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Post by Vatimus Prime on Oct 17, 2017 19:33:27 GMT
The command room is currently a mess, littered with relics of the past, it was designed much light a starship bridge and had capabilities to get to all of the necessary systems to bring online.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Oct 24, 2017 6:07:50 GMT
(( I have no idea how to turn this Metroplex Titan on btw xD ))
Feenix steps into the command room of the dead titan, being creeped out by the darkness and the abandoned state, she cradles Aqua close as she steps over trash, relics and broken items, her sensors on overdrive.
She looks out of the window as she approaches the captain's control panel and sees the ensuing battle in Iacon, her breath shallow as she felt the need to hurry. She examines the panel to try and find a way of powering it up.
"::Okay WheelSpin, Vatimus Prime, I'm in the command room. Now what?::"
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Oct 29, 2017 7:30:57 GMT
She listens to the comm and looks for the power lever, humming to Aqua to keep the lil sparkling calm. She opens a panel in the wall and sees plenty of little switches and buttons and a lever for emergency power reboot. She quickly checks the cables and surprisingly the cables were still in good nick! She listens to the comm and switches on the reboot switches and buttons before then grabbing the lever and pushes it down. The system whirs loudly but fails to reboot, she then realises its a pumping system to reboot it. She then continues pumping the lever forcebly a few times, each time whirring like an engine but not starting, on the last pump of the lever, the system whirred into life!
Lights turn on throughout the structure, systems go through the reboot system with codes flying all over the screens of the base as systems checked themselves for errors.
Feenix cheers softly so not to wake the sparkling and then presses the comm on her ear as she watches the surveillance systems kick in with the screens flaring to life with the cameras.
":: Vatimus, Wheelspin. We got it working! He lives! Haha! We are open for buisness! Lets get this place turned into our new base.::"
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Post by Whirl on Oct 29, 2017 22:30:46 GMT
Whirl re-entered the command room, irritated that he hadn't had the chance to take on the giant Nibzillas before they blew up. He approached Feenixfire, "So... are we winnin' yet?" he asked her dryly. He looked down at Aquahaze, "Babysittin'? Hmmph. Dia thinks I'm gonna hurt him or somethin'."
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Oct 31, 2017 19:32:36 GMT
She got off the comm from Vatimus and Wheelspin with a smile, still cuddling Aqua close in feathers. She turns around and nods to Whirl, she gets her keys out of her pouch and throws them to Whirl.
"Heh, that we are. And you did tell Dia that you helped raise my kids right? Be a dear and get my ship over to the battlegrounds and pick up some of the troops, should be decloaked now."
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Post by Whirl on Oct 31, 2017 22:55:14 GMT
If anybody else had called Whirl a 'dear' they would have had their neck snapped. But from Feenix, he didn't mind at all.
"Meh, didn't think it was none of her buisness that I did bodyguardin' and unclin' for a princess. Right, I got your flight. I'll pick 'em up and bring 'em all back here."
He headed towards the ship, and boarded it.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 1, 2017 19:51:46 GMT
":: Sure thing Wheel, let me see what I can dig up. ::"Feenix comms back, humming on the comm before it gets put on hold as she investigates. She taps on a few buttons and checks the Medical bay, she watches the mech come out of the pod and blinks, seeing a faded decepticon mark. But he looked harmless and was now cleaning... weird... She types on the keyboard, looking for information on this new international mech of mystery. Nines
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Post by influx on Nov 5, 2017 21:17:43 GMT
Influx had walked over to the command room with feenix, but he'd stayed still and quiet so she could do his work, fiddling with his own hands. The tips of this digits itched. Without really saying much, he'd leave the room. THey had found another medic, what meant Influx could leave them without feeling any kind of guilt about them not having another medic available and once again, keep himself away from war.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 6, 2017 8:16:18 GMT
Feenix watches the footage of the medical bay as she watches what is currently going on, bored out of her mind... Where was the Prime to take over? Or Dia to take this kid off her, not that she minded that last fact, he was being nice and quiet. She watches the footage of him emerging from the stasis pod and raises an eyebrow in curiosity, his story did check out there.
