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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 5, 2018 10:07:08 GMT
"You might still have an opportunity, as nothing is yet certain, not even if the battle was enough to enable either the negotiations or better or if the Autobots shall rise from the ashes again, refusing to accept defeat." He answered then waited as the two squared off at each other. He looked patient, whether he might have been focused on another response or just decided not to interrupt them, and was running a scan through his own thoughts and coarse of action once he had delivered the current 'cargo' was also not clear. "Very good." He smiled politely. "It's all we ask and require." He paused as his optics briefly glanced over his autobot symbol. The fewer that knew what role he had played, even now, the better. He was not ignorant of the possibility of there being spies on the decepticon side. Both sides had agents, both sides tried to gain undisclosed, secret information coming from the other. "It is just a check up and no more. Only to know that you are not bringing in any infestation or infection since you have been out there for a good while, and secondly, to see if you need repairs that your systems might have missed. But in all, that is all that it will be." He waved his servos a little.
"There's one more request I have for you and it is in the spirit of, as you yourselves know, keeping as few in the loop as possible to keep the probability of success in the service of our cause high. Do not speak of this..." He indicated the autobot badge. "...to anyone. Just forget it. Erase it from your processors if you must. Understood?" He carefully pried the symbol from it's location, the magnetized latch releasing it's near flawless hold on his frame, allowing only the Decepticon one glow in its place. The first was stored away in the subspace for now, but would be placed elsewhere until needed. He looked towards the exit door. They could go as soon as the promise had been given. Sentient Lamp
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Nov 6, 2018 1:03:28 GMT
"Only a check up..." The words were a faint echo, nothing more than a rumble in their vocoder. SwanSong's helm had taken on a slight tilt as their gaze faded off to some point past WheelSpin. When the mech made a gesture with his servos, it brought them back to the present. Swan absently swiped at the back of their neck, their optic cycling so as to narrow in diameter.
"If there is the worry of pests- I can promise you that we can deal with it ourselves." Switch glanced over at their other, who was on the verge of spacing out once more. "Swan, this will be nothing. Hey." The garbled voice snapped in a burst of static. "There's been worse. This will be nothing."
Swan shrunk back in their socket out of distaste for the present scenario. A flush of comfort sent by the other, caused them to straighten up and behave once more.
SwitchFoot had moved their frame closer to WheelSpin as the request was made. They angled their helm closer to his, the one optic resting inches from the mech's visor. "You wound me to think us unworthy of your trust. We know what happens to snitches, Vos. Seen it happen. Been on the receiving end of an outing." Switch had paused, seeming to gauge how the mech may react at the intrusion. "You have our word."
The twins pulled back, both gazes lingering for a few tense seconds. Satisfied by something unseen, they nodded their goodbyes-Swan waved as they turned away. They ducked out of the open bay and stepped onto the landing pad. Their form froze briefly before letting out a visible sigh of relief.WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 6, 2018 17:25:19 GMT
Wheelspin's optics narrowed on the one, only inches from his glass cover. He was aware that the optic could not see through and most probably simply saw itself in the reflection, but it still felt unpleasant. He did not budge, did not flinch, if anything his shoulders hiked up a bit almost as if to square against the intimidation with his own. Much as the latter was a bit amusing, seeing as he was far, far shorter than the mech that he stared back at. The words brought some sense of calm into him. The two had agreed. "Very good." Was all he had said, before he watched them turn away. His gaze followed them out the ship and onto the landing pad. Once they froze up he paused, but as he saw them make a motion he could read as something positive at the least, he turned. The door shut itself, taking the lithe frame out of view of whoever was near the vessel. He approached the secure section of the ship, where the door, enforced and locked at present, hid behind it a familiar face. He reached up to his helm, and let the glass slide away. Still alone within the confines of the ship and protected by it's hull, he typed in the code to unlock the door, watching them slide out of the way. He peered in. "Aquahaze?" He murmured softly. "We've arrived. Are you out of recharge?" A silly question to ask, but if he was not, he would be stirred out of it as it was time to leave the ship and enter the base. And with that there was one more request he had to make to the smaller mech and hope that he will keep his promise. "Aqua?"Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by BackTrack on Nov 6, 2018 17:38:40 GMT
