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Post by Burnout Lockheart on Jan 8, 2016 16:24:46 GMT
Burnout joined the others at the groundbridge.
Come on guys, lets go back. I just want to see my room again. Its been too long since I've seen the academy, always thought I'd be happy to get away from it all.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jan 8, 2016 17:14:39 GMT
I'll be glad if I never step foot in this place again... its stained with dishonor and betrayal.
*Supernova flew through the bridge.*
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Post by Burnout Lockheart on Jan 8, 2016 18:13:16 GMT
I have a feeling we will, there was a reason why Katarina came here.
Burnout flew after her, looking back to Systemcheck.
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Post by Systemcheck the AI on Jan 8, 2016 21:20:10 GMT
*System looks at Katrina and waves bye, mouthing the word. Sorry. He then takes off and flies through the bridge.*
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 8, 2016 21:26:53 GMT
*Katrina sat on the Roller Coaster as she watched the youngsters head off. Now she was in trouble, she had no feet and was bleeding badly, she saw the Decepticons and waved on them.*
"Excuse me lads! A bounty hunter needs some help here!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 22:30:39 GMT
The driller notices the voices are going away, but the last time he came to the surface, he help the smell of another mechs, maybe not so tasty like the predacons, but at least they could mean a source of food. The ground shakes a little to get a tentacle on the surface, and smell everything around him. Yeah, two mechs, but with an artificial small, and the predacon it attacked in first time.
Driller would move underground to prepare another attack. To who? nobody knows.
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Post by Vos on Jan 11, 2016 15:02:23 GMT
Cut-Up had indeed full on rushed to the worm site, but to the hunter's chagrin, the worm had burrowed down deep once more, leaving behind it a massive hole in the ground. Cut-Up would be inspecting the hole like a scene of crime as Slapfoot neared him. Cut-Up simply listened for the grinding down deep in the hole, waiting for it to stop, concentrating with his audios. He could hear it burrowing--burrowing--and then it stopped. The vehicon grinned, knowing that it was approximately 40 meters underground, no doubt nestling down for the time being.
'Well?'
Slapfoot's comment made Cut-Up give a slight frown. The mech was standing thirty feet tall, and a few paces away from the hole, but the chances of his voice being echoed across in the miniature chasm had been high enough to make Cut-Up uncomfortable. He didn't want his prey to see him coming just yet. This worm was--Focus. Cut-Up gave the mental note to himself. True, a Cyberworm was a fascinating creature. Last Cut-Up had checked, the Cyberworms had gone extinct. Save for a few dormant eggs he kept back in his old home. It was tempting to pursue. The worms esophagus slime-acids were something that could be used in some medicines to cure rusting poisons, though the drinker would have a slight lisp for a week.
Cut-Up sighed, before turning to speak with the Autobots in the area--only to find them warp off before he could say a word. Cut-Up was quite tempted to cuss about how stupid this was. Warping around like fools just to talk to some Autobots. No wonder the Decepticons got angry with these guys. They never stopped and thought about anything. Cut-Up brushed aside all angry thoughts when he heard a femme call out to him and his brother;
"Excuse me lads! A bounty hunter needs some help here!"
Cut-Up saw the source of the voice: A slim horned femme with dark grey plating and crimson optics. She looked as if she'd had a rough day. Cut-Up knew very, very little about medical treatment--save the load of information he knew about precious parts. And as he looked at her--she was a predicon. Well. Using her organs to help her probably wouldn't give her anything to be happy about. Then the worm would cause the ground to tremble, and a small tentacle came out to gaze upon the scenario. Cut-Up decided that if he was going to make this work, the femme would have to be moved to safety. Hurrah for hero work. Though he was saving a bounty hunter---Whatever. He'd play along.
"Follow my lead." Cut-Up muttered to Slapfoot, before rushing to Katrina Lockheart , immediately, the vehicon would kneel down by Katrina, "Alrighty, Miss, but I'm going to warn you, things have a nasty habit of getting complicated when you fly with me."
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 11, 2016 20:12:28 GMT
"I don't care! Just help!"
*Katrina would offer her hand to the vehicon. Close up, she looked more like some beautiful demon or angel of death, not Cybertronian in anyway or even remotely like her famous sister.*
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Post by Punch-Line on Jan 12, 2016 1:08:37 GMT
A GB would open nearby to the two, the mech who walked through was rather unimpressive physically, but had a smile on his faceplate and a look like he had a plan.
Punch-Line would look up briefly as he walked through the closing bridge before looking down at a holo-map.
Let's see Cybertronian life form right...here.
Punch looks up.
Ah, there you are.
