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Post by Vatimus Prime on Mar 17, 2018 15:04:54 GMT
Within a moment, Shadowfire got a response, :Treat the prisoner well. Get her willing to share any information she can.:
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 17, 2018 15:57:44 GMT
Shadowfire growled, “ I knew that communication problem was false, idiots, ” he muttered to himself before looking at the Decepticon, assuming she heard his communication semi conversation, “ Well you’ll be happy to know why your here now.” he simply told her Chief Strange
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 22, 2018 14:40:12 GMT
After the other mech had left she turned back to shadow, who at this point had mentioned her and she looked directly at him as he spoke to her.
"would ya look at that, someone FINALY gets a responce. Why am I here kid?" She said sarcastixly
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 22, 2018 16:29:24 GMT
Shadowfire gave her a unamused look, kid? Really? Shaking it off he looked at her threw his warmask, “Your here for information purposes, and Vatimus Prime wants me to just see what your willing to give up via talking.” He said his with a bit of dislike, simply put, he viewed thier bargain of not telling each other about the other side to still stand. Granted she was a Decepticon if he was in her postion he doubted she would be as good natured as he was.
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 23, 2018 14:51:15 GMT
She raised an optic at him. She thought to herself, really, took this long for the prime to contact him back and that was all he got, some prime. She sighed then looked at him again.
"bout time that guy FINALY got back to you. Well, is there anything specific? Not that I know much other than my own things. So good luck sweet stuff."
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 23, 2018 18:30:41 GMT
“Anything off hand that you would be willing to share?” Was all Shadowfire asked, his servos working into a gesture for her to sit on the bench across from him.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on May 21, 2018 2:56:08 GMT
All the Autobot base, alarms started blaring. Red lights came within every room along with an automated message from Petrex.
"ATTENTION ALL AUTOBOTS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! PETREX IS UNDER ATTACK AND NEEDS ALL THE HELP IT CAN GET! ATTENTION ALL AUTOBOTS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! PETREX IS UNDER ATTACK AND NEEDS ALL THE HELP IT CAN GET! ATTENTION ALL AUTOBOTS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! PETREX IS UNDER ATTACK AND NEEDS ALL THE HELP IT CAN GET!
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Post by Nightlock on May 21, 2018 6:38:31 GMT
Shadowfire jumped up glaring at Broken spark, “You knew about this didn’t you? Dammit!” His clawed arm grabbing her and dragging her with him, “Before you think of fleeing, or causing trouble remember I have your knife.” He would return latter but he was needed right then and there.
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Post by Galileo on May 22, 2018 2:22:00 GMT
Recoil was walking into the lobby when the alarm went off. He at least knew where Petrex was. So he headed towards the nearest door out of the base. Finally, some action. I was starting to get bored." He said
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Post by Chief Strange on May 22, 2018 21:46:58 GMT
Sparks looked up at the alarms then was grabbed and dragged closer to him. This pissed her off and she gave a face of discuss to him. She then heard what he said to her and shuvel her off.
She spat on the ground and then stood up tall once she was released.
"I'm well aware you have it you slag heap! Trust me I won't forget that you bucket of bolts!" she spat back at him as he fled to aid. She looked around and thought to herself, then headed down a hallway to see where she could get her hands dirty.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on May 23, 2018 6:50:51 GMT
Stellene and Veeron both arrived with a more serious and troubled expression across their faceplate while they waited for Diamond to regroup with them, as she had said she would. Stellene began to check over her system level readings while Veeron rotated his shoulder cuffs, building up the energy in his frame.
"You know I honestly hope this ends quickly."
"Agreed."
"You'll be sticking with me then- Or will you be following after Diamond?"
"I'm hoping you both stick together.."
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Post by Chief Strange on May 23, 2018 14:44:17 GMT
Sparks over heard some voices back to where she was, new ones yet one was familiar. This peaked her interest. She came back and peeked around the corner to see if she could see anyone their without herself being seen. She had noticed the medic from before who had repaired her, and someone entirely different.
She brought her head back and thought to herself, should she interfere or look for somthing else to interfere with. She contemplated it for a bit then left to see if she could find the communications room.
