working in our free time to prevent such instances, normally they don't get as bad. Mind you, its difficult to pinpoint the physical cause. So, we spend our attention on the neural aspect." The twins had reached forwards with both arms, each limb moving in a fashion distinct from the other. One was fluid, almost tentative as it grabbed the canister. The other was direct, moving without any additional flair.
"Nearly winning? Still better than not." After Switchfoot had stored their own vial, they aided the other. Swan had been trying to open it wrong, as per usual. While Switch had reached for the canister, their twin held it out of reach.
"You need to flip it." They tried reaching again, but SwanSong would not budge. "Come on-" The empty servo made a grabbing motion. "-You need both servos to open it." Switch stopped reaching when the other looked at them directly. The fins on their helm inclined downwards as they sunk their helm down in its respective socket.
SwanSong had shifted their weight onto one leg and swiveled the other upwards with a low whirring. They flipped the can and placed it in the pede of the raised limb. With a twist in their wrist joint, the can hissed as it was opened. As if to rub it in, Swan took their time in ingesting the substance.
The other had fallen silent during the spectacle. Switch slowly swiveled their helm and stared at Vos with an optic that seemed to have widened. They were not expecting such a power move. "I'm..." They trailed off and glanced at Swan as they lowered their leg. "-I'm fairly certain that if the tide is very much well in our favour, that we should be able to squash a few rebels. That is, if the forces are confident." Switch's helm had acquired a sideways tilt to it, as if to say 'can't say I'm not wrong, right?'.
By then, they had sunk back onto their haunches. It was difficult to sit as others did, and as a result they looked like a mechanical, dual-headed bird. "With Tarn being in charge, I suppose it's no surprise that we're doing better."
"- And treated better! Normally we aren't offered so many nice things. I think I like this Tarn fellow." Swan had tapped their digits on their leg plating in a brief melodic tune.
Switch was initially nodding in agreement but soon paused in discomfort as the other's sentence progressed. "Keeping an outlook like that may be a good idea..." Static had filled their tone, almost cancelling out the statement. "Surveillance?" Both helms had swiveled in the same horizontal direction simultaneously. "That is our collective role, yes. SwanSong-"
"-Can entertain! Enthrall! And boost morale!"
Before Swan could break out the impressions, the other cut them off. "We- I, know my way around a scalpel. Former mortician. Useful on occasion." One shoulder plate shrugged while the other sagged, indicating the sulking demeanor of the other.WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 3, 2018 8:48:15 GMT
The mech paused as a message came in, listening to the request and glancing at the time briefly as well as the data on the screen of the ship, denoting the distance they've just travelled. Asap was something he could not do. He was in Kaon, the base was in Iacon. He mulled over on how to respond. He had sent a warning to Veeron, yet received no reply. It concerned him yes. It appeared that that message had not travelled further either and he hoped it was not for a reason that he'd feared. ::Wheelspin here.:: There was a pause. He had to switch focus between the words sent to him by the currently in charge on the Autobot side, and the twins, that were right before him. He gave a few nods, to indicate he was listening to them. ::We were close to winning and then we lost. I can send you a full report of the battle over the comm.:: He had given a report before and then got slagged for it. This wasn't the other prime though, things were bound to be different. Not that he should've been concerned about it at all, he had to remind himself. ::I'll be there as soon as I am able..... in the meanwhile though sir,.. I'm aware my 'advice' is generally discounted but do you really think it's wisest we're all staying out in the 'open' like that? The war's not yet over, even if the battle is.:: SparkflareHe looked up just to see Swansong open the offered container on their own and without any help from Switch. He smiled, amused by it. Sharing a frame made for a few problems that one mech in one frame would not have. Sharing the limbs, having to coordinate one another, it was intriguing to watch and note the small details that betrayed character in each of them. "It is as good as won. The last battle had been quite decisive. Of course it is in our interest that the defeated accept the new rule.There is little point in rebelling against something that might, should and quite possibly will improve the life for all of us." He had been war made, so his assumptions were based on the words of others, who had seen Cybertron at peace as well as in war. "But lets not get ahead of ourselves. The gun barrels hat not gone cold yet." There was a whine of the engines until the ship touched down, the weight distributed at the points of impact. The engines were powering down, until they could no longer be heard, while the pilot faded out. "Tarn is a good leader." He agreed without hesitation in his tone, but that was to be expected from a Vos. He motioned for them to follow him. He was going to get Aquahaze, but he needed to talk with him first, without the twins present. "I do believe both skills will be quite a welcome addition." He answered as he reached the door. There was a pause as his attention turned towards the guards. He did not need to speak much. The ship itself was enough. "Medic is to be notified of our new arrivals." BackTrack had been commed as soon as those words have been spoken. He turned towards the two. "It will be a general check up. Just to see if the long journey has left any lasting damage on your frames or anything else is amiss and then you can settle down and recharge. Once Tarn has returned, I believe, he will want to see you. Any questions?" Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Nov 3, 2018 21:19:42 GMT
The twins had settled into what appeared a comfortable silence as the mech briefly dealt with his own business. Swan had taken to rolling the empty canister on the floor, their optic shutters constricting and dilating to follow the distance. The other simply kept their attention on Vos. Switch knew better than to question authority, but they still were allowed to hold reservations. Especially in regards to double agents. On occasion they did the same thing, and as a result they knew skepticism was and and should be expected.
"What a shame we missed out on that battle. We would have loved to provide aid." The free limb moved so they could clasp a servo over their chest plate. To accompany the gesture, Switch's helm lowered respectively.
Swan had been staring at their other, seemingly displeased; an emotion indicated by the vial crushed in their grip. "Correction. Only you. It's too messy up close!"
"Says you." The joint frame began to stand, freezing for a few paces as the two helms squared off."-Doesn't matter anymore. We were late." They froze for another moment before returning their full attention to WheelSpin.
"...Even if the war still continues, we will both be happy to serve the cause." Swan stole a quick glance at the other. They nodded subtly "A medic?" One servo clicked its talons together, seemingly uneasy by the mention.
"Just a check up? Swan- That is all it will be." A servo raised in a placating manner. However SwitchFoot had their full attention on Vos as a they spoke. Their tone seemed vaguely hostile, but then again, that was supposedly their typical persona. "I'm sure we'll have more inquiries as the time passes."
"We don't need to- Right yes. Thank you Mr. Vos." Both had stopped with their fidgeting and simply turned their attention to the exit they crashed into earlier. They seemed to have resigned their selves to one manner or another.WheelSpin
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