Methuselah
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Post by Methuselah on Dec 3, 2017 4:42:41 GMT
Banner upon his back again, Methuselah strode into the cell block. Without warning or any prior incident, any bot in the cell outside of Vatimus would feel a firm servos upon their shoulder, and would be firmly shoved out. It was not a violent shove, a calculated and precise one. The servos, keeping its firm sense but losing the menacing touch, now found itself tapping upon Vatimus's shoulder. Methuselah spoke in some guttural language nobody could understand, but the point was clear. He was politely asking for him to step aside. Methuselah had Vatimus's trust, and it was likely only for that fact that he was able to do what he did. Methuselah, with a sudden and surprising burst of speed, stooped down until there were mere feet between his helm and the predacon's. The language of most beasts, Primal Vernacular, was known to Methuselah, and he prayed it was known to the beast in front of him. Of course, he had contingencies, but he'd rather not use them.
If you seek to leave, I would recommend you go for a more realistic goal. Who are you? Speak now, if you can, and I will certainly know if you can, or stay here, locked up like a rabid mutt.
It was as if Methuselah was improvising. Of course, he wasn't. Methuselah didn't know how to improvise, even if he wanted to. From the second the old mech walked in the room, chances of escape dropped right down to none.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Dec 3, 2017 5:23:17 GMT
Vatimus shrugged off Wheelspin's comment, he wasn't really wanting to deal with that at the moment and was glad the mech stepped out. Round-Up had a good point as well, Wheelspin should take some rest. "Wheelspin, Round-Up is right. Recharge. That's an order."
He then had to simply sigh at Whirl's comment again. "Whirl, just be quiet and stay where you are, please. I need you outside the door in case anything goes wrong. I don't want you diving in to help anyone."
Vatimus was about to kneel down to hand the predacon the energon, but was soon stopped by a tap on the shoulder. Vatimus turned to see Methuselah and simply understood. Methuselah was always reliable and this had a few meanings to it. He respectfully backed out, bumping into the corner on the way out, and shaking his head as if it was simply exhaustion slowly kicking in.
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Dec 3, 2017 6:19:03 GMT
Empress had noted WheelSpin's falter in her peripheral vision, promptly stopping in her mission to escape. She narrowed her optics at him, initially considering him prey but resigning to the fact that he provided her some food. Therefore making him not food. Aside from that thought there was also the fact that he could offer her aid. Should she hurt him there would be no more aid. The predacon almost moved to him but stopped yet again.
The thought process had faltered just as he had. Too much occurring in too little time for such a weak mind. Perhaps later she could collect and bring order to the new memories.
Now the small mind could think of one thing. Leaving. One problem of her many happened to be the blue rotary blocking the exit. From the gibberish he spoke, Empress recognized him as the pilot from earlier. She felt nauseous at the recognition and slowed her crawl so that she level herself out. To do so she shook her helm and rotated her shoulders with as much motion she was permitted.
Before more progress was made, one of the strangers had approached her. Or tried to anyways. She bared her dentas at him but made no more sound. Was it progress or a step back? What was most certainly a step back, was her recoiling against the wall as a new stranger confronted her. All hostilities were dropped and she shrunk her form as much as she could to keep away.
The predacon held the new stranger's gaze with wide optics. There was no fear or concern oozing off of them. This frightened her. He used a different gibberish when speaking to her. Her helm began to hurt much more intensely than before. Something was fighting it's way with tooth and claw to the surface. It was something ancient and near forgotten.
Speak now.
