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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 11, 2017 10:58:19 GMT
Guards stood at the entrance to the control room to which the doors were slid shut. Each held a weapon in his servo, blocking the entrance to it to whoever was not authorised. Their visors betrayed nothing, the bots resembling living statues. The same appeared to have been the case through out the base. There was some noise off to their right, which soon died off.
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It didn't take too long after that the medic had reached the doors to the command room. The guards stepped to the side, the door sliding open. He entered. The door slid closed behind him. He passed the two Eukarians and went straight for the screens. He relieved one of the autodrones from duty, the one that had first notified him of the 'sneak' attempts of the intruder, and slid into the seat. He flicked a few buttons at the controls as smaller windows popped across the screen, showing off the various sections of the base. The one he gave most attention was the one, for which he was being on hold for. He could have made the camera shift, but he did not need a full view of the twins. He preferred not to draw attention to it. Slight movement would hardly improve the view anyway.
There were other windows that opened up as well, showing various bots , autodrones, patients, and what they were doing at the base. Some were clearing out debris, some were guarding the entrances. He noted the ones that had not done their job in the garage. They would end up on triple duty for a good few cycles of clearing the trash, cleaning out the filthiest and least taken care of sections. They'd be the ones checking on the cooling fluid, and having to replace it if needed. Their negligence could have costed them their base. Luckily it was just a kid trying to play spy, rather than a powerful decepticon, but still.
He was mildly amused at the scene that was coming about in the storage room. The prime and the new kid, playing hide and seek of some sort in front of the twins? How very odd. He would have expected that the Prime would not have just dropped his alertness with someone who was not of their side, had acted shadily and was not very well known.
He refueled with more energon. It was all standard grade, and kept his levels above the critical line of needing to recharge. Sure the notifications still popped up, but he had already promised himself to recharge, once he saw the situation dealt with and once he was certain that guards were at their posts, that things were going about the base as they should and that it would actually be safe to close an optic, without all hell breaking loose. Right now, that wasn't the feeling he was having.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 13, 2017 16:06:48 GMT
Well, they were wrapping it up. He was half tempted to stay and see what would happen with the twins. It wasn't that he held anything against them, but he did not trust them. Overly secretive behavour usually did that. He stuffed what he'd just been playing with back into his subspace. Just this one thing, one meeting and then he was absolutely heeding the order to recharge. He transformed into his vehicle form and sped out of the command room, the doors sliding open in time, the guards stepping aside, and then the reverse repeating itself until the doors were shut once more. He wanted to catch up with the 'sneak boi' before he was out. He had ordering the autodrone via comm to follow the bot's whereabouts but refrained from utilizing the guards so far. He was heading towards where the bot would be exiting, his engine rumbling away as turns were taken through the many halls. Thunder (meeting at garage or just outside it.)
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Dec 13, 2017 18:30:50 GMT
Oh I most certainly will. You know. Part of me had big time doubts when I heard that Cybertron was able to support life again.
*He sighs, leaning on the wall behind him.*
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 22:46:31 GMT
Shadowfire came in, recently out of stasis and the medbay he doubted for a mere cycle that he wasn’t in a condition for appearing to the commander he would talk to but he did need to talk to them quickly, about his find, and that one he brought back. ”Is any commander present in here at the moment?” He asked the workers. His warmask hiding his optics that moved from not to hit in search of a commander.
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Post by Galileo on Mar 16, 2018 1:56:10 GMT
Recoil walked into the room. He hoped the commander was there, but if he was not at least he could find someone to point him in the right direction. "Excuse me, but by any chance is Vatimus Prime here?"
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Mar 16, 2018 2:59:14 GMT
A random Autobot turned to Recoil from his work, "Negative, The Prime is currently at Shockwave's old laboratory tower, using it as a forward operating base." As he spoke, Recoil could see multiple Autobots walk by him, placing down crates of equipment and updating all the tech.
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Post by Galileo on Mar 23, 2018 3:43:36 GMT
Recoil nodded. He knew that if Vatimus was busy he probably would not like to be interupted. Recoil began to ponder other ways he could be helpful as he began to exit the room
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Post by Vatimus Prime on May 21, 2018 2:56:19 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 Novaflame on Jun 21, 2018 9:51:00 GMT
Novaflame, zenith and zephyr had finally returned to cybertron, having been really late in getting the signal stating cybertron was active again, and had finally arrived to cybertron, he had locked on to the autobot signal. ::Novaflame to autobot base, come in, I am requesting permission to land.:: nova commed autobot command.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jun 24, 2018 16:34:06 GMT
A few of the autobots in the commanding center looked first at the screen when the call for a request had come through- then at each other. They weren't the head-of-command, it was the fact they were told to stay back as every one else was out defending what was commanded. The smaller mech nudged the ither, who then cleared his vocals and chimed almost too powerfully over the commlink.
