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Post by ShadowZone on Nov 10, 2018 22:45:32 GMT
ShadowZone reached the door behind which the command room would be found. He paused for a moment at the entrance and glanced back at the mech that had followed him. He seemed to contemplate what he was to say to him or ask of him before he entered the other room. To be respectful? Of course he would be. To do as the other mech said? It was probably a given that the conversation would lead to that and the willingness to come to the present location suggested that the Autobot was no longer , at least for the time being, interested in going at it alone. "That's it." Was said at final last. Nothing deep or filled with meaning. Just something, matter of fact. He stood at the door, awaiting for it to open. Once it did, he stepped inside. His wings had shifted in surprise. There was the familiar mech, that he had expected to see, the one that he would not have been surprised to see present and then there was someone who carried no clear mark of being an Autobot at all. His optics shifted towards Sparkflare, inquiring, questioning, then briefly towards the dark stranger. The 'air' around them felt charged with something, warmth? The temperature was certainly a lot different to the one outside. He had missed the last words spoken by the stranger, or he would have been even more confused on what was truly going on. This would have been a far more familiar site in the Decepticon ranks, really. It was there, that the powerstruggles had been frequent and had his memory been jogged in any way, he might have seen the familiarity of it and perhaps even recognised it as such. "What....?" The rest remained unspoken. His optics briefly shifted to Skidmark as if to suppose that he would have both the time and the knowledge to answer. Decepticon Heavystrike Sparkflare Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by Sparkflare on Nov 10, 2018 23:28:46 GMT
"Don't kind yourself. You need the Matrix to be a Prime. You, Vating and Zeta were never Primes. Just commanders hijacking and sullying the name. I'm not sure about Vating, but two of those three 'Primes' were more than happy to cause collateral damage when anyone opposed them."
Sparkflare said as he kept his fire at the ready. Sparkflare smirked mentally as Skyspray pointed out Sparkflare's arm. Good. That meant Skyspray was expecting Sparkflare to use his fire. However, Sparkflare's mental smirk faded as did the fire on his hand as his body slowly reverted back into a neutral state. The name "Sparrow" echoed through his mind. There was only ever two people that knew that name and they were both dead.
"No not really. Honestly, I just testing if you were the real you. Not everyday you see someone come back from the dead in perfect health but sound like they are still running on a life machine."
There was a pause before Sparkflare spoke again. His tone was completely monotone. Hiding the emotions he was currently feeling, trying his best to not lash out. It was clear that Skyspray wasn't telling the whole truth of him recovering after the Victory blew up.
"Oh. Cannot forget that some Autotroopers went rogue in the name of their 'Prime'. They were the same model that you introduced too. Also, I've not seen or heard a peep from Diamond or Aquahaze since I got back."
Sparkflare said as he took a few steps back. The room grew even hotter now exceeding 100°C. At this point Shadowzone and Heavystrike entered. Skidmark turned to Shadowzone. He looked familiar. He had the face of someone he punched in a medbay once.
"A heated conversation."
Skidmark said bluntly as he signalled the two new entries to come over to him while Sparkflare carried on.
"You've been planning this for sometime haven't you. Tamper with the MTOs to be loyal to you and only you while killing anyone that disagrees with you right? You've never been shy to point a gun at someone's head just because you don't like what they are saying. Sorry. But I'm not going to let that happen."
And once Sparkflare finished talking he raised his left hand as tiny explosions went off on his hand.
HS - 10 HF - 9/2
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Post by Landslide on Nov 10, 2018 23:47:40 GMT
Heavystrike entered the room behind ShadowZone, and a feeling of unease filled Heavy, he kept his distance from the others, and simply kept his mouth plate shut. He had a hard time interpreting what was happening between both unfamiliar bots in the Command room, he had heard bits and pieces of the conversation as he entered, and saw that Sparkflare was on the defensive. He would place a servo on the handle of his E.M.P. shotgun ready to pull it off of his back incase things got a bit messy. He stood in silence waiting to see what would happen next.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 11, 2018 10:28:23 GMT
That is some nerve you have. Suggesting that the matrix is what makes you a Prime. What about Nova Prime? Solus Prime, Onyx Prime, Micronus Prime? None of those had the matrix, yet they were called Primes. I suggest you read up on some history, before coming with accusations. You think you know how the world works, but you don't. You don't know half of it. You never had to make the hard decisions. I am very much the real me, the me I have been since I was a young sparkling.
