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Post by Rexacon on Mar 31, 2013 15:03:24 GMT -5
Protihex is one of Cybertron's many city-states and spans the Sector Six-Zero or Sector Zero-Six area. It holds one of the largest prison on cybertron, but was ravaged by war with an alien race during the golden ages. Now its just a ghost town as its located on the northern hemisphere of the planet.
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Post by concentratedrandom on Apr 5, 2013 0:11:06 GMT -5
Finally being able to see Protihex, Starport started to look of a decent place to land. After all the fighting that had just taken place, a soft landing sounded much better to him. He was completely healed after the trip, though his outside still looked a little beat up. They also found a scraplet still running around inside him as well. He had a laugh at that, though the bot whose head it jumped on didn’t. Finding out landing pad particularly, he landed slowly and started to exit Beam and the other bots he had taken with him out of him.
“You know, I been here before. Long time ago, I made some deliveries here, though never any prisoners for the jail, just packages. This is the landing pad that I always used, but that was a long time ago, haven’t needed to make a delivery here in ages. Doubt I ever will either, now that pure war has broken out, I’m probably out of a job… Well then, Beam, we’re looking to you for orders until the others show up. Now come on, this place may be a ghost town, but I still know where the strong drinks are. Just like old times for me.”
Though he told Beam she was in charge, he walked away without even listening for an order. He said he was going to get her a drink, and before she could get any sadder, he was going to get her the strongest one he could find.
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Post by Towreck on Apr 5, 2013 18:28:36 GMT -5
Pulling in through the main gate, Towreck looked for any building that had resembled a hospital of some type. Being as this used to host the largest prison before Kaon, there had to be a med bay for the injured convicts due to Police forces damaging them in a shoot-out, or even just a big prison fight or riot, as there had been many before. Passing by a large, barred off building, Towreck realized that they were near the prison. Looking around, he saw a Hospital three blocks away. "All right Jumpstart, I see the Hospital. I will drop these two off, and go explore this city, see If I can scrounge up anything." He called behind him, before pulling into the receiving bay and stopping, allowing himself to transform and set the two patients down
He waited by the two, waiting for Jumpstart to pull into the bay.
((Hope you don't mind I pulled you along a little Dark...I figured since Conran and Beam made it in, we might as well do the same...I also made a little edit to my Undergrid post, which included a time skip, so whoever feels like it, go and read))
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Laser
Gestalt Team leader
Search and Destroy
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Post by Laser on Apr 5, 2013 19:33:23 GMT -5
Protihex was hellish wonder.
The massive walls that surrounded the landed pad were line with dingy, dungeon-like cells. A grimy mist floated from the depths, mixing slightly with the dust clouds. As far as she could see, there were compounds packed with cells and old world security, with old, short circuited spotlight mechanisms towering over the grounds. The was the greatest prison she had ever seen.
Stepping out of Starport, Beam fanned away the grimy dust and looked around to get a better understanding of Protihex. This place had been dead for over a century...two centuries even. She could tell by the technology that had been used to run it. She wondered what--if anything--was still functioning...
"Huh?" Beam realized she had been so distracted by the historical value of this place that she had zoned out Starport. "Oh, I'm in charge? I'll be right behind you Starport!" She whirled around on the Autobot soldiers stretching and loitering about. Pointing to three in rapid succession, she commanded: "Foot rub, back massage, bedtime story."
The three Autobots groaned, but Beam snickered and hurried after Starport.
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Spironok awoke to see the disgusting medical bay that it was to be dumped at. It shrieked and spat. No way. Only Laser knew how to tend to it's wounds permanently. To be left here may mean never being found again. It's 4 green eyes searched rapidly for Towreck, and exploded onto him.
Touching the tip of it's forearm onto Towreck's forehead, it began to tap into his mind. The green lines ran like a grid through the surface Wreck's body, intercrossing and burning into him. All of this was temporary, but a bit painful. However it was the only way Arachnoids could speak with Cybertronians that didn't understand their tongue. Once Wreck's eyes had turned green, Spironok's voice came through his head in an urgent, echoing whisper.
"Foolish Biped!", the beast began. He quickly changed his tone, however, lest Towreck shoot a hole in him afterwards. "--I mean...dearest comrade. My wounds are not simply sewn and patched like those of your kind. I require special attention by the Guardian. Do not leave me here...I wish to see Laser immediately!"
He pulled off of Wreck and lazily awaited a response as the green grid lines vanished from the cybertronian's body....
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Post by Towreck on Apr 5, 2013 21:03:36 GMT -5
Towreck was still cringing slightly at the move Spironok had pulled, be he took it and sighed. "Well...thats the thing. I don't know where laser is...I hadn't heard from him since his last transmission that was sent, and that was before he hit the ground. So, I figured I would just set you here, and if...I mean, ONCE laser shows, I can guide him to you. But untill then, you will have to hang around here, Sorry...." Towreck said, actually unsure if Laser was still up. He figured it would take more than just what happened to take down a guardian, but it still seemed like a pretty hard fall. His only hope was that Laser was still around. Towreck then got an Idea.
