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Post by Taggon on Mar 29, 2015 14:54:36 GMT
Autobot Ship Deck: The Autobot ship storage area is where, well, ships for the Autobots are stored. Though damaged, and perhaps lacking the ability to open the hanger, the Autobot Arc still holds a great deal of smaller fighter ships, or 'scrapped pieces of metal with wings', as some mechanics and pilots would put it. The run way is still usable, meaning that ground bridging out after gaining momentum is possible if your vessel requires such. --- The frigate The Rest Assured skidded out of an opened ground bridge, though it had it's breaks activated, the momentum it had been experiencing before hand was caring it still. The run way was still in tact, so the pilot, non other than Taggon, struggled to steer his skidding and breaking ship for a place to park, if possible. However, the ship was meant for flying, and could be controlled in flight, but as for skidding on the ground, causing there to be dark marks in the ground was something that no jet was capable of controlling, unless the said vessel was a flying car. The Rest Assured jolted upon crashing into one broken down ship, then another, and another, until at last, the mess was stopped by the wall. The thrusters had been turned off, but they had still been carried a long ways. At least the ships they had smashed into hadn't been using energon. The ground bridge closed behind the Autobot ship, the side doors and the pilot's seat began to open. It only began to though, before it was quite clear it was jammed. Not in the mood for such bad conditions, Taggon gave a powerful and well placed punch to the wind shield, causing the glass to shatter, and granting him entry to the outside. Upon hitting the ground, Taggon looked around. "Well, Afterburner...I do hope you find your clan member. Welcome to the Autobot head quarters. The signal blockers and the recently installed tech should be preventing the cons from tracking us here." Taggon said, turning around to his passengers. He took a small bow to them, "My name is Taggon, I am an Autobot vehicon as you may have recently learned. My mission was to get just Astrinal out..." Taggon trailed off, gesturing to the limp bod of his commander, "However, upon seeing the likes of you two I believed it my new objectives to retrieve you two. The plans we all just heard the Decepticon called Backbeat might not come in handy...I doubt he will use them, though if he does, we will know what to do from there." Taggon shrugged, moving over to pick Astrinla's body up, and heave it over his shoulder. He winced at the damage behind his helmet. This is not going to be able to come out of my allowance. He turned his helm back to the bots, waiting for their replies. ((Okay, now you all are free to go. Had to get you guys here since you've had the misfortune of being stuck in the Nemesis for about an eternity.))
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Mar 29, 2015 15:10:37 GMT
Thank you, ever so much Taggon.
*Afterburner says, checking her scanners. Picking up her clan member's signal in Chicago. She transforms into her falcon mode and squawks in thanks as she flies over there.*
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Post by Light Striker on Mar 29, 2015 16:03:58 GMT
"Thanks for the save, I'll be sure to return the favor someday. First, I'm going to the medbay.
Light Striker begins to make his way to medbay.
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Post by Taggon on Mar 30, 2015 14:40:48 GMT
Taggon just nodded at the two. They were both welcome, and he watched as both of them rushed off on their own separate paths. The vehicon heaved a tired sigh before glancing at Astrinal's body, which was heaved over his shoulder. Perhaps not the best way to carry his commander, but because he believed that he would need a free servo, Taggon just kept the smaller femme on his shoulder. He began to exit the deck, his thoughts on Astrinal exclusively for the moment. He sent out a brief com-link to Stomrgear, before heading to the Isolation ward. It was time that he left this mess...he would clean it up later.
Meanwhile, he could bet his throwing knives that the Decepticons would hunt him down even harder upon hearing that he was the cause of some of their recent plight. At the moment however, Taggon could not care less.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 19, 2016 10:54:07 GMT
The enterance to the deck opened up as Sparkflare entered. It wasn't easy getting here with every single Autobot looking in your immediate direction as you walked past them. Thankfully he hadn't been assaulted, yet. He a shuttle, preferably with Quantum Engines if such a thing exists. As long as he can warp far enough to get out of oribit if not this solar system. Sparkflare walked up to the terminal and checked if there was anything that matched his liking. The one marked as "Ratchet's shuttle" was the closest there was. So he picked it. Sparkflare walked into the shuttle to see what he would be living in for what may possibly be the rest of his life. The mech walked to cockpit area of the shuttle and sat in the pilot seat. While sitting there he began to slowly calibrate the co ordinates of the groundbridge to gets as close to orbit as possible. The reason beind Sparkflare's slowness was simple, last goodbyes and the norm. Since Nitros wasn't around, this made Sparkflare feel guilty. Nitros wasn't in the most appropriate posistion to walking about and there wasn't really anyone else to say goodbye to. After plotting the co ordinates, the mech flew along the runway and entered the groundbridge. After entering the groundbridge to orbit, the portal closed. Earth's Orbit, Over AustraliaThe green swirling portal of a groundbridge opened up with an Autobot shuttle exiting it. The portal closed right after. In side the shuttle's cockpit was Sparkflare, plotting another set of co ordinates for light-speed. Where it lead no one knows execpt the GPS. Once the co ordinates were set, Sparkflare pulled down the lever, sending the shuttle and himself to the desired co ordinates as the front of the craft stretched to a vanishing point and the back pinged forward in a firey explosion which was possibly visible from those down on the surface of Earth Sparkflare was gone. Sparkflare will return in 2017
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 29, 2016 18:15:09 GMT
The Prime strode into the hangar, his pace slightly faster than usual. He had just killed Tesarus, which meant that he had ended two out of five DJD members. Decepticons that he considered as his family. Another bot maybe woukd feel bad for what they did. Not Sky, he felt happy, like if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. One less con to worry about in this world. His optics laid their gaze on three dropships, each one of them fuctioning. They weren't heavily armed, but they were armored and that was all he needed right now. He turned around and let his optics rest on all f the bots present.