The tone was cold, growing harsher and harsher. He would not back down, knowing what was to come. He had heard about the autotrooper failure, that was a shame. He could have hoped it had escaped him, but he could use this to his advantage. Since there was no direct proof that lead thing to him, this could perhaps work in his favor.
I personally never introduced any new models. I suggested new ones, but you approved them. You and the rest of the autobots. And what do you mean, "you've not heard of them?" I gave Vating and you one order, and that was to KEEP THEM SAFE!
The rage in his voice was present, echoing throughout the room, and the troopers now reacted, getting a bit startled and rising up, now paying attention to the full conversation. Their weapons were also starting to ready up. Things were about to go down.
First you lose my family, then you accuse me for things I have no involvement in, and to top it off, you refuse to accept that the chain of command is changing. You refuse the one way to win this war, where innocents don't have to die!
He saw the sparks in Sparkflare's hand, and knew that this was it. He frowned, as electricity silently crackled around his coils. Sky raised his hand, pointing it straight towards Sparkflare.
It is treason then.
Out of his hand, a sword began to sprout out. It extended past the hand, seemingly replacing it naturally, as if it always had been there.
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Post by Sparkflare on Nov 11, 2018 12:17:04 GMT
"Micronus, Onyx, Solus, Alchemist, Megatronus, Optimus, Alpha Trion, Nexus, Quintus, Almalgamous, Liege Maximo, Vector, Prima. The 13 Primes. Primus's first creations, the only ones that are able to bear the Matrix. Nova was a mad man hell bent on destroying the universe so he could rule absolutely as an overlord. Zeta was so paranoid and drunk with power that he burned a whole city down after starving them. And you? You would kill your own men just to have your way with things. You say I don't know how the world works? You're right. But you know a whole lot less. The only hard choices you ever had were to kill, not to kill or kill everything around you."
Sparkflare said as he used his right hand to bring his visor down to his eyes.
"I had Cortex use his needles on those corpses of Protectobots. Now I'm no expert but usually if a mnemosurgeon is looking into how someone died, usually they will feel the pain that the person experienced when they died. Now you'd think you'd get quite a scream when you feel like you are getting torn apart by a chainsaw. Expect the it looked like his feed cut out before that. Like it was hijacked. You never said anything about there being anything to hijack the processor. But what do I know. I know nothing of how the world works."
Sparkflare heard the noise of the Protectobots readying their weapons. He also said that last part of what he just said to roughly mock Skyspray's voice.
"Skyspray, Diamond is the last person that need protecting. Hell I imagine a fight with her would be more difficult than you. Aquahaze is only a child, so fair enough. But don't blame me for what Vating didn't do while I was gone following out your other set of orders.
I'm not refusing to accept the chain of command changing. We both know that you intend to kill everyone at once. Killing won't do nothing. Sure we won the war, but it won't be long until remnants rise up. Ofcourse, the easy option will be to just kill them, but then they'll too become martyrs. There will never be true peace that way.
If you want proper peace then why not try talking? Peace treaties. I expect that was something that your family in the Decepticon Justice Division never taught you."
When Skyspray brought out his sword Sparkflare recognised that this was now the point of no return. What happened next happened.
"Skidmark!"
Sparkflare shouted as he lowered he raised his left hand to face Skyspray and used unleashed a stream of fire to smother Skyspray in it. Sparkflare doubt it would be enough, but he would able to increase his output if need be.
When Sparkflare Skidmark's name the mech closed his blue optics and opened them again to reveal them to be red in the center his disable ability was now active as he looked at the Autotroopers as he brought out his chainsaw swords. The Autotroopers were unlikely to attack, but if they made a move Skidmark wouldn't hesitate to cut them down.
HS - 10 HF - 8/4
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Post by ShadowZone on Nov 11, 2018 15:27:49 GMT
The larger, darker frame looked so familiar. The colour, the paintjob and the signature weapon and yet it made little sense for him to be here. When he heard Heavystrike move behind him he turned briefly towards the other bot. He noticed that he had taken a hold of his own weapon. The whole damn situation made no sense. "Skidmark,... Sparkflare...Skyspray." The flier frame mouthed, indicating each of the bots present in the room. "But...wait..that can't be." It couldn't. Skyspray was dead. He was told, notified, everybody knew he was dead. There was this whole speech about his passing. This mech couldn't be Skyspray Prime. Would Vatimus not have told them the truth? If there was even an ounce of chance that he had lived? Would he not have made the best of efforts to see if anything was left behind? How could it be that he was here now. He had moved to stand nearer to Skidmark, out of the way of the flames and of the other familiar and yet confusingly present mech. "He ...was supposed to.. we were told he was dead. That is why Vating was in charge and upon his disappearance, Sparkflare..." He spoke, for Heavystrike's benefit. Why were the autobots fighting one another? Sparkflare was currently in charge, yet why was he refusing to give the command back to Skyspray, who had been previously? Who was he supposed to follow. His processor provided a few answers, but some just did not make sense. "They are all......Autobots." He grew silent his optics switching from each of the three. His posture had become tense, his blaster rifles coming into view but at the moment pointing still downwards.