"Hey! I know Beam is around here somewhere...she worked closley with Laser, Maybe we can find her and get a way to contact him..." Towreck suggested to the Arachnoid
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Post by concentratedrandom on Apr 7, 2013 12:49:35 GMT -5
Time was an interesting fiend. It never was gentle, but it could often be kind. No matter what though, it always caught up to you, you could pull some tricks, but in the end, it always made up pay a toll. Protihex had paid, and it wasn’t gentle. Dust and rust and overtaken much of the city. But Starport didn’t mind, he was the same. Walking into an old building that was worn down like the rest of them, one couldn’t even tell what this building was. In Starport eyes though, he saw the same old bar he use to come to in this town. The bartender was always nice, but his face was forgotten. Behind the counter, he pulled out two glasses that still looked like they were just cleaned. Checking the energon, Starport picked out a batch and poured it into the glasses. Walking out of the old building, he saat down in the street and held Beam’s glass out while holding his own in front of his face.
“Sorry if the glass is little big, but it’s the smallest one that was still good. Damn, look at all this; I remember when it was all still new. Guess I’m just like the rest of this town, old and rusting. Ageing has taken its my memory, but at least I still hold on to some of the far past. I can’t even remember how old I am anymore. It’s a good thing we have younger bots like you. Now drink up, before I get more serious and become the old bot I am.”
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DarkXenith
Soldier
Do NOT Frag with The Medic
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Post by DarkXenith on Apr 7, 2013 16:58:16 GMT -5
Jumpstart pulled in alongside Towreck, transforming and running a sceptical optic over the offered facility. It looked like it hadn't seen anything resembling life or use in vorns...but then in an abandoned complex of this nature that was to be expected. He'd manage, but he'd need staff. Iacon wasn't built in a solar cycle and neither could a med-centre be run by a lone medic.
Watching the interaction between the arachnoid and his compatriot with narrowed optics, he stepped into the 'altercation', addressing Spironok directly, "Pal... the circus left town a few vorns back an' I'm the last clown standin'. So, while y' might think I ain't upt' the job've fixin' you I'm afraid ya just gonna have t' suck on it. I am a fully qualified medic, not just some first grade field tech. I'm the best y' gonna get til Laser shows up....an' that's if Laser shows up at all. So deal or shut the slaggin' hell up. Theatrics ain't gonna impress anyone, least've all me."[/color]
Running a remote scan on Towreck as the mech rallied from the close contact with the arachnoid, the medic nodded. Jarring as the experience was, it hadn't caused damage above a slight power drain.
"'Wreck, if you can stick around a while, I'm gonna need hands on deck t' get this place upt' spec. Failin' that, I need staff... any techs are good, long as they know one end've wrench from the other an' don't go offline at the sight've fluids."[/color]
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Laser
Gestalt Team leader
Search and Destroy
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Post by Laser on Apr 7, 2013 17:37:54 GMT -5
Spironok's eyes squinted irritably. It didn't like Beam. Not at all. To spontaneous. To wild. But it definitely didn't want to stay here with the heap of Vibro metal. If it got hungry, Vibro may go missing. And that would mean the Autobots would have Spironok's ass on a platter.
Spironok was about to respond to Towreck when the other Biped showed up, which, from what it had collected, was named Jumpstart. It was about to step to him and explain his plea, when the bot gave a rather blunt speech.
Frankly, Spironok didn't give a damn whether or not Jumpstart was a fully licensed doctor or some bootleg joke from the hood. And it didn't appreciate the condescending tone Jumpstart was using. Spironok had been through the hellish reality of the Iacon Battle from start to finish, and took it's fair share of damage. Now this brand new person stands in its face, with not the slightest sign of recently inflicted damage, and orders it to pipe down? It was insulting, and it was one of the main reasons Spironok hated Bipeds (cybertronian race). Had it been a simple detachment of a leg or few, or a damaged eye, it would have more than happy to let the Doctor operate. But it was missing something...something it knew only Laser had. And now Jumpstart was asking Towreck to stay, which means they weren't going anywhere.
Slowly slinking away from the two, Spironok returned to his place next to Vibro. It wouldn't respond to Jumpstart's rudeness. It would simply do what ambush hunters do best. It would wait. It would show patience and tolerate what it needed to. And then one day....
Maybe it's opinion of Beam was a little biased? Maybe she was only wild whenever Spironok happened to be around or listening to her on the radio...
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"Gimme dat drank!" Beam wildly snatched the glass from Starport, but it was far too heavy, and it landed with a thud at her feet. Practically crawling into it, she took a sip.