Having left the prison and been summoned by Vos, BackTrack chose to come meet with the new arrivals and escort them to the medbay. Far too often patients got 'lost' or distracted and he was not in the mind to wait for them to find their way. He did not think they one would be such a case but why not offer a warm welcome, especially since he was on his way anyway. He had asked BuildUp to come along, not so much because he was afraid that the new arrival might pose a danger to himself, but simply because he wanted to. When he entered the landing bay, he spotted the ship right away, and not too far from it a rather peculiar sight. He paused in his step for the briefest of moments. He was not seeing this wrong. It was one body with two sets of heads and it did not look like some sort of 'poorly designed' two eyed 'lobster' bot of some sort. No, these two seemed to have suffered under the scalpel of the empurata procedure. The design of the helm, the simple optic, the lack of a faceplate or mouthplate all spoke of that. Two heads, two minds, one body. It had to be. But how? Was it two sparks within that chamber, and they were fused together by some wild experiment? Or was it one spark and the processor separated in two helm sections? Or was it two processors indeed, but a distorted spark? Two sparks in one spark chamber? His step quickened, which made his friend simply lengthen his own, a little bit. BuildUp had no need to quicken his pace. His much larger size simply meant, that he could actually walk at a gait more comfortable to his size, rather than cut the pace to keep BackTrack from quickening his. BackTrack stopped once he reached the twins and smiled. "I haven't seen the two of you here before." He spoke, glancing briefly at the mark to confirm they were Decepticons - not that he had had any doubt. "So that must mean, you are the patients I've been informed about?" He asked his voice soft, pleasant with an rather calming undertone that wasn't entirely natural. "My designation is BackTrack, this here is BuildUp. I'm going to take you through the check up. He's just a friend." His words still pleasantly soothing. He paused then, expectantly, as if to wait for the two to introduce themselves. His optics stole a quick glance of the frame once more. He could almost feel his needles itching just to be able to see how this mind, er, minds worked, how they made the whole frame function. Such a pity that all they were to get is a physical check up, when a mental one would have been ever more pleasing. Sentient Lamp
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 6, 2018 20:16:20 GMT
The sparkling had had a nice recharge, peacefully snoozing where he was situated in the ship. Dreams, they were not present in any form. His little face displayed serenity, that was until he began to wake. His systems began to boot up, one after another, and his optics slowly flickered online again, allowing him to see. At first, he could not remember where he was, it was small and rather dark. Aquahaze looked around, but did not recognize the area at all, and that made him confused. Where was he? Although, when he heard Wheelspin's voice, he began to remember that he had gone on a trip with him. The mech sluggishly waved at the other mech, as he wasn't fully operational yet, but enough to at least understand what was being said. He was still tired, but hopefully that would wear off rather soon.
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Nov 7, 2018 1:42:03 GMT
Once the aircraft's door closed behind them, the twins began to make anxious gestures at one another. They were of the same mind in regards to the desire to flee. Neither wanted to be placed under medical scrutiny, even if it was beneficial to them. SwitchFoot was more so affronted by the suggestion than anything. They could check themselves over just as well!
"No. You can't." SwanSong's helm swiveled so as to directly address their other. "You can run systems checks, but not do a full diagnosis." Switch moved to counter but was abruptly cut off."Remember what happened last time you tried working out of your scope?" They were about to play an old audio clip about 'tasting sounds', however Switch had changed focus, rendering the argument pointless.
The joint frame's wings twitched in agitation as the two strangers stepped into the landing bay. Switch inclined their helm towards the other and in a low garble began to chatter, "Not too late to agree now. Once they're here, thats it. There'd be no fleeing them. Eh, maybe the flier..." One servo gestured at them, pointing out their height.
The other servo reached out and forced the raised one into a neutral position. When SwitchFoot looked as to why the other acted against them, they realized that the mechs had gotten there sooner then anticipated. Their wings twitched once more before the pair resumed their usual air of composure.
"Well, we haven't been here before." They placed one arm across their chest plate and the other in the small of their back. Since they lacked the typical joints in their legs to perform some actions, they simply lowered themselves in a weird bow/ bob combo.
"Indeed we are. SwanSong and SwitchFoot, at your mer- er, service." The drone rose to their typical height and hesitantly held out both servos in an invite to shake.