When the attack, the fire unleashed against Skyspray happened, ShadowZone moved. Not his arms though, he was not about to shoot at Sparkflare. He moved to interrupt the fight, to ram against Sparkflare to make him stop. To stop the whole nonsense really. His wings were held back while his shoulder armour, as he pushed forward, was aimed at Sparfklare's side and arm, to have the flame directed elsewhere if not fully stopped.
"You are both Autobots!"
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Post by Decepticon Heavystrike on Nov 11, 2018 20:28:54 GMT
From what Heavystrike had heard in the exchange of words between Skyspray, and Sparkflare, he drew his own conclusion, and new who to side with. And, after hearing what ShadowZone told him Heavystrike's mind was made up. Heavy would draw his E.M.P. Shotgun, and pointed it at Sparkflare, while Heavy's free arm converted into an X-18Scrapmaker which he aimed at Skidmark. from what he had gathered in his processor Skyspray was the true leader of the Autobots, and that was all he needed to know. Confusion could be heard in Heavy's tone, but his actions made him seem certain.
"Now I'm not sure what the frag's going on here, but last time I checked Primes called the shots. Now why don't we all sit down and dicuss this like real Auto..."
Heavy was cut off by the sight of flames leaving Sparkflares servo. And, Heavy would open fire on both Sparkflare, and Skidmark. He knew this coarse of action would probably make things worse, but right now he didn't have many options to consider.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 11, 2018 21:41:53 GMT
You're one to talk. You were the one being hostile towards me. We have had peace talks, and you just ended them.
Skyspray had remained silent and still, and had not moved a muscle as fire was shot at him, but the other two bots swooping in to help him. He wouldn't have to fight him at all. However his frame was flickering, almost melting. Even though it was very much impossible for it to go down so quickly, it did. What was revealed was a dark frame, something heavy. One arm was a sword, and his face was that of a decepticon symbol. Of course those behind him did not see that, only those in front of him did. He reached into a small chest compartment, pulling out an energon injector and inserting it into his arm, emptying its contents within him. His biolights flickered a little as he felt his strength returning.
"No, Sparkflare. You really don't know much about the world. Autobots, decepticons. We are all cybertronians, we are all the same. We fight for something that will never be achieved as long as the two factions exist. My family taught me a plethora of things, including what the decepticons fought for. The ideals became corrupted, just as the autobots were from the very beginning, defending a corrupt government. No, that will not do."
His optics focused on the scene in front of him. He had finally done it. After all these years, the war would soon be over. And he was victorious. Tarn chuckled darkly once again. Autotroopers had now activated the central holoemitter, broadcasting his speech to all other autotroopers, wherever they were.
"This war ends here. No more autobots or decepticons. We shall become united Cybertronians. It is time, autotroopers. Execute order.. 53.."
It was as if something shifted, amongst all autotroopers, all over Cybertron. Those who were engaged in combat with the decepticons simply stopped firing, retreating instead. Those serving under another autobot, they turned on them, gunning them down where they stood. A huge shift was coming. It was obvious. Tarn could not have been happier.
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Post by Sparkflare on Nov 12, 2018 0:06:39 GMT
As Shadowzone tried to ram Sparkflare, the mech raised his right servo infront of Shadowzone and sent a shock of electricity into the mech, pushing him back. Then it was Heavystrike who shot Sparkflare with his shotgun. The Commander of the Autobots fell onto his back because of the weapon's power. As Heavy fired his shotgun, Skidmark turned around to look at him, focusing his disable on him, stopping the Scrapmaker before it fired.
"Don't bullScrap me... you were going to go this route... anyway... I know you well enough for that..."
Sparkflare grunted in pain as he pressed his left hand over the shotgun wound, trying to cauterise his wound with his fire.
"You... weren't... even conceived when the war began... You never lived- seen how things were... Hell even I... would've been a Decepticon... if I never saw how messed... up they truely were... Believe me on that cause... I hated the Autobots... hated Zeta for what... he did... You never... saw... the Autobot ideals... become pure... When Megatron set out to destroy... worlds, the Autobots were right behind... to stop them..."