Punch would look around a bit.
Yeesh what a dump.
It was clear the mech had more on his mind than just small talk, and any mech who was in the 'cons in the last year would know this was the supposed to be deceased rebel of the Decepticons.
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Post by Slapfoot on Jan 12, 2016 3:31:59 GMT
Slapfoot looked over his shoulder. Another partygoer. Slapfoot looked to his brother and nodded, walking away. Anyone in the 409th would say that Slapfoot was on the bottom of the diplomat list. Even the maddened, dead Chaff's still warm corpse would do better than the towering mech. Slapfoot spun on his hooked heels, and stood in front of Punch Line. He took a thumb and jabbed it towards the air, and jabbed the other towards the ground. Friendly, or dead mech walking.
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Post by Vos on Jan 12, 2016 14:17:45 GMT
Cut-Up gazed down at the femme. She was one of those femmes who had good looks and had, by the looks of it, given her chassis the proper plating to make her chassis quite distinct in the sense it was extremely clear she was female. Either that was the trend now-a-days, or that was gesturing at the femme's character. The vehicon, compared to her, looked like he'd been through death, though his face was indistinct, as well as most of his features--since his mask covered most of his face. All but one yellow optic was obscured on his face. His own ear-horns which were usually slicked back like a sharp and thin bade were broken and bent out of shape. His own chassis looked as if someone had tried to rip him apart. His protoform was completely in tact, and very visible.
It was decked with scars of all sizes though--the mech had been having a rough day. Cut-Up gave a huff, examining her bleeding area. He would gently place her servo down, before pulling out an axe--one with a super-heated tip.
"Don't worry. I am not going to slice you through. Just going to seal your wound. I am no doctor, but I know a thing or two." Cut-Up assured her, letting the rim of the blade ring to a light orange. Cut-Up would then pull out from his back a piece of metal that would cover the bleeding part. Holding Katrina firmly to the ground--so she wouldn't struggle, and since he was a rookie at being gentle, Cut-Up would use the pieces of metal to make a rudimentary metal bandage over her bleeding wound. After the short operation was done, the sound of a ground bridge could be heard.
None other than that maniac he met earlier in Australia came through. Well how about that. It was then Cut-Up raised Katrina Upward to her feet, letting his own strength support her body so she would be able to stand. Am I seriously being kind to a predicon? Cut-Up would glance at Katrina oddly, as if he expected her to bite his throat out(yet it was a normal thing). Cut-Up reckoned he'd just help the femme out, and see if she could scratch his back in some ways as well.
"Alright. So." Cut-Up began awkwardly, not completely sure if a combat would begin or not. He would quietly back the femme away from the place he suspected the worm would unravel out of. he wasn't interested in being swallowed by it either. "Hey there. Might want to back away. There's a cyberworm crawl gin around here. In the meantime, mind telling me where I could find a medical bay? I could use a repair, and so could this predicon scu---I mean, predicon femme."
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jan 12, 2016 14:35:11 GMT
Punch looked around with a fake nervousness before moving towards the other two.
I actually know a place. It's sort of run by Decepticons at the moment if that's a deal breaker...although I wouldn't worry about that too much. They let me in and me and the Decepticons aren't exactly sympatico at the moment.
Plus I'm actually a fully trained medic. I actually came here because those Decepticons I was talking about were actually wanting to talk to you in a friendly manner.
Punch-Line said pointing to Cut-up.
So I can radio for a bridge to their base and we can get you two patched up in no time.
Punch then looks at the other Decepticon and asks
You want to come too, I'm sure they will want to talk to you too.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 16:24:27 GMT
After a moment of peace, the driller would wait, choosing the next of his victims. The chosen on. Cut-up. The driller didn't cared if that where tasty or not, He needs to eat so badly and he wont care about the screams this times. Now he only lead himself by the vibrations made by every step made by every cybertronian. The ground shake before to see those drilling blades breaking the ground and possibly arming any of the Cut-up's limb (leg or arm, you choose. I'd say the head, but nah...). To the ones who haven payed attention, the could see a decepticon tattoo, almost like a serie of scars drawn on it's torso. it mean that driller has a master already, and it belongs to the decepticons.
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 14, 2016 6:49:56 GMT
*If Katrina had been more familiar with Earth, she would have said about the classic saying of, don't bite the hand that feeds you. This is true because these Decepticons might be potential customers or their boss might be, since her contact had went down the toilet or at least, transferred on to her sister in charge.
