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Post by BackTrack on Mar 2, 2018 9:42:32 GMT
:: It seems that the plan has been made and the roles shall be passed to the leaders the lord will appoint. :: BackTrack sent the observation, silently observing the exchange. There was no mention of where the medics or the engineers would be needed. He could of course be wrong. With such a large army going to fight, there would be a torrent of injured an dying that would need relief. It even meant a greater influx of those who would be eager to forget what happened on that day, he hoped. The canonfodder did not have the same sort of aspirations as their leaders did. They followed orders, did as told and died. And those who survived just wanted to continue again. There were different representatives amongst them too, he knew, he'd seen them appear at his door much less frequently.
He arched his optic ridge as he heard the request given by the Decepticon 'quack' as he sometimes nicknamed him. He wanted new test subjects. Like he did not cause enough distress amongst his own. The way his hygene suffered displeased the nitpicky doctor, who was convinced that a good medic was not recognised by how doused in energon they were, that was easily done by butchers, those unable to stop the leakage efficiently, or quickly enough, but by the quality of their service and the survival rate of the damaged. A good doctor was clean, for to infect an already weak frame with rust, allow foreign bodies to remain within them, or even spread any infection carried by their spilled energon, was a threat one must consider. Thus when his optics did stay on the 'medic' they carried an expression of pity and disdain.
::Be ready to clear out your schedule when they start coming. We'll need all the space and time we can get. :: He sent to BuildUp again and relaxed to stand at near attention awaiting the official dismissal of the group and any data that they needed to be told, before that.
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Post by Tarnation on Mar 2, 2018 14:11:05 GMT
Tarn remained silent for a long period of time while the plan was brought up. It was a decent plan, probably the best they could come up with on short notice like this. It seemed like nobody opposed the plan, thus making it approved, at least by his standards. His blade glistened ever so slightly in the light, getting ready the coming battle. This reminded him of the previous large clashes he had been in, before he had taken the role of Tarn, of the bringer of Justice in the decepticon ranks. He hadn't failed back then, and he wouldn't fail now. He vented a little bit as he leaned against the wall, letting off some heat to keep himself in peak performance. Technically he was never in peak performance, he was getting weaker as time went on, but now weak enough where he couldn't do his duties. That day would never come.
He turned his helm slightly as the giant spoke, and Tarn did not get a good feeling from what he was asking for. Last time a mad scientist had done this they had to kill her, get rid of the bodies she had used and bury the whole project. There was a fine line between acceptable and warcrime. They weren't criminals, they were freedom fighters, fighting to bring an era of peace and prosperity to Cybertron, and rule it as Megatron would have wanted it. At least that was what they were supposed to be fighting for, and what he was employed to make sure they did. "I am not so sure about that. Last person who tried to do that got executed for treason. We are not savages, we respect the dead." Was his cold response, voicing his opinion on the matter. He would not budge about it, that much was clear.
"Furthermore, Ailnoth" Tarn now adressed the leader. "Once the defenses has been taken out, then what of the strike team? They would be pinned down behind enemy lines. Without proper backup that is a suicide mission. We don't want preventable casualties, that would be a disadvantage moving forward. I trust you have thought of this?" He figured that Ailnoth had planned something, but it didn't hurt everyone to hear it. The sooner they could get started, the better. Traitors didn't wait until after an attack to show themselves. Maybe he'd be forced to leave, who knew?
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 2, 2018 15:46:53 GMT
The two bots that were off to the side of the room stayed quiet. Swift did not mention anything more, the plan to use the tunnels was a solid one in a while so he had no complaints. He looked over at his counterpart. He was listening intently to the conversation that was going on in regards to tarn asking if ailnoth has thought of the certain part.p
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 2, 2018 16:04:51 GMT
”I have no intention of mutliating the bodies or experimenting on them, I only want thier T-cogs.” He told Tarn but was willing to let the subject go, as a medic he did need room for the injuries though he would be stuck in the front of the battle attempting to keep the majority of the soilders functioning, he did care about his patients but he was always so busy that he only had time to clean his hands and tools before moving on to the next critical patient. While his demeanor may have distracted other decepticons he had drawn a very thick line between his work and his fellow con, unlike some doctors. He stood back letting Alinoth had stage, and waiting for the dismissal.
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Post by Backbeat on Mar 3, 2018 7:21:01 GMT
Backbeat chuckles as crosses his arm looks at Tarn and Ailnoth with his usual amusement. He doesn't comment on their discussion, rather listen to their plans. He whispers to NeVor, who moves closer to keep their discussion limited.
' I trust everything has been taken care of on your end? '
NeVor gives him a knowing look.
" It has. "
Backbeat looks around the room.
