Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 26, 2017 0:34:26 GMT
More pats were to be had. Empress could care less for them at the moment. She wasn't a fan of being distracted from a target, so she began to move about to avoid the gentle servo. The predacon moved her form forwards ever so slightly as Deputy left the room. She huffed and settled back down by resting her helm on the floor. The insistent patting was starting to get on her nerves now. She was unsure as to why he kept doing it, she wasn't doing anything to deserve now. A quick side eye was directed to WheelSpin, a silent warning etched into the expression. Gibberish again. The creature folded her audios back to soften the volume of it. She seemingly ignored WheelSpin as he tried to name her, mostly because she gave up trying to decipher his vocals. When RoundUp attempted to address her, she bared her teeth and let out a low growl. WheelSpin RoundUp
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 27, 2017 8:01:03 GMT
"She got energon. She tried to bite me for offering." Wheelspin answered. "Lets put the statis cuffs on her. At least she won't be able to wiggle out of those." He glanced back at the pred, who went from relaxed to agitated again. Well, he didn't need to pet her if she refused. He didn't do it because he wanted it. He moved his servo away from the predacon and motioned for the reinforcer to come closer. Since she was muzzled, she could not attack him to bite him, but he knew she could still attempt to do damage anyway. "We'll just have her settled in and then I will expect you not to tell the others where she is currently stationed even if they ask. She needs peace and quiet, not gawkers seeing the 'new thing' every few seconds." Of course, Vating could know, if he asked, because he was the Prime, the boss. But he wanted minimal bothing come from anyone who was not. Heck, the medic would possibly be a good one to know, just to check up on her, but it would be 'on need' basis, rather than, free for all. He briefly glanced at RoundUp again, studying his markings. "What type of reinforcer were you?.."RoundUp Empress
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 27, 2017 16:01:55 GMT
Round Up got closer, reaching for a set of stasis cuffs.
You can count on it, we'll keep her location confidential.
He approaches wheelspin and hands him the stasis cuffs.
I was originally just one of the regular beat cops, fresh out of the academy, making patrols around Iacon and keeping the law, but when the civil unrest began, I was partnered up with Deputy. The protests got wilder and soon we were on riot control, but then when the wars started. I was drafted to the High Guard, the Elite Guard y'know.
For the rest of the war they called me an Enforcer, Dep here has been by my side all that time.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 28, 2017 8:21:00 GMT
(Empress said we can skip her this time) WheelSpin took the statis cuffs from RoundUp once's offered and moved to apply them to Empress's remaining paws. The first one would have been fairly easy to apply, however the second, which would need to have the other arm pulled back, while her current pushed towards it, would probably not go as likely or as easily. "Lend me a servo, if you will." He spoke to Roundup as he worked on putting those statiscuffs on the predacon. His light lines looked much dimmer than usual, but he ignored the few warning messages telling him it was about time he ought to recharge and refuel. "Traffic, speed cops?" He asked glancing up and smirked. "Just an update for you. There are no speed limits on Iacon now. It's wrecked, No law, no limits." The last words were nearly purred out, although that might just have been his natural way of speaking anyway. "I'd tell you not to brag about being an Enforcer here but.. your whole paintjob screams it.So anybody'll guess anyway. Deputy's capable of keeping his own is he? Need any upgrades for some added protection?"Empress RoundUp
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 28, 2017 18:55:58 GMT
Vatimus walked into the Holding Cells, eventually finding and unlocking the cell with teh Predacon, and looked between the two Autobots. "What are you two doing?" He was out to try and understand the prisoner and find out if she's actually dangerous or not. Once that is known, he can make safer decisions about the Predacon.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 29, 2017 16:06:18 GMT
Roundup assisted Wheelspin with securing Empress, he smiled a bit at Wheelspin's remark. Just because there's no speedlimits on whats left of Iacon, doesn't mean I can still arrest or detain you for the hundred other laws, pending on the prime's code in this case.