She lets the mech lie her down and patch her feet up, when asked to stand, she does do but wobbles badly on stubs, she would need to design some kind of kind of foot when she got the time.*
"I maybe a predacon by blood and looks, but I have no connection to that species in sympathy or feeling. And that's fine, Decepticons, Autobots, doesn't matter to me... well the latter now does."
*She saw the driller and saw the Decepticons marks on it and yells at it.*
"Stop it! Bad Driller! Come here now!"
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Post by Vos on Jan 15, 2016 13:10:32 GMT
Cut-Up raised an optic ridge at the Punch Line. Others wanted him? Different Decepticons had seen him, and they wanted to meet him? It sounded too good to be true, even after of being on the reject list only a month. Then Cut-Up recalled that some Decepticons had been watching in the communications center as he ravaged the occupants, and slandered Backbeat and gave the warlord a run for his money. Good memories. Cut-Up couldn't help but imagine if the outcome were him being victorious: he would cash the Nemesis into Mars, and then within the Chaos, he'd slice through every last member of High command, then announce his rights of electing new Decepticon leaders because of his display of strength. It was how the Decepticons worked. And if they wouldn't listen to them, he'd teach them to. Or he'd just force a scientist to send him home on a pod.
Cut-Up normally would've chuckled or grinned at these images, but they did;'t make him any happier. He just found himself--mildly unamused. He didn't know why.
"I'll come with then. If this is trick though, crazy mech, then I hope for your sake you're good at praying to Primus." Cut-Up stated. An idle threat. The mech would brush it off, but if he was lying, Cut-Up would be sure that he'd regret it. Cut-Up continued to support Katrina with one arm, before he felt a rumble in the ground. Oh...boy....Cut-Up furrowed his brows. The worm was on its way.
Then it burst forth from the gravel, it's appendages slicing for Cut-Up as it revealed more and more of its ugly hide as well as appendages. They would dart for him--But as his other arm shoved Katrina out of the way--no point in getting her more hurt than she was--his other arm reached for a great axe in his subspace. This axe's blade rim was still a dull orange from it's previous use, and now it was coming back into play, the insanely sharp blade would flash in an arch as Cut-Up's arm came down, cleaving in a mighty swipe for the appendage coming toward him to be reduced to a stub. Cut-Up's reflexes hadn't slowed one bit, and thanks to some fresh energon helpings not long ago, the warrior was revived enough for another full on fight. The likely hood of the heavy axe blade to cut clean through the appendage shooting for him was great--these axes could cut through raw steel like paper. Added with its super heated effect, and Cut-Up's own strength, the worm would quite possibly lose that part of itself.
Cut-Up would be sure to give a slight leap to the side, so the rest of the beast would not shred what remained of his leg armor to pieces. The mech had his own small lust for battle, thanks to his programming--programming which could stand to be removed, for someone with Cut-Up's condition. As he moved, he let out a powerful battle-cry, one that held enthusiasm and ferocity.
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Post by Punch-Line on Jan 15, 2016 15:45:11 GMT
Cut-Up raised an optic ridge at the Punch Line. Others wanted him? Different Decepticons had seen him, and they wanted to meet him? It sounded too good to be true, even after of being on the reject list only a month. Then Cut-Up recalled that some Decepticons had been watching in the communications center as he ravaged the occupants, and slandered Backbeat and gave the warlord a run for his money. Good memories. Cut-Up couldn't help but imagine if the outcome were him being victorious: he would cash the Nemesis into Mars, and then within the Chaos, he'd slice through every last member of High command, then announce his rights of electing new Decepticon leaders because of his display of strength. It was how the Decepticons worked. And if they wouldn't listen to them, he'd teach them to. Or he'd just force a scientist to send him home on a pod.
Cut-Up normally would've chuckled or grinned at these images, but they did;'t make him any happier. He just found himself--mildly unamused. He didn't know why.
"I'll come with then. If this is trick though, crazy mech, then I hope for your sake you're good at praying to Primus." Cut-Up stated. An idle threat. The mech would brush it off, but if he was lying, Cut-Up would be sure that he'd regret it. Cut-Up continued to support Katrina with one arm, before he felt a rumble in the ground. Oh...boy....Cut-Up furrowed his brows. The worm was on its way.
Then it burst forth from the gravel, it's appendages slicing for Cut-Up as it revealed more and more of its ugly hide as well as appendages. They would dart for him--But as his other arm shoved Katrina out of the way--no point in getting her more hurt than she was--his other arm reached for a great axe in his subspace. This axe's blade rim was still a dull orange from it's previous use, and now it was coming back into play, the insanely sharp blade would flash in an arch as Cut-Up's arm came down, cleaving in a mighty swipe for the appendage coming toward him to be reduced to a stub. Cut-Up's reflexes hadn't slowed one bit, and thanks to some fresh energon helpings not long ago, the warrior was revived enough for another full on fight. The likely hood of the heavy axe blade to cut clean through the appendage shooting for him was great--these axes could cut through raw steel like paper. Added with its super heated effect, and Cut-Up's own strength, the worm would quite possibly lose that part of itself.