She entertained herself by comming her ship and the bickering occupants and then comming the medbay. She was more interested though in establishing long range inter-planetary comm ranges to contact her family. She missed them a lot now...
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 7, 2017 12:54:30 GMT
Vatimus walked into the makeshift command room and went over to what he could use as a place to stand over the crowd that should be assembling soon enough. He looked over at Feenix and gave a nod, this was his first time have to actually speak publicly to everyone. The last time he ever did anything similar was to just shout a few orders. He wasn't exactly sure how this was gonna go down.
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Post by RedOptics on Nov 7, 2017 17:05:05 GMT
Stumbling in came a still very much wounded femme, coughing from near exhaustion as she looked around, ”Aquahaze... give me my son-“ She demanded, before letting out another dreadful cough. She slumped down against the wall to rest and pull in her wounded limbs, looking them over. Energon rolled down onto the floor as she disregarded anyone in the room.
She inspected her arm and a deep gash on her thigh. Needless to say it hurt like hell. Right now she was more concerned for her son, looking around with some kind of franticness.
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Post by autobotsabre on Nov 7, 2017 18:19:03 GMT
A lifetime of war meant that Sabre had been in a lot of commands centers. From state of the art war rooms that had been set up in the greatest strongholds of the conflict and lasted millennials as they organised entire campaigns, to rush orders set up just moments before he'd arrived with only the bare necessities ready. In the case of this one, it was somewhere near the middle though leaning towards hastily made it was obvious this was only the beginning of what would hopefully be a major hub for the war effort. As such Sabre was quick to quieten any comments he may have had, after all there was no point in complaining about a lack of something that they just didn't have time to set up yet.
He had faith in the support staff and their capabilities, more than he gave himself in fact as he spotted Diamond. She'd been the Prime's sparkmate, a mech he and the rest of his Elite Guard had failed. They'd been sent far away to campaigns far too critical to deny, but still in the end they'd been unable help and their prime had died alone. Now seeing her alone and injured was another hit to his pride, as well as his spark. So like a coward he looked away focusing on the new prime. The one who'd taken over because Skyspray was dead.
"Sabre here. Reporting for duty, Prime." He announced, his voice calm as he locked away the doubt and shame in a small box at the back of his mind. He was used to it, he'd mourn later.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 7, 2017 18:48:28 GMT
Whirl slopes into the Command room. He doesn't introduce himself, and he doesn't salute, but right now he just slouches there, waiting for whatever happens next. He obeys orders when and in the way he wants to. It's a terrible attitude to have. It's probably the only attitude they're going to get.
He's currently pretty worried about the injured Predacon in the garage. She's all alone and she's got no friends and she's hurt. That worries him, no matter whether people would believe it or not. And when he gets worried, his neck starts hurting, which always makes him agitated. And when he gets agitated...
Well, that's a matter for what comes next, as he slouches against a wall, his face unreadable.
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Post by Methuselah on Nov 7, 2017 19:27:56 GMT
In marched Methuselah, woven iron flag hanging from a mount that looked like a reversed upside down L, protruding from his back. The flag was elaborate, glorious, of complementary blue, green, and red, with gilded edges. In the center, an emblazoned autobot insignia was displayed proudly. Taking it off his back, he twirled it ceremoniously and slammed it down next to Vatimus. Swaying gently into a lunge, Methuselah struck his servos against each other from opposite directions, causing a spark. The flag erupted into a beautiful green flame, coating it but causing no damage.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 7, 2017 21:13:34 GMT
Feenix looks at the Prime coming in and bows a little, giving a curt nod. She then sees Dia come in and walks over to her, helping her up a bit.
"Its ok Dia, Aqua is here and sleeping lovely. He's such a good kid. You need to get yourself looked after first."
She had Aqua on her back, between her wings, wrapped up in her wings in a cocoon way.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 7, 2017 22:43:04 GMT
The young sparkling had slept, quiet and peacefully while traveling around the base with Feenix. He hadn't been disturbed by any commotion, he had been calm. Because he had rested now, it was time to wake up. He needed a lot of sleep, but the sleep could come in short doses. He was starting to move a little bit and make some soft groans, indicating that he was indeed waking up.
Mommy...
