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Post by Taggon on Jan 25, 2015 5:54:28 GMT
Taggon listened, his visor never switching view to another part of the room. The minute she had started, Taggon had sensed that he had hit a sore spot too soon. No use in saying, 'oh you don't have to,' it would be pointless. So Taggon had listened. How Kryse moved told Taggon that she was energetic, even when she was sharing some nasty tales. She was used to moving around, and as she had said herself, the planet which was called 'Helios' was a gas planet. So that mixed with the fact she had wings...she was the insecticon version of a seeker.
"The Decepticons have a long list of crimes, especially Shockwave. I would think, that you would be surprised to know that both started out well. It is finishing well, that is the trick to life." Taggon spoke, his voice did still have some understanding in it, but it was just a fraction of his pitch which held it. He unsheathed a knife, and then flipped it into the air before he caught it by the handle, examining it some before he looked back to Kryse. He often did this when he was preparing to tell a few tales of his own.
"I was there at their beginning, like many were. Their intention had been pure back then...the Decepticons. They wanted to rebel against a corrupt senate, and rebel they did. Their army was made of rag-tag mechs and femmes though, mechs who were pulled off from the street, or from the terrible conditions of the mines, or wherever a work-force bot made his living. All of the lower caste fell under a powerful Mech named Megatron, and thus began something that has spread throughout the galaxy. Megatron originally was a miner himself, then a gladiator, but very simply, Megatron lost his moral. He became a monster, along with most of his followers. He is missing at the moment, but personally, I am waiting for him to make an appearance, and wreck havoc. it is his signature habit." Taggon said plainly, it was clear that he had known a more detailed version of this lore.
"That is the basics at least." Taggon stated, still calm. He often masked himself wherever he was, or whoever he was with. he really saw no point in being bright and cheerful, though he was not the grim and solemn type. His feelings were just neutral, thanks to years of training.
"I myself have a few scores to settle with Shockwave--he put the first vehicons, which are the Decepticon ground-force cannon fodder, through a terrible place called 'Shockwave's Academy'. He no longer does it with the current generation of vehicons, but the older generations...they feel very reluctant to side with Shockwave. He is the Head of thew Decepticons right now, so there are some seeds of doubt and mistrust. All vehicons will still serve him though, even if the first generations dislike him. Still. A few right pushes and the Autobots may get some new recruits." Taggon said. He was not sure what to say next really.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 25, 2015 6:00:56 GMT
Almost... There...
Stormgear eyed the exit to the Medical Bay, which was a quick dash across the main foyer, past the groundbridge controls, and past the waiting bay. Stormgear had gotten' up not even 15 minutes ago from unconsciousness. How did she manage to escape a large team of medics who watched the patients, she would not tell. Why she was trying to leave the medbay? She wasn't going to tell that either. But she never liked the Medical Halls, it reminded her to much of her dad. It also reminded her of a few other people she'd met in her lifetime of 18 years. the 17ft. femme prepared to dart behind some berths, until she caught a glance of Taggon with a femme.
Taggon? What's he still doing here? she thought, then brought her servo to what was suppose to be the surface of her neck. A large bandage stood in it's place, due to a rocket launcher shot to her throat. If she had removed the bandages, she wasn't to sure what would be left.. No, shut up, just get out of here!
Stormgear had recalled what she had dreamt of when she was unconscious. She sat in a dark room with no windows or doors, and a TV stood in the center. She could see what was happening in the living world. She guessed she had paid a visit to the ABYSS. But visits like that only happened when she died. She still recalled the incident with Vos... I don't know if I died, Storm. But I need to get to the ship to test my pulse out. I'm getting nothing..
If she couldn't pick up a pulse from her own wrist, then something was wrong. But she had to record her findings on the Aries Fist.. She made her sprint past a few births, but her mistake had been skidding to a stop. She had fallen onto the ground, Which was bound to make a small tap. She kept crawling until she made it behind a cluster of berths and chairs. Don't move! she thought.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jan 25, 2015 6:57:06 GMT
*Wild blinks at the patient, her half Predacon blood line did look a bit obvious with the shape of the body and tuffs of feathers that she had spray painted and attached to her belt for war armour. She watches Taggon go by and goes off to get a mop, only to see Storm acting very very odd, she watches her and blinks.*
"Am I dreaming?"
