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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 1:49:25 GMT
Twin jets swooped down from the sky to land on the roof of the building, one transforming into a red and black autobot while the other opened their cargo bay.
Skyflare was pretty sure their absence from metroplex had been noticed, but he didn't really care. He came out here on a (self assigned) mission to establish some long range defenses.
His brother having unloaded the supplies, Backdraft transformed into a blue and white mech before the two began setting up thick metal panels (scavenged from wrecked ships and collapsed hallways) for cover from enemy fire.
One could only hope they weren't going to be brought back.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 12:21:15 GMT
Wheelspin watched them from a distance, from the old building that he'd assigned as their current 'quarters'. Word apparently didn't spread well enough. The area had been taken some time ago, although with the border so near, it continued to be in danger of the renewed hostilities from the other side. Some days it even was. Nothing of a grand scale, nothing impressive enough, but quite the same, enough to keep them awake and on their pedes.
He should have returned to the base a few days ago himself, but chose to remain here. It might have been a complication at the repairs of one of the autodrones (an excuse), it might have been the want to remain under less control than he would have been back at base, it could have been any of the other reasons as well. He raced more here than he had there. Well, he called it scouting, but he was able to stretch his tyres, burn some rubber and keep this area safe. It wasn't by accident that he had picked the fastest to remain with him.
When the two jets arrived he had been alerted, the autodrone standing guard reporting two unidentified fliers. They were reported as coming from the direction of the base, which was unusual. He had not been told of any reinforcements and thus remained on a defensive. Rather to be safe than sorry, he had set up his platoon to keep their rifles locked and trained on the two arrivals. It was after they had landed that he went to look for himself.
His current paintjob was all dark, black hues, with a few lighter ones, where the current had made the colouration 'mismatched' 'organic' 'unusual'. He had opted for that because it concealed him better so close to the border. "Oh, them." He thought as he observed them unload their cargo. They had acted suspiciously back at base, but he guessed, that the reason for it had been much more benign than it first appeared. He leaned against the wall, looking up briefly, his rifle, one he had carried with him rather frequently lately, rested slung over one arm, his shoulder armour keeping it from sliding off.
"Anybody else?" He asked, scanning the area with his own optics, while he listened to reports from the drones. "Good." There was nobody, not from one or the other direction, for now. "Watch them." He said, his voice holding less excitement than it usually had, though there still was that underlying purr.
After that he turned and retreated back into the building, transforming in the process.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 16:41:37 GMT
Once finished, the two would disappear into the building. It would be unclear what they were doing until all the lights on the building came to life, the twins having activated an old power supply.
They returned dragging power cables up into the roof. It was then that Skyflare took off towards metroplex, leaving Backdraft to arrange and untangle the cords.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 17:22:00 GMT
"Are you just about done painting a target sign on the building? " The voice came from behind Backdraft, a smug, somewhat bored purr, that seemed though not only to come from the tone itself, but also from the engine rumbling quietly under the hood of the Autobot. "We've got a lights out on all rooms facing the outside for a reason. If the place looks abandoned, the enemy might not bombthe frag out of it on their first approach."
He was leaning against one of the walls, his arms folded, his chin tilted the other way, the image of someone who had been quite relaxed and not at all bothered about the potential danger any of the current could pose. "Prime didn't sent you, did he?" He mused, studying his long digits. Two autodrones remained out of view. He left the others where they were, guarding the actual frontline, ready to report movement the instant they spot it.
"He'd have notified me, if he did." He murmured lifting his gaze from his digits to study the remaining twin. "So... what are you up to, that requires sneaking out like naughty little sparklings?"
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 18:05:24 GMT
"You'll see when my brother gets back. You'll want all occupied buildings to have their lights on, if the plan works."
He jumped back down through a hole in the roof, heading for the generators.
::We'll need your expertise of anatomy as well::
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 18:39:44 GMT
"This is an energon refinery. I do not think I would want the buildings' lights to be turned on, nor will i want their destruction, so I am commanding you to stop this, this instant." Wheelspin's voice got an edge, though still pleasant it betrayed that it's owner was not joking around and that the order was meant to be followed. His optics narrowed on the hole where the bot disappeared off to. He followed him, his servo being replaced with his null ray.