This something was stated so many times in so many variations in a long forgotten past. A simple raising of her audios indicated recognition. Unfortunately they quickly lowered when she realized she couldn't quite decipher the words completely. The predacon settled with whining to accompany her submissive form.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 3, 2017 7:48:28 GMT
When the only bot that he actually appreciated (at least a little) a comment of was the reinforcer to the racer, it was clear how tired WheelSpin had to be. Usually he thought them the unnecessary evil that blocked fun. That was it. "I appreciate the concern.." He began as another warning message flashed before his optics, stating the percentages of energy levels like he was in some game. He looked around, at Empress. There were far too many bots in the cramped space. One thing he did, without a second thought, and that was, ignore Whirl. Since Vating didn't seem willing to do anything abuot the one-eyed-wonder, who else would? He would have said more to RoundUp, thought more, if he wasn't pushed out of the room as well. He stumbled and nearly fell. Catching himself, servo first, against the wall, he straightened, glaring in Methuselah's direction. He kept the retort to himself even if a few choice words would have been suitable. His expression cleared a little as Vating addressed him with his order. He exvented, then slowly nodded. "...Yes, sir." Lead by example, they said. So, obeying order given, was that. "RoundUp. She needs rest. Just ensure that she gets it. She's just been post operation, her body's been through a lot. We had to literally weld her back together. All this excitement..not helping." He wasn't even sure why he addressed that bot and not the Prime. They could both hear it though, so that was fine. With that said he glanced one last time at Empress. His engine gave a quiet, soft rumble as if to tell her it was all fine. A promise he himself could not keep even if he gave, then he turned. His step faltered again and the very next moment he transformed into something much more grounded and harder to tip over. In his racing frame his engine started up and moved him forward. He would head to the medical bay and then, once recharged he could check in with the surveillance footage to see what they did. His engine revved quietly before the car moved forward. RoundUp Vatimus Prime Methuselah Empress Whirl
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Dec 3, 2017 11:14:28 GMT
Whirl shrugged. He sat down with a noise that resembled nothing so much as scaffolding collapsing and faced the doorway, looking at Empress. He could see she was struggling with the input. He placed his claws on the floor where they could be seen and cleared his voxcoder.
"<Hello girl,>" he told her in a calm voice, "<My name's Whirl.>"
Those who knew the language itself would realise he was speaking excellent Eukranian, albeit with a thick Polyhex accent. Of course he knew the language. He'd spent several hundred years on the planet bodyguarding rich Eukranians. Of course nobody had given him a chance to tell them. Although he had indeed told them he could get through to her, several times.
"<Are you having a bad day?>" he asked her, "<Listen, all this being locked up... it would get on my grids too. I'd be behaving like an animal too. So do you want to show me that you understand that I am not going to hurt you? Come on out. That way I can get you your limbs back. I won't let anybody else hurt you. Or we could just talk...>"
He tilted his head at her. Even if she didn't understand his words, if she posessed the slightest hint of sentience she'd understand he was behaving in a non-threatening manner.
He offered one claw.
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Dec 6, 2017 20:57:01 GMT
We'll handle it from here, even if communication barriers exist they'll understand we only mean well... I hope. Round up smiled from underneath his visor, then looked down to Deputy.
Deputy, keep an eye out for anyone making their way past the door. The Minicon nodded, making his way over to the control panel and security terminal, hauling himself up onto a chair and dangling his legs over the side, pressing a few buttons and scanning security feeds.
The Enforcer stood by the prime, he couldn't make out what Methuselah was saying, but the guest seemed to react to it, all but barely.
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Methuselah
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Post by Methuselah on Dec 6, 2017 22:41:04 GMT
Methuselah rose slowly to tower over Empress, little emotion shown again. With a swift, near impossible to see motion, he threw his discs and cut away the bonds holding her. He did not cut the chain, but rather the cuffs. She was free. He spoke once more in the language. Go, be noble.
Methuselah nodded to Vatimus and looked to the others in the room. They’d best move now.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Dec 7, 2017 12:18:34 GMT
Vatimus would quickly back out of the way, full aware of what's going on and didn't feel like getting toppled over by an overeager predacon. He would soon get a comm about some prisoner, with that, he turned and headed out. "I have something to deal with, I'll be around."
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Dec 12, 2017 1:37:57 GMT
Empress recoiled at the sudden movement, trading in her whines for snarling. In the moment that it took to analyze what had just occurred, the creature was relatively hostile. Thankfully nothing bad came of her threat displays. With her legs now free, she stretched and relaxed her front talons.
Instantly her optics darted for the exit. Before Methuselah could even issue his statement, Empress was pulling her form to the exit. She gave no mind to her muzzle as she crashed through the halls. That could be dealt with once she was out.
If she could have it her way, she would be gone from this place almost indefinitely. Unbeknownst to her, fate has the wildest of plans.
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