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Post by Taggon on Jan 25, 2015 7:07:33 GMT
((*cough* It was Stormgear *cough*))
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 25, 2015 23:08:40 GMT
*Wild blinks at the patient, her half Predacon blood line did look a bit obvious with the shape of the body and tuffs of feathers that she had spray painted and attached to her belt for war armour. She watches Taggon go by and goes off to get a mop, only to see Storm acting very very odd, she watches her and blinks.* "Am I dreaming?""Am I dreaming?"
swiftly turning her helm, she noticed Wildfire looking at her. She silently brought a digit to her lips, then shook her helm frantically. NO! Don't alert Taggon! she would have said, then she looked back at the medical hall exit. Run.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 26, 2015 13:13:27 GMT
((Hey, I'm just going to post now.))
Taggon had been tending to the femme, or taking with her really, when he heard the voice of Feenixfire's daughter sound behind him;
'I am Dreaming?" Taggon had heard a small rustle behind him, before he had heard the voice. As a war-machine, and throughout his experiences with surprise attacks, and the rage of battle, the vbackstabs of the Decepticons, the wrath of the DJD...Taggon had become wise enough to always look behind his back. So upon the voice sounding, strike two hit, and the vehicon whirled around, grabbing the hilt of his knife. Even in the Autobot base, safety was temporary according to Taggon's records. The vehicon found Stormgear trying to sneak for the exit, Taggon eased his grip on his knife, his visor recognizing Stormgear as a friend. His digits had eased, but the way Stormgear was positioned, and how she clearly hadn't wanted to be seen made Taggon take a small step forward.
"Stomrgear." He addressed her, still with a calm voice as he examined her from a distance, "Please explain why you're not resting...you're in no condition to maneuver. If you have an explanation for your actions, and what is going on in that processor of yours...then speak." Taggon said, facing Stomrgear. He completely put his servo off his knife hilt, relaxing so that Stomrgear could follow his example.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 26, 2015 13:51:34 GMT
"Stormgear"
Storm grumbled a few words under her breath, which came out unhearable. She looked at the taller mech, then sighed. "I-I can't rest." She said, moving around uncomfortably. "Just being in here reminds me of- Bad memories.."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 26, 2015 14:22:08 GMT
Taggon heard the stuttered words. Taggon blinked behind his mask, what she was saying was she had nightmares. She didn't want to sleep. Taggon just lowered his shoulders, Stormgear, Stomrgear, Stomrgear. At least she had been bold enough to confess she had bad memories at all. Taggon was never one for being a guru, but he was more then willing to give advice to Stormgear, who so often was acting like the little sister Taggon never had. She could be tough as nails, but everyone had their weak moments.
"Stomrgear. If you want to move away from here, I can try to arrange for some medics to repair you in your room..." Taggon said softly, intending on calming her down some more. Taggon cocked his helm at her,
'You need rest Stormgear. If you're going to be fit for your duties...then you need rest. Even I give in to sleep.' Taggon said through the A19 Strike team private com-line. he knew something was up, and he kew it was his time to act as a guide once more.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 26, 2015 17:06:37 GMT
Stormgear's backplate slid downward on one of the berth's legs. which she sighed. "It reminds me of you know what, or you know who." She started to curl up partially, pulling her legs against her chestplate, which also had a few patches on it. "I can't sleep, Taggon. I really can't." she responded through the A19 comm link.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 27, 2015 0:14:11 GMT
Taggon listened to what Stomrgear had to say. Taggon knew who she was referring to, she was talking about none other then Vos. The mech had personally tortured her, and any torture from the DJD was intense.
"Give me a moment," Taggon said with an 'excuse me' tone to Kryse, before he kept approaching Stomrgear, and was standing right bedside her. The vehicon placed his servos behind his back,
"Back in the days of where I had just graduated from Shockwave's academy, alongside the other first generations of Vehicons, I knew a mech named Coal. He was called coal for how he enjoyed explosives, and we actually affectionately called him 'Sergeant Coal' because he eventually became my squads leader. He was a brilliant mech really. Loyal to his cause, relentless in his efforts to achieve victory, all the while carrying for his troops. However. He kept track of the lives he had killed, by tallymarking them on himself. At first, he wore these tallymarks like badges of honor, but somehow he was subconsciously guilty of what he had done, and little by little, he went absolutely insane because of all the nightmares he had. We still called him Coal though, especially after he blew himself up with his own pile of grenades one mission. I have not seen him since." Taggon paused, looking down gently at Stormgear, and then proceeded with his talk.