Okay. We are going to assist fellow autobots stuck in a pretty bad position. We're going in, giving them covering fire and get them out safely. Autobots stick together. Now load up, we're leaving!
There was a roar from the gathered troopers as they began to load up in the dropships, each one containing 10 AM units and a heavy unit in the back. Sky climbed on top of a dropship and began to shift into his turret mode. It served two purposes, one was to provide gun support to the otherwise almost unarmed dropship and the second one was to actually stick to the ship so he wouldn't fall off. The roars of the multiple engines filled the room as the three ships blasted out, heading straight for Brisbane.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 29, 2016 18:24:52 GMT
Rangefinder came into the hangar soon after and stood near the Prime. As he listened to Skyspray, he gave a smirk.
This is gonna be fun.
He lowered the goggles on his head over his eyes, laughing a little and pointing to six more AM units.
You six! Get in!
He then transformed into his vehicle form and the six AM units piled in. Next he flew over a spider tank and carried it out using his tethers. He jetted off and flew next to Skyspray, keeping up pretty well, even with all the weight he was carrying.
So, does this extra stuff seem like enough support to help out?
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 6, 2016 10:07:31 GMT
The dropship returning from Brisbane entered the hangar, landing and allowing the passengers to exit.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Aug 6, 2016 13:56:53 GMT
Vating climbs out of the dropship first, holding his tire in his now limp arm and supporting that arm with his other arm and starts making his way to the medbay, for obvious reasons.
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Post by Taggon on Aug 9, 2016 0:53:12 GMT
Taggon strode out of the dropship. Leaving Skyspray was something he didn't like, especially if Skyspray was facing the DJD. However, he had his orders. The vehicon glanced towards the rookie Autobot heading for the medical facility. Taggon sighed, as he shook his helm. It had been a long day for everybody. He checked his subspace for some energon rations, and found he was on his last two needles. Injecting the energon into his systems caused new energy to flow through his body. There was a soft knock coming from his back plating.
"Can I get out now?" it was the human girl.
Taggon's subspace unfolded as he reached for her, gripping her gently as he lowered her to the floor. The silent 'yes' was never spoken, though Taggon wasn't afraid to speak of other matters. "I am glad I was able to prevent you from dying human. However--these days, it is frowned upon for your kind to walk in this base." Taggon gestured to the walls. The girl glanced to the ground, as she bit her lip slightly. She was hiding something, though she was reluctantly agreeing.
"I guess it was fun riding with you while it lasted. Um...could you portal me to Washington DC?" she asked. Taggon furrowed his brow behind his mask. The place was in ruins. It was a shameful reminder of how the Autobots had failed to protect humans...and it was also the last place he'd heard Astrinal dealing with. A part of him wanted to start investigating where Astrinal went. She'd been radio silent for too long. Something had happened. Taggon nonetheless summoned a ground bridge for the human, leading to her desired location. There was a wave goodbye, a flash of green, and she was gone; the portal closed. Taggon didn't know what this human was up to or why she wanted to go where she did. Still. He had other duties. He glanced to the hanger. He didn't know if Skyspray was coming soon, but he placed a bet the mech had a plan. Taggon walked slowly to the exit of the room, com-messaging the other Autobot:
::Skyspray sir. I am going to be heading for the command central. Are there any projects I might handle for you?:: Taggon felt the message was a little strange or unnatural with his wording, however, he may as well try to establish a good friendship with the mech again. They were on the same faction after all.
Hence, Taggon exited the deck.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Aug 9, 2016 22:04:09 GMT
Rangefinder flew into the hangar, only slowing down a little as he entered. Once he reached the hangar entrance, he transformed to robot mode and skidded to a halt, stopping just a few feet further.
That was fun, can we do it again sometime Primo?