' Good to hear... Keep watching the situation. '
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 4, 2018 0:21:58 GMT
Nightlock looked at the entire group before looking to Alinoth, "Well, there are no disagreements, How do we strike with the second wave, this has not been fleshed out, does anyone have a suggestion worth noting?" He asked the knight, fully expecting him and Tarn to work together on this less one of them be offended by the others refusal to include them and cause something, while he didn't expect this from the two, one could never be too safe. Though his offer for suggestions was also broadcasted to the room hoping someone could think of ideas for this second assult that he assumed would be one of the more critical phases.
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Post by Backbeat on Mar 9, 2018 5:34:03 GMT
Backbeat steps forward. He was getting impatient...
' Shall we begin? '
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 12, 2018 5:23:43 GMT
Nightlock’s three eyes flicked from everyone in the room seeing that no one had any suggestions he sighed. What were they to cowardly to talk themselves? He decided to play a small game with them. ”Seeing as no one is willing to respond, I guess I will do so first. I recommend we use Backbeat and NeVor’s technology to play a game of who is who with the Autobots, meanwhile the true force can be split into squads of anti infantry, Anti Vechile and a medic if we have a spare that way we can be more flexible with how we want our units to act.” he turned to Backbeat, ”I trust you are compentent enough to use the hologram for something over then show boating?” He then looked up at the camouflaged assasin, ”As for you, I’d assume that the Autobot commanders will be...dealt with during the assault? Or are you all talk?” He asked before moving on to the one who referred to him as a Quack. ”you of course will cower out of battle in a portable base we hastily spring up so that you can work, I will be in front lines sending bots your way...or making sure they survive long enough to come to you, ehh Doctor?” He turned to Skystreak and simply said. ”Your strategy has some merit, though I ask what can you do against the seekers that will be bombing us? Do you have anyway of stopping it without us sacrificing air superiority to keep them down?” He then turned to the Vechions but his three eyes locked on Slapfoot. “Do any of you have a suggestion other then just standing there to be there for the sake of being cover for us on the battlefield? Because find that your input is needed as you make the majority of our armed, or is this a excuse for me to upgrade you all into seekers?” He asked them with a very cruel tone in his voice, and despite having no face he seemed to be smiling. Finallyhe turned to Kydro and his team. ”If you are assigned to the Caverns do you have a idea what to do after?” He then have a look to tarn and Alinoth making sure it was acceptable for him to be semi leading like this.
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Post by Backbeat on Mar 12, 2018 19:53:45 GMT
Backbeat laughs at Nightlock's question. As he circles around the other Decepticons.
' My competence has never been in question... Considering it's been what's kept us in ammunition...'
He gestures with his hands to signal his remembering of things...
' Which reminds me... I've yet to get everyone's supply requests in. Yes... Yes... I know they're a chore. But it prevents us running out of supplies mid campaign. Which sucks. So after this meeting is over, take a few nano-cycles and fill the damn thing out. It's all been sent to you... Send them to the Faithless Looter's logistics division. '
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' Also, remember... For "Special order" items... Talk directly to me or NeVor. We're always happy to help provided you have the Shanix or energon coins to afford said special order.'
NeVor speaks up with her usual sarcastic tone.
" Provided this meeting does end. "
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Post by Slapfoot on Mar 16, 2018 18:23:19 GMT
Surprisingly enough, when Nightlock asked Slapfoot a question, he answered. He shrugged, looking over his back as if he was looking at an invisible pair of wings, telling Nightlock he wouldn’t mind the upgrade. Afterwards, a large sigh escaped the mech. He hated talking, but he couldn’t pantomime what he wanted to say. He figured he wouldn’t get in trouble for talking as he was directly spoken to. My shields can cover the van of a small team. Slapfoot’s extra arms extended to show his shield without breaking his stance at attention, and gave a hymns up as they retreated back.
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Post by ailnoth on Mar 16, 2018 23:25:47 GMT
After announcing his plans, Ailnoth hadn't expected a resounding response after the results he'd received so far from the room in general. In truth though he'd been optimistic, with so many Decepticons in the room, he'd assumed that it would have been only a matter of time that they would offer a plan he could proceed with. Since the last time he'd spoken though Ailnoth had allowed plenty of discussion between the different individuals in the room. Instead of bringing him an established plan to work with, Ailnoth was left to deal with more than a few issues as he knocked his knuckles against the planning boards steel frame with a mighty thud that echoed across the room.
"That is enough." He proclaimed, allowing his voice to resonate across the room even as it was barely louder than his normal speaking voice. Rather than being consumed by the havoc of the room however it was just as effective as his knock that suddenly gained the attention of most of the room. "This discussion is over."
With a single step, Ailnoth stepped closer to the center of the room as his helm turned to scan each person who'd spoke one by one.