"What Coal did not do was he never asked for help from those around him, and he never moved on. The question in you case, is how do you move on? Stormgear, there are countless others suffering through this war, but you have to find your courage, and over come your fears. It is not something you can simply do most of the time, but if you allow your fear to keep ruling, then your situation will only become more complicated. Courage is not something that will simply brush away your memories though. You will still remember, but with courage, you will be able to endure your fear, and eventually swallow it. I have seen you perform a great deal of things Stormgear, when I was a Decepticon as well." Taggon lifted his helm just an inch, "As yourself, when have you been courageous, and why?" Taggon cocked his helm. He still had his servos behind his back. He himself had a theory where Stormgear found some of her courage, he had a very large bet she found strength in her friends.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 27, 2015 0:26:42 GMT
After listening to Taggon's story, Stormgear brought her two innocent blue optics up to look at Taggon. She fell quiet, but she managed to answer Taggon's question quietly. "I do stupid things without thinking, that's not courageous..." she said. "That's what got me in here in the first place... And the many accidents before,.."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 27, 2015 3:42:31 GMT
With the innocent blue optics peering up at him, Taggon knew that he had caught her attention, and she was listening. Stormgear held some decnt logic within her processor, and often she proved to be quite intelligent. However, she had her moments were she was still small, and she still needed some guidance so that she could be given a hand in maturing entirely. “I was not there when some of those mistakes happened Stomrgear, but I can tell you that right now, you are doubting yourself. What Vos did to you was awful, but he’s done terrible things to everyone. As a soldier though, in this war, no matter what you have to pick yourself up, and then push ahead. No one ever said that being an Autobot was easy, and you may have known that from the start. Do not doubt yourself. When a messenger trips, and falls, he gets back up. He does not give up. If he does, he cannot deliver his message, or get back to his job.” Taggon said, and then put a servo on Stormgear’s shoulder,
“I have seen you accomplish many things despite the odds. You even faced fifty foot spark eater and convinced him not to eat you. That took courage. You have it.” Taggon told Stomrgear. Taggon put his servo off her shoulder, retracting his hand gently. Taggon placed the servo behind his back along with the other, still calm in his appearance.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 27, 2015 4:22:03 GMT
Kryse listens to the others' dialogue, but doesn't interject as she does so. She was able to understand some of the subjectmatter at hand, but many of the terms they used were foreign to her, and left unpleasant gaps in the conversation.
DJD? And.... Vos? That was a city state. How did a city state torment someone...? Had someone taken the title as a personal moniker?
This Stormgear was obviously a friend of Taggon's......
Feeling invasive, Kryse slips off the berth, landing on her peds with a soft "click" and moving away. As much as she wanted to know about current matters, eavesdropping on the conversation of an obviously distressed femme didn't seem right. Kryse settles on a corner-birth at the far side of the ward, grimacing in pain as she stretches to bring her knees up under her chin, hugging her calves with her forearms, servos gripping them. Her wings fan against the back wall.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 27, 2015 13:39:18 GMT
With the innocent blue optics peering up at him, Taggon knew that he had caught her attention, and she was listening. Stormgear held some decnt logic within her processor, and often she proved to be quite intelligent. However, she had her moments were she was still small, and she still needed some guidance so that she could be given a hand in maturing entirely. “I was not there when some of those mistakes happened Stomrgear, but I can tell you that right now, you are doubting yourself. What Vos did to you was awful, but he’s done terrible things to everyone. As a soldier though, in this war, no matter what you have to pick yourself up, and then push ahead. No one ever said that being an Autobot was easy, and you may have known that from the start. Do not doubt yourself. When a messenger trips, and falls, he gets back up. He does not give up. If he does, he cannot deliver his message, or get back to his job.” Taggon said, and then put a servo on Stormgear’s shoulder, “I have seen you accomplish many things despite the odds. You even faced fifty foot spark eater and convinced him not to eat you. That took courage. You have it.” Taggon told Stomrgear. Taggon put his servo off her shoulder, retracting his hand gently. Taggon placed the servo behind his back along with the other, still calm in his appearance. Stormgear untensed her legs, which she let them slump back down to the ground. She sighed, which she brought a servo up to her neck and stroked the temp plates. "Well... Maybe you're right." She said. She looked at the exit to the medbay, then thought to herself. Gotta get out- now!
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Post by Taggon on Jan 27, 2015 13:50:30 GMT
Taggon was good at reading people, but he was at the moment completely confident that Stormgear was following his advice. He grinned behind his mask, and then nodded at her. She was making a good decision as far as he knew, "Good to hear that. I am glad I can trust you to take my words to heart. I do have confidence that you can push through." Taggon said, "Skyspray would be pleased to know you are calmed. Have a good rest." Taggon said, turning away from her after giving her another small nod. He then returned to his previous position, only to find Kryse had moved elsewhere.
He did recall she was the fidgety type, so he guessed she had moved, though when he found her again, he was slightly surprised to see that it was far off. He approached the Heliosician, and then gave a small chuckle as his visor faced her. She was clearly uncomfortable with stranger in the room.
