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Post by Sapphirewave on Jul 4, 2012 16:54:49 GMT -5
Ironfall: The sky
Empire looked out of his transport ship at the land below him as he sent a transmission to fear. “I’m at Ironfall, tell me where to have the ship land and meet me there.” Empire the ended the transmission and waited. He didn’t trust Fear, but he was willing the take the risk for the sake of power.
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Post by fear on Jul 4, 2012 22:54:22 GMT -5
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Post by Sapphirewave on Jul 5, 2012 7:37:47 GMT -5
Ironfall: The sky
Empire looked out of the transport sip to see Fear waiting outside a warehouse. The ship landed only long enough to let Empire off and then flew away. He took a quick look around and said, “I don’t see anyone else around, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t. Excuse me for being cautious, but it is better no one knows I am here since it could hurt my public image.”
Empire’s image was the 3rd most important thing to him since it impacted his ability to expand his business. Although his image could be easy fixed, Empire planned to make it a lot harder to fix Fear if he tried anything. Empire smiled and asked, “So what kind of deal do you have in mind?”
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Post by fear on Jul 5, 2012 16:28:22 GMT -5
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Post by Sapphirewave on Jul 5, 2012 17:59:35 GMT -5
Ironfall: abandoned warehouse
Empire was silent for a moment and then began to chuckle. “You really think that I would willingly risk my life? We both know my life is far from at risk, or at least I know it. There is no point in trying to intimidate me, so don’t bother.”
Empire walked past Fear and looked at the warehouse. “If I was to help you, we would have to move our base of operations. Inside Echcon tower is a team of scientist that do whatever I say. If your design was made there, it would be better protected.”
Empire then turned around to face Fear. “I just have one question. What you do plan to do with this thing? You obviously wish to change something in time and if you do, how do I know I will to be affected too? Few bots understand time travel and some believe that it is better left alone. However, your offer is too good to pass up regardless of what you have planned. The way I see it is that if I say no, you’ll just find someone else and have them help you.”
Empire then held out his hand and said. “So when do we start?”
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Post by fear on Jul 5, 2012 19:00:13 GMT -5
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Post by Sapphirewave on Jul 5, 2012 21:16:37 GMT -5
Ironfall: abandoned warehouse
Empire smiled and said. “Like I said, I would never willingly put my life at risk.” He then pointed into the sky.
Above both Empire and fear a ship appeared out of nowhere. The transport ship was much larger than the one that Empire had arrived in and had a large cannon pointed at Fear. The entire time, the ship had been cloaked and waiting for Empire’s orders.
As the ship landed, Empire said, “Naturally, you will have to keep a low profile, but how you do that is completely up to you.” He then entered the ship along with Fear to return to Iacon.
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Laser
Gestalt Team leader
Search and Destroy
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Post by Laser on Aug 27, 2012 19:43:57 GMT -5
"Damn it's hot out here!."
Fynn walked out of arena walls in a huff, seeking shelter from the glaring sun. It truly was hot, and dusty. Even though the arena was closed for the day, he could still hear the roars and cheers of a thousand pointless battles ringing through his audio receivers. He hated Ironfall. He hated the Ring of Trials. But he did love the money; as he was one of it's owners. But managing an arena where 6 ton bots come to fight costs credits to run, so he had to make a deal....
"I can't believe Aura wants to go back on the truck deal, man." He punched the wall in disgust. "We've got 3 weeks of repairs to do in 2 days. There's no way in hell--"
"Look, maybe we can just shut it down for a few weeks. The war--"
"--The war doesn't concern us Jutt." Fynn and his companion walked into the massive Ironfall garage. "If the Decepticons and Autobots use war to make their money, then I'll stay out their way. I, for one, don't believe in violence. Putting people in harm's way to make a quick buck is just heinous in my opinion."
Jutt turned toward the reader and rolled his eyes.
"63 beautiful cargo trucks, wait only 59 now. One got stolen and the others are broken down. And in turn we recruit for her and pay her a hefty monthly sum. We had a contract Jutt! I can't just let her come in here and take what belongs to me."
Jutt turned toward the reader again and rolled his eyes.
"Who does she think she is? Why should I be afraid of her? I'm a businessman just like everyone else. But she wants to pick on me because I bring in the most coin, right? Whatta bitch."
"Hey, dude, chill out man."
"No way. I'm on fire man. On frickin' fire. If she wants these trucks, she's gonna have to come and pry them from my cold, dead fingers....after they cool down of course." He laughed heartily at his bad joke, turning and rounding the corner. His laugh was killed by a choke of sudden confused fear. "CREE--"
Jutt looked up to see Fynn burnt to a crisp from the inside out, and tossed aside like a broken doll. His spark chamber melted entirely, and the flames withered as they scorched the surface. "Oh my God....Creed."
A big cybertronian, decked in crimson armor, and bloodred strips of cloth covering his mouth and parts of his shoulder. His eyes were white hot, almost transparent, and could be seen burning through everything they locked onto. He was the most feared gangster in all of cybertron, and one of the greatest criminals of all time. Behind him was his right hand man, Lacerate, a merc with killer instincts.
Creed stared at the corpse he'd fried. "Hm. I wonder was that the client I wasn't supposed to kill. What was his name...Fynn?" He looked at Jutt. "Jutt, how are you?"
"H-h-hi Cr-c-creed...."
"Do you know what happened to Fynn?"
Jutt though before speaking. "He...he had a freak accident with a rocket launcher. Seen it happen all the time. Internal explosion. Not pretty."
Creed shook his head sadly. "Tragic. Just tragic. So you must be the new head now...which makes you our client instead."
Jutt nodded quickly.
"Excellent...Lacerate shut that mutt up!"
Lacerate turned and kicked the growling, barking creature at his side. "Silence yourself you mangy mutt!"
Creed turned his attention to the trucks in front of them. "Listen, I know you're busy, so let's make this quick. I just need to borrow these trucks for a weekend in Iacon, and then they're all yours again. That sound fair?"
Jutt nodded again.
"Great. I think Fynn would be proud of you. It's too bad about him, really." He signaled to his men to start up the trucks and head towards Iacon. As he and Lacerate walked away, the bounty hunter asked him slyly. "You know what the word on the street is? Aura's doing all of this because she's got some super soldier named Kol holding a deadly promise over her head."
Creed stopped walking. "Wait....Kol? I know Kol...I payed for him to be created. The triad did anyway. He's a tough bastard. Serves the bitch right for being caught up in this mess. It'll up the rest of the triad though, " He spat a molten fluid, "imagine the spoils...we'll be rich."
"What would you do with 10.5 million credits?"
"For starters, I'd pay you to kill that dog."
Creed stared off towards Iacon. He'd helped enough now. It was time to see how things would go along....
Storm's coming...
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