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Post by ᴵᵗ'ᶳ ᴸᵉ' ᴹᵉᵎ Asᴛʀɪɴᴀʟ on Sept 5, 2014 11:09:30 GMT -5
((I'm guessing Whisp and Wrath are in the cavern?))
"Son of a Glitch!" Astrinal slumped down on the rock she'd been taking cover on, clutching whatever wound was nearest to her hand. She was in pain, she should have listened to Turbo! Maybe combat wasn't the best thing me to have done at the moment.. "Ugh, it hurts."
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Post by ᴵᵗ'ᶳ ᴸᵉ' ᴹᵉᵎ Asᴛʀɪɴᴀʟ on Sept 5, 2014 11:48:47 GMT -5
-Meanwhile-Cloaked and taking off threw the skies, a small ship was active, as well as it's crew. "Trade, Trade, why aren't they waking up!" Stormgear was freaking out, trying to tend to an autobot near to death. Tradewind was in the cockpit flying the ship. "Just keep trying. He'll wake up." Tradewind replied shortly. How long had they been flying? They'd just entered the atmosphere. And already did he pick up an autobot signal. It was a vessel, and under some sort of damaged mode. Tradewind started flipping some controls on the dashboard. "T-Trade, he's dead." Stormgear, around 13, croaked. She took a step back from the dead chassis. "Oh my gosh, Trade, there all dead! Why are they dead?""Not now, Storm. But help might be on the way." Trade couldn't get a direct-contact with the ship. But he attempted to send a signal out to the ship; failed. The ship was to far out of range, and they were outside the border of a city-state known as Colorado. So it was called. "I-I Trade, what should I do." Stormgear started to get teary eye, terrified, shocked, and scared all at the same time. She didn't know how to feel about the situation. "Trade, are we gonna' die too?""No, we aren't going to die." Tradewind said. Storm wasn't helping with the tension in the situation. 'You can get onto that computer monitor and intercept the autobot vessel's comm lines.' He nearly said. But his little sister was way out of it, she was to young to understand war. "Storm, you need to calm down-""I'm calm, I'm perfectly calm." Storm said in a very fast paced voice. "I'm only just watching all my friends die right in front of me slowly! Yup, perfectly fine!" |
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Post by ᴵᵗ'ᶳ ᴸᵉ' ᴹᵉᵎ Asᴛʀɪɴᴀʟ on Sept 9, 2014 8:58:44 GMT -5
Storm wasn't fine, not at all. She hated these kinds of things. The idea of death. She nearly fell to the floor crying when she saw an incoming ship coming from the port side. It was the same size as there own, but the two ships collided, sending Storm off her feet and into the far wall. The pilot however was still in his seat.
"Decepticons!" Tradewind recalled the obvious. Tradewind attempted to turn the ship back on course, but the Decepticon ship sent harpoon-like ropes into the ship. They were locked, just like the Ark and Nemesis. "Storm, activate the emergency defense systems. There rusty but they should work."
"On it!" Storm recalled, rushing to one of monitors and typing so fast it wasn't even funny. The screen activated and beamed to life. Storm nearly lost concentration when the ship rocked again. "Tradewind, you should be able to activate the turrets now. Now I've gotta activate the shield and we should-"
KAPOW! out of nowhere, the helm doors below up, not from a grenade, but from something else. A fuel line burst!
"Storm! Take cover, we're going down!" Tradewind warned. "Were loosing attitude faster then the enemy ship!
Storm struggled to a cockpit seat, sitting backwards towards the door. Unfortunately, the console she'd been on was now ablaze. But she was smart enough to have a backup. A portable consul came shooting out of the floor, which Storm got back to work from the safety of her seat. "Brother! I can get down there and fix the fuel line. I'm no mechanic, but it's minor troubleshooting." Storm reported, forwarding the systematics to the cockpit. "It'll only take-"
"NO!" Tradewind objected before Stormgear could even finish. "I will go, you stay here and make sure we don't go into a nose dive." Tradewind unstrapped himself and moved past Stormgear's seat. He then looked at his little sister. "That's an order."
While Tradewind left, Storm sucked a narrow breath in, the Communications Specialist nearly in tears.