"Kryse. I am going on an errand for the Autobots soon. If you would like, you could use the situation for venturing outside, if that is where you will feel at home." He offered. Taggon was being kind to the people around him at the moment, but he knew that the instant a fight would start, everyone would be seeing a bit of a different mech. Combat did that to you occasionally.
((Can't wait to see how things play out.))
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jan 27, 2015 18:00:03 GMT
*Wild watched all this an onlooker, clearly trying to figure out something. She shakes her head and walks over to Taggon.*
"Taggon is it?"
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Post by Taggon on Jan 28, 2015 0:57:51 GMT
Taggon found himself being spoken to by yet another femme. Hmm. Someday I need to check up and see if the Autobots have more females then males...I seem to be bumping into females a bit too often for my tastes... Taggon mused to himself, and then rotated his helm to face the yellow and brown femme. She looked vaguely like Feenixfire, she had clear blue optics, and was without a doubt meant to be air-bron. She was Wildfire, just as Skyspray had described her.
"Indeed it is. You are Wildfire correct? It is a-" Taggon cut short as he straightened up, putting two of his index fingers to his earpiece that was on his helm. he was clearly receiving a com-message, and he seemed to stiffen at what he was hearing. After about a minute, Taggon used his own com-link to address a few other soldiers over the com.
"I want three soldiers with me, we are taking a slight detour to rescue the prime. Keep unloading the energon with the other troops, the Autobots need the operation to work." Taggon said strictly in the com, and then put his servo down. He faced Wildfire again,
"Incase you did not hear, a com message was recently sent out. Your son, Watchman Prime, and others are in danger. Kryse, one of my troops will be here in a minute to take you out if that is what you like.I on the other hand, have a matter to address." Taggon called in a ground bridge, which appeared just two footsteps behind him. Taggon nodded to Wildfire, a silent invitation since he knew she could fight, and thus the vehicon rush in, leaving it open for Wildfire to join him, or anyone else bold enough to.
((Ground bridge leads to Fort Worth in Texas.))
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Post by Sinn on Jan 28, 2015 1:19:58 GMT
Kryse cocked her head at the invitation, un-bunching and opening her intake to speak. She was interrupted by the approach of the femme from before- the predacon. As soon as Taggon ceased addressing her, Kryse sat up straight, wings twitching as she once again opened her mouth.....
To be shut down as Taggon stiffened and and began to relay info to her about some dire battle that was occurring. Kryse sat bewildered as the mech jabbered for another moment, then opened a space bridge (he called them ground ridges, but that was an utterly idiotic and improper title for something that was very obviously just a miniature spacebridge), running through it.
Kryse stiffened. She was having a stupid idea.... The femme sat for perhaps half a second, considering, then, before her mind could force her to see reason, leaped off the berth, racing through the groundbridge. Despite her speed of movement, her stitches held; her body healed more rapidly than normal naturally, and the stitches and energon had helped. Thusly, the movement brought her very little pain, as her legs moved only at the joints, the healing areas flexing little as she hurled herself through the ground ridge after Taggon and the others.....
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jan 28, 2015 12:19:13 GMT
Vaqus entered the Recovery Ward, even though he felt completely rested and ready to go, the doctor had given her advice, and the dark russet brown and maroon red mech knew he did not need Chiro's scold again. So the polished mech sat down on one of the berths and gave a sigh as he rotated his helm to see where he was, and familiarize himself with his surroundings. There was a little blue and yellow femme who was nervously sitting on her berth, and there was a yellow and brown femme who was standing ext to a ground bridge. Vaqus noticed that both femmes did not have aqua-alternate mode parts on them, unlike him. So far, he was the only one around here he'd seen that was Aquatronian.
Hoepfully someone else in the base liked swimming, and he could converse with that person. Vaqus began to make small notifications of the place, like the how many berths there were, how many corners there were in the room, and how many shades of grey were in the room. It all came so easily to him, he was bored with his surroundings in about five minutes. Did he really have to stay here and rest?
Pretty much gave Chiro my word. Vaqus told himself. I'd say twenty minutes, and I'm outta here. Vaqus decided, though even that sounded like forever. Clinks shouldn't be sent out since he didn't really need any exercise at the moment. Vaqus let out a deep vent out of his mouth guard, which made a bit of a creepy hissing sound.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Jan 29, 2015 0:52:50 GMT
Vaqus woke up from the stasis he had drifted off into, and then gave a small, silent yawn. His visor flipped down, incoming him of how long he had been asleep. It had been longer then twenty minutes, so Vaqus arose from the berth, and then stretched a few times before he made his way out of the recovery ward. Time for training.
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