"So let me make this clear. I am tired of watching rabble bicker, just as I am tired of listening to fools allowing their ego to run rampant even as others try to take the necessary steps for us to progress. So instead of continuing this farce, I end it here. The first and second wave shall begin moving to Petrex, those involved shall receive their orders on the way. The rest of you shall stay for the third wave."
With that, Ailnoth turned away, exiting the room with steady strides as he left to consider his own thoughts.
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Post by Nightlock on Mar 17, 2018 6:58:59 GMT
Nightlock looked at him, his optics focusing on him, before he sighed, ”If any Vechion wants a transformation upgrade in something, I might be able to help you with that.” He said before walking out of the room, back to the medical room, back to his patients to heal up, if they survive the lack of Energon they currently have.
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Post by BackTrack on Mar 17, 2018 10:57:13 GMT
BackTrack turned to BuildUp. "Time to go." He murmured seeing as the room began to empty, and their commanding officer left as well. "Get the medbay ready. If we are not sent to the front line, we should expect an influx of dying and damaged Decepticons." He did not rise to the provocations that might have come from the other bot, as he felt at ease with his own skills and way of doing things. He knew what was the most necessary, and what was not, so acted accordingly. He glanced towards Tarn as if to contemplate the larger mech's state of being. He had checked his mask and repaired it, but he had had, as in the past, concerns about his frame. If there was damage he had not yet addressed, his professional opinion was, that he ought to. While he felt great respect towards the mech, he was not afraid of him. Not because there was no reason to be intimidated by him, there were plenty of reasons, but because he knew that there was no reason why Tarn would go after him. He was loyal and he was used to be around larger mechs. His 42feet tall friend was one of them after all, and he trusted him with his own life. :: I know it is none of my business, sir. But if you should find time in your busy schedule, I would be interested in seeing the state of your frame, and should there be things in need of repair, I'd like to offer my services. :: He sent to Tarn. With that said he motioned for BuildUp to follow him. If they were going to be chosen for the first or second wave, he knew his comm would let him know, if they were not, then it did not matter either. He was a medic, he did his work and did not question the decisions of his superiors. It made his life wonderfully easier. He did pause at the door, as if waiting for a response, even if it would be via private comm as well. Tarnation
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Post by BuildUp on Mar 17, 2018 11:01:37 GMT
BuildUp had been silent for most of the meeting, standing rather like a bodyguard, beside his much shorter flier friend. He nodded, the sole response to other's words, as the meeting came up to a conclusion. There had been bickering and 'armour flexing' as was common with the Decepticons.
When BackTrack moved to leave, so did he. Silently, but for the noise of heavy footsteps hitting the ground. His frame was heavy, nothing to do about that, he wasn't trying to join the stealth brigade any time soon.
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Post by Backbeat on Mar 17, 2018 19:35:50 GMT
Backbeat chuckles to him self. ' Well this was certainly was a fun meeting... Ha... '
He nods at NeVor and they walk to the door.
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Post by Tarnation on Mar 24, 2018 18:29:51 GMT
The leader of the DJD was left unamused by the commotion that followed. He had remained silent throughout it, seeing no point in bickering with the rest. His job wasn't to provide all the solutions, his job was to make sure the laws of The Cause were followed. He observed the others, the big guy trying to assert himself as the dominant one in there. Pitiful. There was some more chatter before their leader spoke again, ending the meeting and calling for action. A good decision, considering this meeting was spiraling out of control. Had Nightlock not walked out before he could act, Tarn would ahve shown him why you shouldn't try taking command when the ones in charge were present. However, that moment had passed and he had more important things to do than to discipline a medic.
Once the medic commed him, he froze a little. How did he have his comm signal? That would have to be dealt with quickly. He would not risk his comm signal to be spread to the wrong hands. ::"I do not know how you got my signal, but I would forget it if I were you. will not repeat myself. Your offer shall be considered.":: Tarn sent back, ending the communication right after as he started moving. It was time to act, and he had a mission to do. His scanners were empty at the moment, no traitors had shown themselves yet, but he had a feeling that they would soon. Very soon. The dark mech started moving through the masses, trying to touch as few of them as possible to spare them from the pain it would bring them.
He pased by the medic who had sent him the message, giving him a blank stare as he then passed him, walking out of the building. It was time to go to work. He brought up the new messages he had gotten from Vos, reading them through twice to make sure he had understood everything before deleting the messages. It was best to do so, seen from a security point of view. He could work with this. The autobots were mobilizing, they had no time to waste. He transformed into his vehicle mode, driving around and circling the area, waiting for signs of others to depart. His energon levels were low, but he didn't have to refuel quite yet. He could do that once he got there.