::Gaurdrail to Novaflame; Request on hold. Serial number to ship required for verification::
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Post by Novaflame on Jul 2, 2018 2:12:29 GMT
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 12, 2018 1:55:13 GMT
((AHHHHH I'M SO SORRY life has been getting in the way of this place ;w; But! Here you are!)) They ran the numbers through the system- it all checked out. ::Guardrail to Novaflame- You are clear for landing. Report to the main base for safety as the outter territory is currently under seige by Decepticon troupers; your second option is to head out there and kick some tincans. Welcome back, crew. Guardrail- out.::Novaflame
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Post by Novaflame on Jul 14, 2018 20:28:02 GMT
very well, I have a sparkling in tow, I will likely be having Zenith care for zephyr, and I will likely be reporting to kick some con skidplates.
Nova went to land his ship so he can get his family to safety.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 15, 2018 2:19:04 GMT
((who is all currently in the command room?))
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 7, 2018 19:32:28 GMT
The doors to the command centre opened up as a singular mech with a red two-tailed cape stepped in with a hood covering most his face. The mech let out a sigh as he lowered his hood with his right hand, revealing his yellow and red optics and blue visor attached to both sides of his head. Once absorbing the view of where he will be most likely be for the rest of his days, the mech walked up to one of the terminals and placed his right hand on it.
"Can't remember the password... Precision shock, 50 volts."
The terminal lit up as electricity was transferred into it. A message then popped up on the screen saying "WELCOME SPARKFLARE MAXIMUS". A look of disgust appeared on Sparkflare's face. He always did hate formalities.
"Guess Vating wasn't expecting me to return. Can't blame him. But a bit more faith would be nice."
Sparkflare mumbled himself. He sent another shock into the terminal to remove the Maximus title. Better. Another shock went in again, this time displaying the battle of Petrex. His face grimaced. Some people were slow to heed his order to retreat.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 10, 2018 20:01:41 GMT
:: Right I want a team to bring a medium sized ship to the Hydrax Fortification for a pick up. In and out, no dawdling. I also want a large team of protectobots to look around the Iacon Hall of Records, see if you lot can find anything that will be useful. If you find anything ground bridge related, inform me right away. Authorisation code - 5P4RKF14R3. ::
Sparkflare said as he sent an order between the Protectobots. Made sure that they followed the order to given. Sparkflare grimmaced at the fact he needed to use the Authorisation code. He hated how the latest era of MTOs were nothing more than a machine, while it ensured obedience, it did not feel right to Sparkflare. He also hated what his authorisation code was.
"I'm going to change that stupid code one day."
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Post by Sparkflare on Nov 1, 2018 21:40:04 GMT
The doors to the command centre slid open as Sparkflare and Skidmark walked in from their business with the rogue Autotroopers. The two were pretty much silent. Today was not a good day so far. "Sparkflare. You're not thinking I'm deciding to switch sides again. Right?""No. Why?""When Cortex accessed those memories. He made it sound like I just up and killed them with no reason.""Yeah. But you have a witness. And I know who I can trust only reason we even managed to get the hell out from the outer rim.""You sure? We had a handful of traitors under our nose that almost did snuff us out. You especially. You can't even transform anymore cause your T-cog isn't anything but dust now."Sparkflare looked at Skidmark dead in optics as he said that. A sigh left his mouth as Sparkflare shook his head as he walked around the room. "Thanks for reminding me." Sparkflare muttered under his breath soon after as he walked around the room. "So when do you think you are going to check up on those who managed to get out from that battle?""Yeah. I suppose I can go round just now and check that they are okay. Although it might be better if I-"Before Sparkflare could finish his sentence the began to cough violently as one hand covered his mouth and the other clutching where his transformation cog would be located. Once he was done. He spat out some energon onto the floor and vented in as he crunched up his face as he shook his head in recoil. Skidmark stood silently as he just watched Sparkflare. He did not seem to concerned for Sparkflare. "Yeah... It'd be better if I didn't go round. Let them rest up and all that."Sparkflare said as he spat out some more energon and wiped his mouth. "That cough is not getting better and you know it.""But there's nothing I can do about it."Sparkflare was quick to respond to Skidmark as he slowly vented. His expression dead serious as he looked towards the wall. Once Sparkflare's venting seemed normal, he raised his hand to his helm. :: Wheelspin. It's Sparkflare. Come over to command centre asap please? I want a debriefing on exactly what happened during Petrex and I guess some bullet points on what happened since I left for the outer rim. Skyspray, Vating and me weren't very active on the whole pen-pal thing. ::WheelSpin
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 9, 2018 20:46:19 GMT
The sound of someone heavy walking could be heard from outside the room before the doors slid open. A shadowy figure stood there, covered in a cloak. It took a few more steps into the room, where it was clearly visible from where Sparkflare and Skidmark were, but still shrouded in the safety of its cloak. Silence followed it, up until a silent laughter followed. A laughter that had nothing warm or pleasant about it, the contrary. It was as if someone clawed on a glass panel.
Out of all the autobots to choose from, it is surprising seeing you in charge here. It is a surprise to see you at all to be honest. From what I have heard, you were out in space when everyone else fought and died.