It was then Skyspray issued the order, that Sparkflare was proven right. Skyspray did tamper with the autotroopers. Once Sparkflare cauterised his wound, he moved himself up to his knees. Coughing up some of his own energon thanks to his new shotgun wound, he looked at Sparkflare optics filled with rage. He just wanted to burn this whole room down within an instant. It was possible. But Skidmark, his only known ally so far, was on the other side of the room. Since Sparkflare was the current leader, his commlink would be pinged rapidly from several Autobots out in the front lines about them getting shot down by the autotroopers. Sparkflare put both of his hands at each side of his head as all he could hear was his people were dying. Sparkflare eventually used his right side to disable his comms. In an instant he stood up, but since Skidmark was focusing on Heavystrike, the autotroopers fired at him, forcing him back down on his knees again. More energon was coughed up.
"You're killing everyone... Every single Autobot through out Cybertron is getting slaughtered... You've perverted every single autotrooper... You even dare call yourself a Prime...
Skidmark... go to the medbay... now! You two too if you call yourselves real Autobots. Don't bother asking questions. I'll handle this bastard."
Without a moment of hesitation, Skidmark revealed his concealed jump pack to used them to get over to the door within an instant. Once the mech was past the door, the mech transformed and left Metroplex.
HS - 9/2 HF - 8/3
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Post by ShadowZone on Nov 12, 2018 17:16:26 GMT
ShadowZone's body seized up as electricity ran through him. As he was pushed his body simply continued with the momentum until it landed on the ground. Sparks still appeared here and there while the frame slumped. He lay there, for a few moments, with his optics dimmed. When the systems finally began to reboot and come online the large frame stirred.
He groaned, slowly rolling to one side. His optics, blurry, attempted to focus on the one that had shocked him. Enemy, not an enemy. He had been out cold through most of their conversation up till that moment. His processor was still struggling with what the sudden powersurge had caused.
He felt disoriented and the first attempt to get up, had him fall back to his knees. His optics moved to stare at Tarn. Where was Skyspray? This mech suddenly stood in his place? There was a command to head to the medbay. He barely registered it as he tried to get up a second time. He hadn't moved in either direction yet, be it to the medbay, or towards any of the mechs. One of his servos pressed against his helm.
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Post by Decepticon Heavystrike on Nov 12, 2018 21:26:44 GMT
After watching Skyspray melt away to reveal tarn, Heavystrike took a step back his optics widened, and his processor at a loss for words. He had just shot the Leader of the Autobots, defending who he thought was a Prime only to be revealed as Tarn who up until now Heavy had only heard of by reputation. He also couldn't help but be confused by the conversation between Sparkflare, and Skyspray, prior to Heavy shooting Sparkfflare of curruption within both factions ranks. Heavy didn't know what to do now. When Sparkflare gave orders Heavy did, and said nothing, shock had overwhelmed his processor. And, doubt as to whether or not he'd been fighting for the right cause this whole time filled him to his very spark. Hearing Tarns words before he gave the order 53, Heavy couldn't help but think the con was making sense. Heavystrike would look between Tarn, and Sparkflare uncertain about what to do next. For the first time in his life Heavy didn't know what to do next.
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Post by Tarnation on Nov 13, 2018 19:37:44 GMT
"I never said the decepticons did everything perfect. They too got corrupted by greed and power, even those supposed to keep everyone in order fell victim to corruption. I was there to see that. The autobot ideals never became pure, they simply adapted to what served them best during the course of the war. The destruction of worlds were never really about destruction. To rebuild what is destroyed, you need resources and since all those were used for war on Cybertron, they had to be taken from somewhere else. The autobots could not let this happen, they did not want our great planet to be restored and did all in their power to stop the efforts of the decepticons."
Tarn said this without a hint of remorse in his voice, as if he was explaining to a small sparkling. He had already won now, it was just a matter of time until everything was done. He could almost feel the chaos unfolding all over Cybertron as the power shifted from a stalemate to a complete landslide. Behind his mask, he had a crooked smile on his faceplate. Well, on the little piece of face he still had left after the accident. He looked first at Heavystrike, then at Shadowzone. He knew Shadowzone was nobody to worry about, he was already on his side.