The arrival of Vatimus caused Deputy to turn round at the console he was examining, he'd not seen the prime and he certainly seemed busy, moving over to where Roundup was. The Enforcer, stood up straight saluting the prime.
Just assisting Wheelspin in securing the prisoner, sir. He can give you the full run down of whats been going on.
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 29, 2017 17:03:34 GMT
Whirl turned up at the door, much more quietly than usual. It could be off-putting, how quiet he could be if he wanted to. He didn't physically enter the cell or speak, but tilted his head so that his single optic became a glaring 'v' shape as he watched, just to one side of the door.
In a manner of spwaking, he was disobeying Vatimus' order to wait. Whirl wasn't deliberately contrary but you couldn't tell him not to do something he wanted to do and still expect him not to do it. It was a bit soon for that. On the other hand, he wasn't being loud, or violent, or making a fuss, which some might say was far more important in his case.
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 30, 2017 2:41:17 GMT
First the muzzle, now stasis cuffs? Some long forgotten memory scratched at the back off her processor, triggering a more aggressive response. The predacon gnashed her dentas together. Open and close. Open and close. With as much motion as she was allowed, Empress would fight to keep her remaining limbs to herself.
Of course being partially numbed and at the mercy of two other bots, her efforts were dwarfed. What really irked her however, was that her two captors seemed content, elated even. She was beginning to understand their happy tones and the way they carried themselves. Her optics narrowed at WheelSpin, and her jaws remained parted. She could even sense the fatigue which was beginning to fill the air.
Had she been in a better mood, she would have been a little more tame towards him. The constant nulling and use of restraints was not allowing for any particular fondness. She lurched at him and then draw back whilst snarling. A threat pertaining to a certain knowledge about him.
As for RoundUp, Empress wouldn't mind taking out the vocoder that made the constant cheery gibberish. Something told her that no amount of fussing would stop him. She settled for giving him the cold shoulder, a sign that she couldn't really be bothered. Though the one audio was rotated towards him, indicating that her ignorance was just a feign.
Another stranger had entered the already crowded cell. The predacon shifted her weight so that she was centred more squarely. Had she hind legs, she would have appeared to be prepping a lunge. This time the creature remained silent and kept her helm on the ground. The first two intruders did not care to regard her vocal protests, so why would this third one? With some feeling coming back to her wings, she snapped them more closely into her form. The motion creating a small snap.
White optics shifted to the exit expectantly. They were reassured when small footsteps reached her audios. The little one was back. If only she could move towards him. She huffed in annoyance at her incapacitation.
Now all the bipedals were beginning to interact with each other. The constant droning of their voices issued a snarl from the beast. She would have lashed out at whoever was closest with a wing had a more peculiar footfall not reached her. Instantly she was bristling. Such secrecy in one's step was surely a threat. After all, a predator like herself would know that stealth meant closing in on a kill.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 30, 2017 12:00:11 GMT
"We're securing the prisoner. She has destroyed one holding cell so far, showed hostility and has been a danger both to herself and others." He held up the arm where her teeth had pierced and dented the armour. The fact that it had been slightly patched up did not mean it had not happened. "She needs to be fed as well but she refused standard energon earlier. She was more than happy to draw it out of my arm..." He sounded a little irate about that. He pushed against the predacon when she tried to shove him over. "Hey..." The protest was not as energetic as it might have been, if Wheelsping had not been neglecting the time he ought to have spent downing energon or otherwise recharging. He paid more attention to her responses to the various arrivals, and could near pinpoint who was next on her agenda by judging how she moved her ear and head. He was somewhat surprise then when her attention turned towards the door. Well, she better not try to try 'run' again. He moved off from her, walked to the door and clicked the command into the panel, shutting it closed. He then turned towards Empress to see whether she had calmed down, or whether her interest was still to 'bristle' in that direction. Vatimus Prime Empress RoundUp
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 30, 2017 13:29:01 GMT
