Methuselah
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Post by Methuselah on Mar 16, 2018 18:28:22 GMT
If Methuselah had heard what Correlator’s translator did, he’d scoff. The old mech was far too prideful to surrender. Vatimus knew that, as did anyone that saw Methuselah in action. That was his fatal flaw: his pride. The emotionless mask Methuselah wore was very different from his old one. It was harder to remove, and was not integrated in the slightest manner. It was a symbol of his devotion to his cause, to his duty. He never wore it when at rest, however. Armor should only be worn when the need might arise. If only Methuselah ever rested or thought the need for armor ever dwindled.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Mar 16, 2018 21:38:09 GMT
Vatimus finally decided that Wheelspin was probably not gonna go and look for the lost Autobots. He went to his personal armory and grabbed his standard issue equipment, "No problem Correlator, but come with Methuselah and I. We're finding that Autobot. Sick of expecting Wheelspin to fix his mistakes." He went over to a wide map of Cybertron and low and behold, two Autobot signatures completely out in the open in the middle of the Sea of Rust without any reason to be there. He motioned to Methuselah to board a dropship by pointing at one on the large map next to their location. With that, he tossed Correlator a pistol, just in case things went south. After that, he walked to the elevator.
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Post by The Inventor on Mar 17, 2018 0:20:12 GMT
"Yes, sir." Clambering down off of his tower, he set himself to disassembling the random assortment of items, and left them strewn out in the middle of the room where they'd formerly been stacked. He already had a few choice locations in mind for the future founding of his lab, but he'd have to save that for later; the matter of ironing out those details could wait till after the mission Vatimus was bringing him along for. "What did WheelSpin do?" he asked. He was oblivious, because he hadn't eavesdropped on Vatimus' communications with the bot earlier, figuring the Prime's business wasn't any of his. WheelSpin, though- he remembered the name vaguely. He was that bot Electra use to talk to him about. The one with a redundant name. The only reason he remembered it was because of a handy little memory aid he thought amusing; Correlator would recite similarly redundant names such as "Planefly," or "Cardrive" to himself. Anything that, when said aloud, made Correlator want to shout 'Well of course it does!' Other than the entertaining nature of the bot's name, he didn't know much else about the guy. When Vatimus approached and dropped a practically rifle-sized pistol in his arms, causing him to stumble back when he caught it, the scientist's eyes widened. "For me? Suh-weet, I'm packing heat." He might have been a scientist, but he had a gun of his own. Although- passing up the opportunity to lug around this kind of firepower? He decided he'd just keep that to himself. The Prime didn't need to know. Without too much dawdling, he joined Vatimus in the lift. (OOC: This can be counted as Correlator's exit from the thread, accompanying Vatimus and Methuselah once they leave.) Vatimus Prime , Methuselah
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Methuselah
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Post by Methuselah on Mar 20, 2018 14:54:27 GMT
Methuselah nodded to Vatimus and made his way to the ship, ready to depart. As he waited, he silently watched the surroundings. Just because they were leaving doesn’t mean they were safe yet.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Mar 20, 2018 15:10:45 GMT
Vatimus got aboard the transport and once the doors were shut, it took off and flew towards the deserters.
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