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 10, 2016 13:02:02 GMT
As Rangefinder entered the autobot base, Sky let go and transformed mid-air. With a roll, not graceful in any way, he managed to land and stand up, dusting himself off. His spiked heels did help him slow down when needed and this was one of those moments. He grunted as the speed just stopped and his upper body was jolted a small bit forwards. Glancing over at the mech who helped him fly, Sky shook his helm.
Let's not do that again. I don't particulary enjoy going that fast. Go see what is happening around here, soldier. You are free to go.
Sky nodded at him as he himself began walking away, back towards his quarters. He had a meeting to host and hoped that the people who would attend was there. Just to make sure, he sent a comm to some of the ones he knew wouldn't arrive quickly, judging from previous experiences.
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Post by Taggon on Sept 22, 2016 6:45:47 GMT
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Protectobots from the Ramshell caverns had arrived at the site, the heavylifter-classed mechs had pulled the engines into repair sections of the shipyard, and a steady stream of protectobots came with salvaged parts from the Ramshell. They all filed the pieces into small stations, where the pieces would be organized and inspected to judge their maximum potential for use. So far, it looked like Project Regenisis had a long ways to go before it was complete.
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An hour later, a line of protectobots coming from a separate portal entered the ship deck, each carrying, pulling, or carting their own amount of precious goods for the Regencies plan. Taggon joined them out of the ground bridge. From a birds eye view, several portals that remained open continually bore strands of protectobots hauling items themselves or with large machines designed for carrying metal pieces that weighed more than 50,000 tons. The scavenging was coming along smoothly.
The Head of Strategy exhaled slightly as he patrolled through his men, organizing what parts would be analyzed first, where it would go afterward and establishing a few co-managers for the operation to continually keep things moving along. The vehicon soon had his miniature goal completed, before he stood back to watch his instructions be carried out. Things were going to be taking a while, but at least they had all started now. A report reached the vehicon's ear that about half of the salvageable items had been taken from the Ramshell. it was good news indeed. The war-machine then continued to wait, deciding that before he took a small break or check up on the other members of high command, that he might ensure that everything stayed in order~
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Post by RedOptics on Nov 13, 2016 20:36:08 GMT
Striding hurriedly down the hall, and sporting a new alternative mode, Diamond headed straight for the ship hold, bringing along with her a large group of protectobots. "There's no damn way he's having fun without me. Think you can hold a bird in a cage? Well think again." She growled, her six wings flaring up like a peacock's feathers before settling down again. Her optics held the residual and Decepticonian lust for spilling energon, but her mind passed it off as sheer boredom.
"Now I may not be the Prime, but I am obligated to give orders as the only authoritative figure in the room. We are going to join the forces out on the field, the ones who have taken down the Nemesis. They may need our help, and we are going to do just that. Now load up!" She ordered, fangs bared. The femme crossed her arms, watching over the bots as they prepared three drop ships, on of the them carrying multiple explosives. Her poor spark pumped with adrenaline already, making her lurch as the protective mechanisms inside began to fail due to her new form. Hesitating before standing straight again, she gained her composure before transforming into the air launching from the bay, the ships following after her. I'm coming.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 11:27:14 GMT
The doors to the deck opened up as Skidmark entered. The mech walked slowly walked up to a shuttle, capable of space travel, and entered it. Once inside the mech made his way to the controls and sat on the pilot seat as he booted up the shuttle. Once ready, Skidmark put in the co ordinates to space (or the atmosphere of Earth) into the runway geound bridge, opened up the bridge itself and flew into it as it closed soon after. And just like that Skidmark was gone.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jan 13, 2017 1:35:10 GMT
Rangefinder jetted into the hangar, transforming at Mach one speed, dropping Bolts in the process to slide for herself. He skidded along the ground until he stopped just at the back wall. Hopefully bolts was prepared for his speedy entrance, or at least had enough reaction time to compensate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 4:49:37 GMT
Scatterbolt tumbled to the ground, rolling several times and flailing in an attempt to stop. Eventually the inertia died down and she found herself face down on the landing. She rolled onto her back, here she paused for a moment, still in shock. Though her nervous panting she manages to speak:
"Do...do you always land like that?"
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jan 13, 2017 12:34:47 GMT
Rangefinder laughed a little as he extended an arm to help Bolts up.
"You'll get used to it. Do it whenever I can."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 14:17:54 GMT
She accepted his help, though rather indignantly. Once back on her treds she wobbled a bit,still trying to adjust to not being in constant motion. Once stable, she examined herself. Thankfully yes, all of her limbs were still in tact.
"This is the base then?"
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jan 14, 2017 7:22:25 GMT
Rangefinder nodded and spun around, holding his arms out as if this was the entire base.
"Behold the base! We have the rest of it past that door!"
He then pointed at a door built into the wall.
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