Vatimus let out a sigh over the small group binding the feral Predacon. This isn't how you deal with an animalistic being. You be patient with them and help them. After the sigh, his expression didn't change at all and he remained calm. "Remove the bindings, hand me some energon, and back out of the room. We're gonna figure this out." He heard something behind him, but ignored it because he didn't have the time at the moment.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 30, 2017 14:16:58 GMT
Whirl put his foot in the door just before it closed in his 'face', and held it open with his foot so that he could see into the cell. It was really too small for him to fit into as well - although he'd seen smaller. "See, dis is what I said," he spoke from the open door, "Ain't fair to go about treatin' people like dat. Least not without orders, anyway," he added in his typical inflammatory manner, fully aware that there were some people who would give such orders. And that it could be fun when they did. Sometimes, anyway. His voice was as grating and obnoxious as ever to all ears, but at least you could tell he was speaking calmly, now that he could see Vatimus Prime was treating the Pred fairly.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 30, 2017 14:27:48 GMT
"Suit yourself. Doctors orders are for her to rest and this play of power should be done when she's rested and recuperated. ...But. Obviously, the Prime knows better." WheelSpin said sarcasm thick in his tone of voice. "And remove those yourself. Be careful. She bites and the numbing is letting up." It was and he was not going to re'shoot' her to make it easier to the big bot. He did feel sorry for Empress right now. Everybody wanting to stick their intakes into her business. He wanted her to rest, to get better, to repair herself until she would need to face the likes of Prime, or - as he so easily spotted - the ever annoying Whirl. He was getting on his nerves and he was tired enough not to just let it pass. "Frag off Whirl!" He snapped at him. "And for once follow orders. You are NOT supposed to be here. Leave!" His voice wasn't patient, sure it was cold, but it was clear he has had it with constant interruptions, constant attempts to 'not let the predacon REST'. Everybody saw what she had done when she was 'free to roam about' herself. The melted down doors? Yes, that is what happened. He was half tempted to get back to argue with the Prime. She was a patient that he took care of. The Prime was his superior, he knew that, but she did not need any of that. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. ".....Actually. ...Leave her. When she's ready you can do all the breaking in and all the 'predacon' training you want. But not now. Sir." It wasn't said in the most respecting way. " Unless you want her to offline because of all the stress?" His engine revved up in irritation while he stood inbetween the predacon and the Prime. Vatimus Prime Empress Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 30, 2017 16:40:37 GMT
Whirl shrugged angular shoulders, "Seems ta me like da only one stressin' her out is you, buddy. Maybe ya should go."
If he'd had a face, it would be smirking. He moved out of the way to let Wheelspin past. He had done one of his unpredictable swings into a good mood.
"Also, I'm not in da cell."
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 30, 2017 18:53:13 GMT
Round Up decided to back out, rejoining Deputy.
Its getting pretty crowded in here Round Up, maybe we should continue the rescue effort, salvage whats left of the crash site or help get some of the other parts of the base operational.
Round Up nodded, looking back to the Prime and Wheelspin... there was a lot of stress in this environment, the bot he had come to help must have been working without taking a break, energon deprevation could be a reason to his attitude towards the authority.
Unless the prime needs us for anything else, maybe we should. Yet we've not even introduced ourselves to him. But formalities can come later.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 30, 2017 22:30:03 GMT
Vatimus held a hand out to Round Up and Deputy. "Negative, I want you guys just out in case anything goes south, we can quickly remedy the situation." He then turned to Wheelspin, the guy had balls, though it wasn't really needed, he wasn't gonna do anything to the predacon. "Wheelspin, I'm not here to train her. If I was, I'd be coming with energon treats of my own. I'm here to simply establish a connection and show that we mean no harm. Something you lot clearly don't know how to do."
He then looked back at Whirl, "Whirl, I told you to wait in the command room. Since you're incapable of following that order, at least follow this one and STAY BACK."
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Post by Whirl on Dec 1, 2017 3:34:14 GMT
"What, am I causin' trouble? Me?" Whirl wasn't putting on a face but you could sure hope he was, "I'm just here in case I'm needed, 'kay Boss?" he checked, "Dat's basically all I'm good for, really."He tilted his head and continued to hover in the doorway to the cell, watching Vatimus Prime . Well, watching Empress , really. It was always hard to know what he would do next. Right at this moment, he didn't seem to be doing anything. Not yet, anyway. It wasn't often that the mech behaved in such a non-threatening manner. Usually it meant he was saving up for later.