Cut-Up would be sure to give a slight leap to the side, so the rest of the beast would not shred what remained of his leg armor to pieces. The mech had his own small lust for battle, thanks to his programming--programming which could stand to be removed, for someone with Cut-Up's condition. As he moved, he let out a powerful battle-cry, one that held enthusiasm and ferocity. Punch Line would hear the sound of the driller and jumps out of the way. As he got to the ground he would common for a bridge, which would open near the Predacon. Okay fun times, now you and Predacon get through!Punch said as he got up, taking out his acid gun. He would fire a powerful spray at the driller where it wouldn't endanger Cut-up. As he did this Punch moved toward the bridge, continuing to spray the potent acid at the driller. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 16:12:25 GMT
The infant driller would ignore Katrina since she isn't her master. The cyberworm would follow the rules one the ones who feed it, and obviously, the orders of Shockwave. Its unger increases every moment. This could be his last chance to eat something until the next years. It's attack was frustrated when Punchline started to spry acid on it. Some metal plates are corroded, making him to come back into the safety of the ground. But the worm wont stay without get a slice of meal. Once he's surrounded by mud and dirt, Driller felt the steps of Punch. FOllowing those vibrations, the cybertronian burrowed towards the mech and emerges to destroy a leg of him.
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Post by Katrina Lockheart on Jan 15, 2016 21:33:34 GMT
*Katrina fell face first in front of the groundbridge and groans, making no movement so not to anger the driller.*
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Post by Slapfoot on Jan 16, 2016 5:08:16 GMT
Slapfoot may not have a battle cry, but he had something equally intimidating. He held his hands out, and cracked his knuckles. As soon as the worm burst from the ground, Slapfoot charged, and leapt, aiming to tackle the beast. Of course, tackling something of that size wasn't easy, but Slapfoot was unbridled in tenacity. And pretty high up there strength-wise. He'd fought many things, big, small, average. Each fell. What made him so different? Nothing. With a hunter, a skyscraper, a mercenary, and a psychopath, this worm would go sixteen feet under.
( I had to make the pun.))
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Post by Vos on Jan 17, 2016 13:17:05 GMT
((Assuming I got the worm's appendage sliced through. If not, I am more than willing to edit.))
Cut-Up's feet planted into the ground, causing him to skid in the ground, a few sparks flying from his feet as he made his way across the broken pavement. The hunter had used his secondary servo to grab out and catch the appendage which he had sliced through, and the hunter could not help but grin; he had acquired another predicon trophy, the second this week. He was doing good. The appendage would still squirm in his firm grip, which made him give it a squeeze, before he stashed it away in his subspace. He'd examine it later. Meanwhile, Cut-Up's axe-servo would get ready to throw the weapon, before Punch-Line spoke. Clearly the mech wanted Cut-Up to go.
The vehicon gave the other mech a weary look with his single visible optic. He opened his mouth to say something careless back. He had Slapfoot with him. He could take on an armies worth of these little suckers. And yet--the clank of the femme heading for the ground bridge was audible. She didn't move much after words, and that reminded Cut-Up of how her wounds needed to be dressed. Femmes. They're so delicate you'd think they'd be made of glass. Cut-Up didn't know she was holding still, but to him, she seemed a bit unenergized. probably needed a recharge. A small reminder was stimulated through Cut-Up's processor of how femmes were definitely not originally designed for warfare, thanks to his small ego when it came to combat. As Cut-Up ran for the ground bridge, he would not throw his axe--he would need to cling onto what he had for the moment. But he would not subspace it away.
Quickly maneuvering in a slight semi-circle past the worm, Cut-Up arrived at Katrina's location. Taking her up by the arm, he would give her a shove for the bridge, in order to get her through. If she struggled, he would still attempt to put her through--though either way, he would realize that shoving her through was perhaps not the best way to treat an injured person. Maybe she'd hit him in the face or something later, or try to break one of his bones for that, but he'd cross that bridge when it came.
"Crazy guy's right Slapfoot. First things first. We can track this thing down later."
Cut-Up would tell the vehicon. he would wait for a moment, before entering the bridge.
((You post where they landed first Punchline. Assuming Katrina doesn't wriggle out of Cut-Up's shove and decides to stay.))
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