"Did you understand me?" He asked, he had transformed into his vehicle form, sped ahead of the bot, only to skid about right infront of him, transforming and this time standing in the way of where the other was meaning to go. "Return to base and make yourself useful there flyboy."
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 18:48:27 GMT
"We're trying to help. If Flare Draft can get hooked up to the light projectors, we may be able to hide the buildings entirely." Backdraft began backing away, his body shaking slightly as he eyed the weapon.
It was times like this he wished he wasn't a sniper.
Or short.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 19:13:11 GMT
"They already know the buildings are here. They have been in this area before. Making them 'disappear' won't fool them." He answered tilting his helm slightly to the side. "I'd rather if the pair of you would assist at reinforcing the walls of these buildings from the inside. Keep them looking frail, while not being so." he remained in the same position, but made no threatening movements towards the other bot.
"I know you mean well, but that sort of 'ideas' would be useful for something that does not exist yet, and will be built. Not something that has been here for a millenia." He rolled his shoulder joints. "Anyway, it would require a vast amount of energon, especially if it is, what i think you've meant to do. We need fighters."
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 19:30:53 GMT
"Not if we pretend to demolish them. We can use holograms, lead them in to a trap. They'll have no idea that we are upgrading the structures. At the very least we can project a 'two way mirror' across the battle lines. Either way, we're not going to sit in a trench. Not when we know we can help."
Backdraft rocketed out the opening on the roof, bringing more cables with him.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 19:52:05 GMT
"What part of this would require far more energon than a cybertronian body can provide, in addition, we need warriors, not someone to sit on their aft doing nothing, did you not understand?" He inquired looking rather impatient. "There are far too many things that could go wrong with this, not even considering the energon consumption. I suggest you focus on something more obtainable.." Coming from an upgrader, it certainly meant something.
"Or are you afraid to fight and hope this will keep you away from the front lines? Is that it?" He arched an optic ridge, studying the two bots, now that the second one had arrived as well. The lights of the building that had been turned on earlier were now all shut again, without Wheelspin insomuch as lifting a digit. Then again, it was the autodrones that did the work, ensuring that attention would not be drawn to their location.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 20:05:18 GMT
Backdraft ignored the medic, continuing to organize the roof.
Skyflare flew back, carrying parts for anti-aircraft weaponry. The two began assembling the unit, connecting the power cables.
He jumped down, prepared for conflict, with the intent of turning power back on.
"Be grateful, I've been repairing these weapons since we came to cybertron."
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 20:10:32 GMT
"Wow. I'm impressed." His voice was dripping with enough sarcasm that it could make cybertron a sea planet, had all of it turned into actual liquid.
"Look. The roof has been done, if you have not noticed. We have been here for a while. We have reinforced the place to a point and if you would have actually paid attention AND opened your optics you would have perhaps managed to notice it."
He took a step towards one. "Why is it not as easy to spot? Oh heck, because we don't want it to be obvious. We do not want to make this place a glaring target for the daft fliers like yourself to make a mess. What you are doing, is of course understandable. YOU are fliers, nothing much in that helm of yours. But I am in charge of this section and I do actually outrank you, so you will follow my orders and stop acting like defiant sparklings! have i made myself clear?" His voice had become increasingly colder his patience running thin.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 20:45:13 GMT
"In case you haven't noticed, we are not in your unit. You do not outrank us because we served outside of rank. We have no previous rank because our memories were wiped by a crazed scientist. And the last time we followed the orders of a higher up, everyone we called family DIED!"
He shoved the mech to the side and began working to get power back on. It didn't matter if Wheelspin understood or not, they were going to fight for their home.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 21:29:37 GMT
"You are autobots. Correct? You do not need to be in my unit, for me to outrank you. You are recruits. I am ranked above that. Got it?" why did it look like for one to become an Autobot they first had to fulfil the condition of: Does not obey orders at all, has no ability to begin to understand the concept of rank, and believes they know best at all times, even when they do not. He wondered.