"Not everyone. Some will live. They always do. But it is a necessity, to eradicate to be able to rebuild. They won't lay down their weapons, they won't see what we see. Their prolonged fighting has made them blind. To move forward, for the good of all remaining cybertronians, some sadly has to go. As you said, Prime is just the title for the autobot leader. Just as Lord is the title for the decepticon leader. And I am both. Cybertron is under my rule until it has been restored. You shall not stand in my way, Sparrow. You can choose, join us in rebuilding Cybertron, reclaiming our spot as one of the greatest forces on this side of the galaxy, or stand against us and get annihilated like the rest of your autobot brethren. Time is running out for all of you."
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Post by Sparkflare on Nov 14, 2018 0:05:26 GMT
“No. No no no no. I said that Prime was a title. I never said it was a title used for Autobot leaders. When Zeta died so did the corrupt council. Optimus came in changed what it meant to be an Autobot. Freedom is the right for all sentient beings. The only time the Autobots adapted to what served them best was because of you. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your idea for the Autobot Justice Division that left you sulking because me and Vating said no. Din’t you go defending the entire extinction of thousands of races by saying it was to rebuilt Cybertron you and I both know that’s a load of scrap. It was Megatron who had the bright idea to destroy Cybertron by shoving a bunch of Dark Energon into the Core, Primus himself, and he was going round the universe destroying everything just because he wasn’t sated and you fragging know it. Although can’t really blame you for not having much of an outside perspective of the war. You were raised by fanatical pyschopaths and the only thing that loved you was a mangey pup because you looked like his dinner.” Sparkflare smiled as he looked Skyspray clearly taunting him. He was hoping that Shadowzone and Heavystrike would leave. Sparkflare only put enough electrocity into Shadowzone for a mere push, not daze him for the next half an hour. It was kind of pathetic to be brutally honest. Sparkflare wasn’t too sure about Heavystrike. Seemed like after he shot that scrapmaker he started daydreaming. Another victim of Skyspray’s tampering? Probably. Convenient.
“I’m surprised you’re giving me the offer. I mean you sent me to the outer rim so I would get killed by your moles hiding amoung my crew. Now that I think about it... I think you are scared of me, right? Too afraid I might just override my mutation and explode within an instant? But either way I’m flattered by your invitation. But I ain’t scared. Of you, or dying. My wholebeing has been striving to save people. To sacrafice myself for someone else. That’s why I was forged. That’s why I rejected my name. That’s what my mutation is fot. That’s why I’m an Autobot. That’s why I strive to stop tyrannical bastards like you. And I know you are too vain enough to see it, but that is why I’ll beat you! Even if I won’t win the first time. I’ll keep fighting. I’ll break myself. Even if there is nothing left of me. I’ll win by what it means to be an Autobot. I’ll destroy myself before I accept defeat by your hands!”
HS - 8/4 HF - 9/2
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Post by ShadowZone on Nov 14, 2018 18:40:31 GMT
There was something missing, the connections that had tried to reset themselves anew, but failed. That's what took ShadowZone as long as it did. The work that had been done on his processor may have been pretty good, but it had not been perfect. When he had decided to ignore the feeling of there being something that had not worked yet, his processor was focused on the scene before him. On one hand, there was Tarn, who was also Skyspray, but were the two one and the same, or had Tarn used the other only as a front, to get in.
He narrowed his optics on Sparkflare. He did not look at Tarn, but his words were loud enough for him to hear. "Are you Skyspray.. .or an impostor?" As if that would answer the whole 'good or bad', the right or wrong side. The whole thing had been a mess, but as soon as he knew an answer, he would act.
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Post by Decepticon Heavystrike on Nov 15, 2018 23:31:48 GMT
Continuing to listen in silence, Heavy continued to grow more confused, and based on what he was seeing, and hearing neither side was without sin. However with Sparkflare trying to justify, and explain how the Autobots were different from how they were in the past made him doubt the cause even more. Hearing that Tarn, accepted the past, and was trying to lead Cybertron down the original Decepticon path, the one that once nearly convinced Heavy to join up centuries ago. Ultimately leading to a once again peaceful Cybertron, it was clear what the right choice was now. Hearing Tarn's ultimatum, Heavystrike would finally break his silence with an answer, and a decision he thought he'd never make. But, if it meant bringing peace back to Cybertron, and rebuilding the once proud world, then Heavy really didn't have a choice.
"I once opted to join the Decepticons, because I believed order to be the best if not the only option for creating peace. But, Megatron's twisted ideals drove me to siding with the Autobots. Lately I've found myself questioning if I made the right choice, and after hearing how the Autobots had committed just as many horrors as the Decepticons, I finally have my answer. Tarn if what you say is true, and your way is the only way to finally bring this war to an end, and finally bring peace to Cybertron then count me in."
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