The figure walked closer now finally dropping the cloak to the ground. What was under it was nothing but Skyspray, the former leader of the autobots, thought to have perished in the battle over Cybertron, long ago. Here he was though, not looking a day different from then. His finish was smooth, cannons shining and coils standing tall above his shoulders. The only thing odd was his size, he looked a bit taller than he did before, but that was nothing you paid attention to at range. His grass green optics looked straight at Sparkflare, eyeing him from top to bottom. He did not look too good in his current state.
Now, while I am thankful for you taking over and leading the autobots, I respectfully ask for my position back as leader for the free autobots, as Prime. I have an idea that might finally turn the war in our favor. What do you say, old friend? Would you do me that honor, Sparkflare?
The mech asked, standing his ground. There was no emotion in his face, he just stood there, waiting, watching. Sure it might come as a shock to the two bots, but the autotroopers present did nothing except watch him, some cheering to express their gratitude, although it seemed a bit mechanical and not all natural if you listened close enough. Otherwise they just continued on with their work, not really bothering with the new arrival or their commander.
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Post by Sparkflare on Nov 9, 2018 23:28:03 GMT
:: No I don't think it's wise, but I need to get a proper grip on what's going on. I can't make any decisions if I know nothing. And I'm well aware that the war is far from over. It's been like that for 4 million years, and I doubt it will ever truly finish. ::Sparkflare said as he responded to Wheelspin's comm. All he needed to now was wait. That was when he recieved a comm from Wingover. The mech was expecting Wheelspin. But if he dealt with this Heavystrike quickly then it wouldn't matter much. :: Yeah come on in. ::Since Sparkflare was talking he didn't really hear the footsteps, but the door and that distorted laughter he did. Sparkflare turned around to face the figure of Skyspray. Skidmark put his hands to his swords and placed his thumbs at the bottom of the hilt. Both knew that Skyspray had been dead for some time. One would think that a dead leader's return from the dead would be pretty big news. It was weird that Sparkflare wasn't notified that Skyspray was back and coming back to take the leadership role. "Hey now, that rather harsh to put it like that. I went to the outer rim on your orders. Galactic Council, Black Block Consortia, traitors and all that. The outer rim is a beautiful place that just wants to kill you 24/7. And we weren't the only ones that got that little tip about Megatron and Optimus. Never found them and I was there first."As Sparkflare spoke he scanned the room at the corner of his optic. It was clear that the autotroopers were not acting normal, even the dead body of Metroplex had more life in him than the MTOs in the room. "Mind if I move around a bit? Haven't moved much for awhile. Kind of required. Lost my T-Cog violently. Need to make sure I don't lock up."Sparkflare said as he hopped on the spot on one leg and alternate between them between each five hops as he put on a smile. Sparkflare knew that this whole thing was wrong. Nothing natural at all. Only thing Sparkflare could do now was play stupid. "Eh no need to thank me I just arrived back. You should thank Vating instead. But he's dead."Sparkflare then stopped hopping and clasped both hands together as he stretched backwards slightly. "Yeah, sorry can't do that. Matrix ain't exactly able to go out and look for a new Prime. But why not tell me about you. You seem to have been absent yourself while everyone has been dying?"At this point the temperature of the room raised. Sparkflare would send out a flicker of flame onto his left arm as expression became deadpan. It didn't matter much if Skyspray fell for Sparkflare's act. What mattered was that a fight was going to commence the fight with his fire. Skidmark took a few steps back and turned around to face the window that looked out to the city before Mertroplex, he looked around the room at the autotroopers examining them to see if they made a move and against who. WheelSpin Decepticon Heavystrike Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 10, 2018 13:21:52 GMT
But you can. You don't have the matrix. Vating never had the matrix. I never had the matrix. It was lost with Optimus when he disappeared. Why do you think I sent you out to find him?
The larger mech stated, watching Sparkflare pace around the room. He could tell that things were not going to go smoothly. He would have liked to avoid conflict, but it seemed that it would be necessary either way. He could at least drag it on for as long as possible.
That is because I was dying too. After Victory exploded, I was jettisoned into the empty space. It was a certain death, had it not been for some very helpful bots who found me. They probably recognized me, or perhaps the opposite. Either way, they are sadly no longer with us. Since then I have been staying away, regaining my strength until I could come back and not be a burden. And now, now is that time. After Petrex, we suffered a major blow. Now we need to strike back. I have the means to end this war now. Therefore I am reclaiming my position as Prime, Leader of the autobots. Now please stand down, I can see what you are doing with your servo. You are many things, and are you adding traitor to that list, Sparrow?
He added the last part as a bit of a taunt, or maybe a threat. It was his old name, one not used for a very long time. How he knew? That much was kept a secret. He took another step closer, his frame seemingly growing larger and darker. Skyspray was a mech built for combat, one who had devoted his entire frame to withstand and dish out incredible amounts of damage, and he knew that Sparkflare knew that. It was up to him if he wanted to fight or not, but he had to decide quickly. Time was running out quicker than perhaps any of them were anticipating.
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