The bot pushing him was the final straw. He turned and shot at the bot at point blank range, two shots, one at the helm, preferably faceplate if he turned, the second at his back. He could be fortunate it was his null ray, and not his rifle or his scatterblaster or else the bot would have been dead. This would only have made him unable to move, or, in case of being shot in the faceplate, to be sent into statis.
He had not waited to see whether the shots landed as his other servo turned to the null ray as well. One was covering the bot he'd just shot at, the second was aimed at his brother, willing to fire at him, should he prove as hostile as the first. "Boohoo. Your family died. Like you're the first and only one here. Civilians died without orders given, everybody has lost someone in this war, so save me your sob story and start following orders or you will be arrested for an attack on the superior officer and face the consequences of it!"
He paused and smirked. "I do have one question for you though. ........if your memory was wiped, how come you know what happened to your family and why it happened?"
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 21:46:04 GMT
"Your the one threatening us with a gun. Skyflare was acting because he didn't want you hurting me. You just shot my brother, and for the impossible. You're starting to make me angry."
His right servo turned into a rifle as he took aim right down the barrel of the null ray.
"Unless disabled, Skyflare's emergency beacon will activate, sending out a distress signal."
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 21:56:20 GMT
WheelSpin smiled. Silly twin, believing that he was to be intimidated by a rifle. But he'd note the 'pulling a gun' on a superior officer, in his report. The first attack had been a shove, the second one was threatening with a lethal weapon. It would certainly not bode well for the pair that they have done it. "You haven't answered my question. How can you remember how your family died, that it died, and yet you claim you don't remember anything and your mind was wiped? " He asked and then mid sentence fired. The nullray shot would if hitting the rifle, disable it. Considering how it had been aimed barrel to barrel, there was rather improbable, that it would be able to be moved away in time.
"That just doesn't compute. Do you remember, or don't you remember? Are you a liar?" He asked, his voice the sort of dangerous yet smug purr.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 22:07:49 GMT
Backdraft's biolights flickered out for a brief moment.
"We don't remember our family, we do remember the team we considered family. They found us in stasis on an asteroid, in the ruins of a deception lab they torched. They were killed by a decepticon warship 53 earth years later. We don't even know our real names. All we know is who is responsible. We are going to fight the decepticons wether you like it or not."
He walked towards his brother.
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 29, 2017 22:13:34 GMT
The distance sound of jet engines was painfully obvious in the disance, and it wasn’t long before it flew in next to the Sergeant, transforming into nonother than Sergean Diamond, ”What in the hell is going on here, Wheelspin?” She hissed, standing tall and authoritative, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared down at the three.
”Vatimus isn’t going to appreciate hearing about you inciting a scurry with two scoundrels.” Her talons sparked dangerously with bright blue electricity, before fizzing silently into thin air.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 29, 2017 22:23:35 GMT
"This one." He indicated the twin he had shot first. "Started a physical attack on a superior officer," Which was via a shove, to push WS out of the way."... this one," He indicated the one whose rifle had been disabled. "Pointed a gun at a superior officer with intent to shoot possibly, kill."
He raised his arms, which were still sporting nullrays. "As you can see, I have been quite lenient with the scoundrels, by not using lethal force against them, much as I would have been in the right to do so."
He turned to look at the two. "They refused the command that they should serve as fighters on the battlefield against the Decepticons, contrary to their claims that I was trying to stop them doing so."
"They have also wanted to light up the building here, like a bleeding party hall, and homing beacon to any and all Decepticons in the neighbourhood and after the lights were switched off, showed intent of doing it again." His voice was yet again a pleasant purr even if, the tone was serious and much more 'professional' and military.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 29, 2017 23:49:03 GMT
Backdraft would've protested had he not been more focused on the newcomer. Specifically, looking horrified as he watched the electricity on her servos. He was shaking slighty.
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