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Post by kydro on Mar 27, 2018 17:06:52 GMT
And so that was that--- It was done. Despite the bickering of fools, The end of the beginning that was to set the scenes for the upcoming heat of death has been laid out for them all to picture in their minds. The scene of victory over their foes most likely had fallen into the battle hardened minds of many that had attended; not necessarily in Kydro's. There was that stupid embarrassing quote again. He shoved it down to the back of his mind when a heavy servo patted his broader shoulder plating.
“Hey-uh, good job.”
The orange mech tilted his head and swallowed his surprise at his silver- well he was anything but a friend. All he responded to the compliment was a heavy nod as they all continued to file out. Optics flickering around to silently observe his fellow comrades; Kydro began to quietly match himself with the vehicons. The common foot soldiers. Most of them had already left, but that didn't change anything. It was dawning upon him that he had spoken in front of this mass of numbers. It brought a filtering fear silently creeping into his spark. His mind hardened and clipped his thoughts with a stern voice.
Look at us. Different heights, different personalities, different special abilities, but all the same. We're all the same. Nothing special. Who cares about their judgement if we're the same.
But then there was that lulling tone of that ridiculous voice again.
Get that bucket off your helm Son, you look ridiculous. Why be the same as everyone else, Kydro? You were born to be different. Quit hiding and fitting in with the other sparkli-
The flashback faded out. Without his twin he felt utterly and desperately alone; afraid. All these mechs surrounding him felt faceless and unimportant. Would his father Jackfire, still be proud of him for what he had done? He doubted it. He would never be able to follow in his treads- Especially seeing as he had been sneaking around with the Autobots and ended up “mysteriously” disappearing. Obviously Jack had been found out and most likely killed on the spot. If Kydro kept on the path he currently took, he'd end up the same way. Honestly he had wished he would of have been crushed in the cave-in with Kyra so he could be saved from this existential crisis. A second fear bubbled to the surface that made him weary of the upcoming fight. What if he was confronted by that infamous silver medic. How would he worm his way out of that one?
What if someone blew her up right in front of him?
Or worse- what if someone saw him freeze up?
Knowing her she'd be safely tucked away in the medbay somewhere. A sigh blew through his vents. The thought was a bot more relaxing.
“Oh, Ma…” He muttered.
“Hey there Kydro- Lookin’ pretty down, obviously been missing me am I right?”
Kydro grinned down at the smaller ‘con and shot him a devilish sneer.
“Of course-.”
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Post by Backbeat on Mar 29, 2018 5:45:55 GMT
((Been on a musical kick recently, plus I should do something fun with the Phantom... ) Invisible to all, a ghostly figure walks through a wall to stand in the crowd. Stepping forward, the Phantom looks at the reader.
'All out war, Could you want any more? With a roar and throwing foes to the floor. Could you ask anymore? Yes... Their going to war. '
He walks through the crowd.
' Take a look around, there's a fight to be found. Then the bodies thrown on the mound, reaching high from the ground, take a look around, you're be joining them soon. '
He points to the decepticons currently discussing the plan.
' In this room we see Decepticons three, that plan and demand and remand each other. Old Nightlock's a Doc we can mock with who can't stand the plan cause he thinks he's the man... Not knowing Alinoth's had enough, ready for war not a moment more. Will it be enough, Will it be enough? Is he as tough... As... They... Say? Come what may? '
The phantom passes through a Vehicon as he paces around the room.
' Tarn's impatient, with his role that's just latent. Afraid that his symbol is tainted. Murder's a hit, but you better make'em quick, cause it's a habit he can't kick. How do I know? That's my trick.'
He stops, looking at the stage, stopping as he was about to leave through a wall.
' Two are missing, groan, probably kissing. Did they see the writing on the wall and are waiting for the fall? Or waiting for the call to war? Those two have a view that some would call disturbing. Doing what they can to further their plans. Against who? I couldn't tell you. Cause until the knight ends, or Tarn they offend, all Decepticons know, the Autobot's foe Alinoth is their leader.'
He looks back at the reader, putting a ghostly finger to his face.
'Now... Dear reader, not a word to our friends, now my song is at it's end. Now it's time they rend this war a new... So enjoy the view! '
He disappears through the wall.
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Post by Chief Strange on Apr 5, 2018 16:42:53 GMT
((I'm very confused, and I'm really sorry but. Has roles been passed out yet? Like I am cool with anything for my two guys just. I can't find if roles were passed out or not))
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Post by Backbeat on Apr 6, 2018 1:01:20 GMT
((I'm very confused, and I'm really sorry but. Has roles been passed out yet? Like I am cool with anything for my two guys just. I can't find if roles were passed out or not)) ((My understanding is they will be handed out when this event starts))
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