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Post by RedOptics on May 24, 2018 17:09:23 GMT
It wasn’t long before the femme appeared, serious and clearly ready to kick some tailpipe. Dia’s body sparked with anticipation and adrenaline, the alarms continued to blair for a few more moments, before dying down. Cracking her neck, she mumbled something about getting too old for this, and looked to Stellene, ”A call to arms. Stellene, I trust that you’re going with me to Petrex?” She looked at the femme, putting her servos on her hips.
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Post by Chief Strange on May 25, 2018 12:09:48 GMT
"I know you were talking to stellene, however you can trust that I shall join you as well Mam" responded Ratchet, all equipped for the battle to come with his medical supplies. He looks at Stellene.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on May 25, 2018 15:54:55 GMT
Her optics flickered from the floor where they had been focused, to Diamond when she caught up to join them with heavy strides, them to the red and white mech that also fell in line with their group.
"Welcome to the team, Ratchet. We both are- now three... you're joining the medic crew Dia, congrats. Let's get out of here now. Veeron- watch our back."
The blue and white mech rumbled and nodded- waiting for them to pass him on the way out before he trailed after them.
"That's a long trip- we'll need to cruise there- just don't leave me in the dust, Diamond, we're old and slow." Stellene still managed to find some humor in this situation before she took off and left the base at a rushed rate, joining the others but flipping off into her alt mode. Behind her Veeron did the same- the Pelican craft lifted higher up into the air.
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Post by RedOptics on May 25, 2018 22:57:59 GMT
"Heh, no promises. Besides. I'm probably not that far behind in age." She winked, giving off one of those famous, fang-filled grins she had. She dashed out of the base, transformed and blasted off, circling the area to assure herself the defense systems were one. And luckily they were.
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Post by WheelSpin on May 27, 2018 14:45:00 GMT
After having run a couple more errands in the base, WheelSpin finally came about to reaching the Lobby. He was not in as much a hurry as others. He'd learned that trying hard would earn him nothing anyway because he did not care to climb up anybody's aft. And what could he lose not trying hard? Rank? Nah, that was gone already via what he believed to be yet another faux pas of the prime.
He was just going to do what was outmost necessary and literally what he was ordered, if he was ordered anything. It made life easier. No responsibilities, no unrealised expectations and much more time for his own projects. He could not wait to return to his own 'base' that he'd been defending for the Autobot cause since he managed to claim it. Distance did make a difference. The only thing he was still annoyed by, and that was more for the sake of the many who would die that day, or get badly injured, was how the prime had had intel and yet did not use it. Well he could carry the blame for all the dead today and if there were any losses of territory, that too.
He arrived at the lobby at about the time that the medic team was leaving. Half tempted to stay behind without orders given again, he lingered at the exit, watching the dust being kicked up after the mechs and femmes. The slower one of them was a bulkier, blue and white frame that he did not recall meeting earlier. Perhaps he had just not been paying enough attention. He briefly left, and went to the controls, checking a few things, data, if there was any to be had about the current situation. He was not typing for long before he turned back to the exit again.
There was that heavy exvent. Fine, time to go. He clicked out of the screens that he'd been observing transformed into his alt form, and raced down the halls, through the lobby, towards the exit and finally outside, following the rest of the small group.
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Post by Thunder on May 28, 2018 8:33:00 GMT
Thunder sprinted after them. He saw off in the distance, Dia was leaving. Oh look, another perfectly good reason to join them. Screw recon, screw overcomplicated missions. This was what he needed.
Killing some 'cons.
Thunder would jump into the air, allowing his body to transform into the sleek, black cybertronian sports car mode, with his grey stripes still appearing as well as ever. He would speed off and join up with Wheelspin and the others. He knew the ghost wouldn't be happy, but he didn't care much.
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Post by Chief Strange on May 31, 2018 15:05:38 GMT
Ratchet followed Stellene in his alt mode after he looked at her and nodded, driving off to where they were all needed
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Aug 9, 2018 17:59:15 GMT
A shorter flight had heated his systems enough for him to function properly again. He was fuming with how his systems had failed him in the most critical time However... and that troubled him deeply.
There had been some trouble getting back into the base- the guards were strung on their wits ends and gave the taller mech one hell of a time getting back. A few choice words had strung off his frame- though he let them echo through, his mind was too deeply set into it's own self-loathing to really give them answers to their questions for where everyone else was.
He shouldered past them at a determined speed nonetheless, and made a direct path to the quarters. The echo of his larger peddes striking the metal ground was enough warning for anyone, and everyone, to get out of a triple-changers way.
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