Damn! This was some strong stuff. Beam had drank plenty in her days as a debonaire, but nothing that had been sitting for this long! What the hell was in this kind of stuff anyway? And what grade...She checked the label by discreetly scanning it at a glance. 88% energon! What the hell???
Realizing she might seem naive, Beam made it her mission to become the most casual and experienced drinking buddy in the world. She took another sip and began to chat with Starport.
"This is really good! It tastes like....energon?" Feeling stupid, she coughed and took another sip. That was a mistake, because her body was very small, and she was officially drunk now. One by one, stupid things rolled out of her mouth as her levels of euphoria rose.
"Ya know? You ARE old. And way too big! I wonder did they have to resize this bar for your bigass to fit in here!"
Drank.
"Ya know who else is old? LASER! He's like, older than time. I heard he and Primus used to play catch, ya know, before Primus decided to become a planet and all?"
Drank.
"Starport can I ask you a serious question?" She stood up, wobbling. "What do you think about my ass? Is it too big for my figure? Don't worry I won't tell anybody what you say. They'll think your a perv."
Drank.
Beam looked around confusedly, frowning at Starport. "What sha hell do you shink you're doing looking at my ass, Parstort?" She fell on her back, staring up at the sky. "I admit it, God. I have the hots for Towreck." Reaching up to the glass, she pulled it down to her mouth.
Drank.
"Dis place is soooo cold." A small cybercat appeared from out of nowhere, rubbing against Starport's foot. Beam sat up in a blink of eye, glaring daggers at the thing. "Bitch!" She was up in an instant, and in one motion, punted the screaming cat into the darkness. "Starport is MY man!" Weakening again, she slunk back to the glass. "DA AWTO BOTS GOT THEY AAAAAAASSSS whupped!" She sang.
Drank.
For a small moment, Beam snapped back to reality. Her glass was now empty, and she was sure she had made an ass of herself. Without turning to look at Starport's undoubtedly shocked face, Beam said drunkenly: "I've never done 88%. We'll never speak of this." With a weak laugh, she collapsed and slept like the dead.
Beam never knew she scanned the wrong bottle. The one Starport served was 60%.
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Post by Towreck on Apr 7, 2013 20:27:54 GMT -5
Towreck, after seeing Jumpstart pull up, was about to turn and go when he heard him start to say stuff to the Arachnoid. He immediatley gave Jumpstart a worried look at the medic when he was finished. He knew the stories about Arachnoids, and knew they didn't take kindly to that kind of tone. He was going to say something untill the Doctor asked him to stay. Towreck frowned, as he was hoping to get a look around and possibly find an armory of sorts. Even though it could have been filled with old weapons, he could have easily taken them and restored them, along with giving them more modernized tech.
"Well...I guess I can stay. The only thing is, I know nothing of a robot's body 'cept for the basics; ...Now if you were to give me something like an orbital canon and tell me to find the problem and fix it in one Astrocycle, I could have that done, and possibly a little tune up for its weapons. I mean, don't get me wrong...but I read explosives and guns Doc, not Cybertronian Anatomy." Towreck explained, before giving a brief sigh. "...But I guess a little help wouldn't hurt..." He mumbled.
((*Astrocycle- 1 Cybertronian Day))
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Post by concentratedrandom on Apr 7, 2013 23:56:44 GMT -5
Watching the two soldiers massaging Beam while she was passed out and the third telling a story of a lost little scraplet made Starport chuckle. Poor girl, out in just one glass, but for the better. With her losses, he wanted to make sure she was too drunk to cry. Raising his glass to his mouth, he noticed one of those blasted cats had fallen in and was swimming around as if it was trying to form a whirlpool. Those little beast seemed to really like him despite Beam’s warning to stay away. He had three at his head, two by his feet, and one in his drink now. Maybe he’d better stop, this was his fifth one anyway. Shame, he thought, didn’t even break out the 91%, aged to perfection. He knew what he was bring along when they were leaving though, not letting that drink go. With his communications finally up again, Starport decided to see if anyone was out there.
“With this batch of energon gone, we cannot become sober anytime soon. But fate has yielded its reward: another batch... 91%. We are out here with some cybercats, sitting in the street... but watching over them from Beam... waiting... protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for compassion, and though we are cities apart, like us, they seem to like drinks too. I am Starport, and I send this message to any surviving bot who are wanting a drink: We are here... we are waiting.”
Looking back down at the rest of the bots, some of which were also drinking, Starport saw one bot clumsily walking over to him.
“Sho, wha DO ya tink?”
“Of what?”
“Her ass! Duh!”
Starport then placed his nearly full glass on top of the standing Autobot, leave him to struggle under its weight, place his hand over his face, and leaned back, just waiting for the hangover.
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