Switch remained staring at the two mechs, their helm faintly moving to follow each motion. Distrust was not an easy thing to let go of no matter how much time had passed.BackTrack
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 7, 2018 7:05:33 GMT
Wheelspin stepped forward turning the lights on, with a gradual increase of the actual light in the room rather than a sudden flicker of the brightest ones. "We're heading out now. Aqua...We are at Kaon. We might be staying a little longer here but on the plus side, you will see someone very important." How could he explain it to a sparkling. "We're going to play a game now, ok? From now on, while we around the bots that have an insignia like this..." He pointed towards the Decepticon one. "And while we are here, you will call me Vos. I will wear a helmet. For as long as I have it on, you call me Vos, understood?" His voice was softer, kinder now. "Can you promise me you'll do that? And if anybody asks, I'm with the DJD and you know nothing else, yeah? It's really important you do that." So many opportunities for this to fail, he didn't even want to think about it. He was explaining the conditions to a sparkling, who was barely awake and hoping that there isn't an accidental loophole he had overlooked, which would ruin it all. "Can you do that?" He reached for the helmet to show which he meant and which soon had the glass sliding into its place covering his optics and most of his face. Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by BackTrack on Nov 7, 2018 7:15:16 GMT
At the extended servo it seemed that BackTrack was equally hesitant. But it wasn't because he believed the two would dare attack him. He relied on BuildUp to take care of that. It was just, his servos were precious, the digits even more so, so shaking with one that he did not know and could as well decide to be hostile, was something he would have preferred to skip. As BuildUp extended his large servo first, the mech picked the one to the right to shake, leaving his smaller friend to reach out to shake the left. He was more at ease thinking that in case of there being an attack to his more sensitive and fragile limb, his friend was close enough to react. It did not make him any more eager to pull his servo away after the short curt shake. He masked his discomfort with a pleasant smile. "Very good. Well, I suggest we get ourselves to the medbay and get this over with. Any pains and aches you have been suffering recently? Unusual itches, creaks in the frame? Any history of location damage?" He indicated BuildUp to lead the way while they could follow. "Anything you wish me to be particularly attentive to?" Sentient Lamp(we can move the next post into the medbay if you want! )
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Post by Sentient Lamp on Nov 7, 2018 22:05:16 GMT
Switch and Swan watched their respective servos, seeming as if they were trying to judge character based on how each one behaved. After the brief interaction, both helms had their attention on BackTrack, almost as if they picked up on something minute. Neither helm could or would give insight as to what interested them.
"Agreed. We'd rather not have to spend an eternity in such a place." Switch shook their helm at the inquiry and proceeded to look at their twin. "Anything I'm missing?" Whether they were reluctant to share or simply didn't notice was unclear.
"We hit the entry frame hard upon landing. Something crunched." SwanSong played a brief audio clip detailing a lot of wind and grating metal. The stared on at them, wishing that they could emote their displeasure.
"Why must you re-" Switch paused mid statement, electing to argue later. "Yes. There was a crunch. As for the other stuff, our systems are still booting up. Some issues may arise but that is uncertain. I'm sure we'll find out soon in the 'bay." They glanced past the mechs to where they had first entered the hanger. Switch and Swan visibly sighed in resignation.BackTrack(I know I said I'd post elsewhere, but I realized the twins can't really lead as they don't know where anything is)
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Post by BackTrack on Nov 7, 2018 22:47:07 GMT
"Right. That might need to be looked into." He glanced at the marks of scraping where the hit must have impacted most. "Follow us." He murmured, though walked alongside his much larger friend now, only slowing down when they needed to go through a door, or a narrower passage, where the two could not move together. He glanced towards the twins to make sure that they would follow, and then up ahead, taking the shortest way to get to the medbay, not thinking that prolonging the journey would be to the benefit of any of them. He ignored the guards or other decepticons that they passed, only stopping one, to make the briefest of conversations with what looked to be one of his past patients, aknowleding that they could come to his medbay later for their session. After that it took them maybe just one hall further until they would reach their final destination. (moving us to medbay now bzzzzt bzzzt Sentient Lamp )
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 10, 2018 11:57:25 GMT
While he waited for Aquahaze to respond, a comm came in and he paused. It was Sparkflare. Right, the report had been made previously, though had not been finished as other things and obligations had been on his mind. One of them being the duty to bring the smaller mech here. But he still had it down. Not in full detail, but close enough that it would supply the needed information about the battle itself, its players and the major turning points. He jotted down a few more pieces of information until he closed the file. ::The report in the file, I'm sending along with this message. The losses was were even greater this time...The medbay is still overflowing with the injured and those were the lucky ones:: There was a silence, drawn out a bit. ::We need this to be over. How many more, sir? Can we do something for it to end?:: He sent over the private comm. He pressed the tips of two of his digits against his forehelm plating feeling tired. Sparkflare
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Post by Landslide on Nov 10, 2018 23:25:34 GMT
On the Outskirts of Kaon a tank would begin to close in on the city, the vehicle mode belonged to Landslide, and he was in no mood for being stalled. He needed to refill his fuel supply, and this seemed like the best place to find other Decepticons who could point him in the right direction. The tank continued to push froward, but was slowing down, due to depleting energy levels. If he didn't get Energon soon it would mean the end of him.
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