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Dec 2, 2017 0:21:21 GMT
So much tension was occurring in too small of a room. The predacon could practically taste it. Unfortunately for her, such emotions were not a viable food source. With all of the commotions and their respective emotions, it was proving too much for the already disorientated predacon. Her helm was starting to hurt more than it did before due to all the stimulation. Empress briefly watched the arguing mechs before her gaze traveled to something of interest. The door. Despite her bindings and lack of limbs, she was still somewhat proficient in squirming. With her form as small as she could make it, the creature began to shimmy her way in a wide arc towards one of the side walls. Should someone look in her direction, she would feign recharge. (I know my post is short, fite me) Pizza Cat Thief
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 2, 2017 0:23:55 GMT
It must have gone entirely over Whirl's helm that Empress had earlier been near calm until he 'snuck up' , at which time she had begun to posture threateningly and bristle with anything but calmness in the direction of the door, where coincidently was, where he was situated. Of course, it was clear that in Whirl's mind he could do no wrong and took no responsibility for anything that wasn't perfection, but the smaller bot did not feel like spelling it out to him. If the bot was not intelligent enough to figure it out himself, well, there was no help there. His optics turned towards Vating. "Oh....." Sarcasm was the way to go, when tired, irritated and fed up with it all. "Wish we would have thought of that.......Oh wait." They had. He had tried, for the past however long, to get her to calm down, rest, and not destroy half the base while doing so. But no, of course, none of them had tried anything Vating was suggesting - more sarcasm there in his thoughts, albeit not spoken. If the Prime had tried to check before spewing nonsense Wheelspin would have perhaps not been affronted. The Prime however just jumped to a conclusion he liked best and didn't try to listen to a thing they could have told him nor did he actually ask what they had done so far. 'What are you doing' was not asking that. The new rank, Wheelspin had been convinced would make no difference, did exactly that. No difference. Whirl didn't listen, Vating did not seek to listen either. "If you don't want to stress her out, you can start by sending that creeper as far away from her as possible." He waved his servo in Whirl's direction. . "But what should I know." .He saw her move towards one of the walls. Well, he saw her position change anyway. Metal against ground shimming wasn't exactly silent either. He wasn't even sure why he was bothering anymore though. She was the reason for his mangled side of his face and for some of the damage on his frame, the damage in fact, that he had not even had time to repair, partially because of patients, partially because of her. Vating was giving all that Whirl wanted of him too, cancelling out his own order for the Cyclops to scram. He took a step, and for a moment it did appear that his leg would buckle. He adjusted his weight quickly to cancel the loss of balance out. His usually bright light lines were near out, saving the power for his much more important sections of his frame. Roundup and Deputy could deal with it should Vating need help. Vatimus Prime Empress RoundUp Whirl
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Post by RoundUp on Dec 2, 2017 15:55:49 GMT
Round Up caught Wheelspin shuffling a little, at least that's what it appeared to him... but this bot must have been working through several megacycles to aid in patching up other bots.
You should take a few cycles off, find an energon cube kid. You look like you're about to collapse. Deputy and I can help the Prime.
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Post by Whirl on Dec 2, 2017 17:53:01 GMT
Whirl gave Wheelspin a look that meant nothing to him. Since he'd already been watching Empress, unlike Wheelspin, of course he'd noticed her moving. The difference was that he wasn't drawing attention to it. She must really be desperate and scared by now. "Yeah, you should go fer the good of your own health," he advised Wheelspin bluntly, ignoring the 'creeper' insult. For now. The mess on Wheelspin's face told an altogether different story about who it was that had upset Empress most. He could get back at him for it later. The mech just seemed to get away with everything. He turned his attention back to Vatimus Prime , still standing just outside the cell, hoping that he'd be needed to help out.
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