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 8, 2017 4:00:13 GMT
Vatimus had sent Methuselah a message, telling the old mech that he was officially his advisor, he wasn't expecting said mech to come in with an Autobot banner on his back that he deployed behind Vatimus and ignited a beautiful purple flame behind him. He looked rather awesome if he said so himself and this was the exact kind of Advisor he needed. Good on Methuselah. He did his best not to show any visible surprise at Methuselah's banner... He failed, kinda bad.
After he composed himself and went back to looking FREAKING AWESOME!!! He began his debriefing. "Alright... So as of recently, our last prime had departed from this world... I'd like a moment of silence for our fallen brother. He will always be missed." After a few moments longer than usual, Vatimus straightened up and continued, "We may have lost the Regenesis, we may have crashed onto the planet and taken heavy casualties... Scrap, we even got separated and are still regrouping as I speak now." By now, an Autotrooper had gotten the intercom on and turned it to Vatimus so it'd play across the entire base. We've had countless more casualties in this one day than most battles in this entire war. If I could redo this entire day, I would and have never even had to be promoted... But I can't, we have to play with the hand we were given. The Decepticon forces made a preemptive strike on us and we held out. We got swarmed with bugs, but we held out. Scrap, Tarn was there, he did massive damage. But you know what? We held out." He vented a little, then went on, "If we can have held out after all of that and still remain standing, then by Primus, we can hold out and win this war!"
This turned less into a debriefing and more into a speech, but after a day like that, a good morale booster was what they needed. They could take a good rest, but would always have to be watchful. Now was the time to start giving out orders and start fortifying their position, "I want extermination units eliminating those bugs. I was assaulted by them mid-assault, they were constantly attacking us during the Decepticon attack and I don't want to risk that again, so we must remove them. Setup patrol rotations and get to work rebuilding and fortifying this base and Iacon. I want to make Cybertron a home for us again.!"
He vented one more time before giving his last announcement, "Diamond and Wheelspin, please report to me ASAP."
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Post by RedOptics on Nov 8, 2017 5:27:54 GMT
Dia grunted, hearing the teeny oice of her sparkling and perking up.
”Shhshh.. I’m here my son, I’m here..” She quieted him down, trying to lull him back to sleep. Then came the order, and Dia pulled herself up to try and look as professional as she could, disregarding Feenixfire’s words on taking care of her wounds.
”The cons fleed rather quickly. I was too busy battling against Tarn to see everything and every detail, but I understand that the Decepticons are just as weak as we are at the current moment with both major supply vessels destroyed. It would be a good idea to begin establishing colonies for our faction my lov- ...I mean Vatimus.” She froze for a moment as she caught herself, hanging her helm in grief.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 8, 2017 10:19:58 GMT
Whirl spoke up to Vatimus, "Bots are still comin' down. Wakin' up injured. Dere's lotsa survivors and a whole scrapload of Autobots what never even left da planet. Dey ain't got no idea what's goin' on. Dey need cluin' in. Repairin'. Trainin'. NAILS hangin' around too, after da crash. Don't want da Cons gettin' dere grubby claws on 'em."
His tone was grating and his drawl almost torturous to listen to, but he had a point.
"And what da frag was up with dose giant Nibblets? Where'd dey come from? And why'd dey just blow up before I could get a shot in?"
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Post by Shadowstrike on Nov 9, 2017 0:33:06 GMT
For a long period of time, Sabre spent the portion of Methuselah arrival and Vating's speech silent. His mind not entirely focused on the present as it tried to deal with the losses the recent battle had dealt their forces. As he heard Wheelspin's name called however, Sabre raised his head sharply the memory of his promise to inform the prime running through his head as embarrassment for his own brooding filled his mind. It was a sloppy mistake and he knew he should have informed the prime of his fellow Autobot's delay instantly, instead he was forced to gain the groups attention with a rough cough before he spoke loudly.
"Wheelspin is currently preoccupied with a patient. We picked up a Predacon who was identified as a member of the enemy force on arrival back at base, from the sound of it she was memorable enough that she wasn't part of the rank and file. We're hopeful she'll be able to pass on some form of information either voluntary or not, in the meanwhile though she's being stabilized. He was with another medic named Nines though, so he might be along soon."
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