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Tradewind nearly fell over the side of the ship as he passed threw the dented broken halls of the ship. The harpoons did a number, and they would eventually cease to prevent Stormgear from activating the shields. Tradewind jumped down a hole to reveal the engine room. The engine was fine. But like Storm had reported, one of the fuel lines were ruptured. The cap had a hole on it's side, which he grabbed some tools to fix it. The ship then shook violently, which Tradewind nearly fell over. But he caught a steaming hot pipe, which burnt his servo. He yelp, but managed to pull himself towards the broken fuel line. He placed a ring like device around the pipe, which sealed over the broken part of the pipe.
Tradewind sighed in relief, which he heard footsteps overhead. "We've got signals leaving the cockpit." A Decepticon Vehicon recalled. "Everyone split up, the other's gone off the chart."
That must have been him. Whoever the Vehicons were after, they'd just left the cockpit. And if he was correct, there was only one person in the cockpit. Stormgear!
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Stormgear nearly fell when she left the cockpit, the walls and floor being unstable. She heard voices echo threw the halls, but it was faint. The air whipping from the holes in the wall were so intense she had to squint her optics a bit. She didn't feel safe near the hull of the ship, which she decided to take a corridor closer to the ship. Storm unsheathed her Neutron Assault Rifle, then followed by a dagger. She looked around, her optics scanning the darkened halls. Something didn't feel right.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2014 14:28:12 GMT -5
Jacknife nodes to Towrecks words and, prepared to evacuate. "Affirmative Towreck, snatch 'n' grab tactics are in progress now." Once she finished speaking Jacknife reactivated her battle mask which will only mean that she has no more words to speak anymore. With that said she transformed into her sports bike form and, then evacuated the ship en route to Astrinal and Turbojet's position.
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Post by ᴵᵗ'ᶳ ᴸᵉ' ᴹᵉᵎ Asᴛʀɪɴᴀʟ on Sept 30, 2014 11:05:50 GMT -5
The dark hallways proved to be disturbing as Stormgear traveled farther and farther away from the safety of the cockpit. She’d already passed newly dead and sparking bodies, and a trail of rampage through the halls. Something unwanted was on board, but it could have been anything. A mayhem drone, vehicon squad, seekers, it could have been anything Decepticon. She highly doubted an autobot would cause such destruction. Storm was aware that her brother went to the engine room, so it only seemed fair she went to seek out the bridge. On the ship she was on, the bridge was separated from the cockpit, which everything besides the ship controls were there. If she could get there, she could reactivate the defense turrets and get the ‘con ship away once and for all.
Turning a corner, she gasped by the increase of damage that was left. Red hot cuts throughout the walls, dead bodies decapitated and impaled, shot up piles of scorched bodies. She had nearly gagged then. Stepping over each body carefully and slowly, she had serious underestimated the danger in which the ship was in. Extremely measures needed to be taken, but it had to be swift and fast. And the only thing she could think of was the reach the bridge and lock herself inside. Once she did that, nothing was going in or out. Swapping her ammo to a shrapnel based shell, she proceeded down the corridors once more. She then heard voices up ahead.
How can a signal just disappear? a vehicon asked another, the two traveling quite clumsily through the halls. One nearly tripped when the ship shook violently. ”Don’t ask me! We have our orders, it’s only fair we follow them. Were suppose to be dumb drones. They only think our three programmed settings are Shoot, Capture, and Kill.” The first vehicon just chuckled. ”And collect energon. That too.” The two just chuckled at their own jokes, unaware of how lame they were.
The two reached an intersection, which they noticed a blue and yellow femme down one of the halls. She had her rifle up, looking both ways and somewhat missing the two vehicons. ”Look!” The seconds Vehicon whispered. ”Maybe we can take the femme by-” The decepticon didn’t finish his sentence, which a staff went straight threw his chestplate and out through the front. The end of the staff had a scary looking blade. The first Vehicon faced a very short Stormgear, which he received a very large knife in the faceplate. The blade pierced straight threw the helm, splattering energon all over the place.
Storm looked at the two Decepticons she’d just killed, which she shuttered. She just killed two living beings, but they deserved it. Standing up, she started down one of the corridors and headed to the bridge.
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Tradewind made it to the abandoned Cockpit, and seeing that his little sister was gone. He was shocked, and surprised. He had never known Storm to be a rule breaker, that was more of his role. However, the cockpit was indeed intacted. Reached into the cockpit, he reached to grasp a lever. Then he felt a large gun on the back of his helm. ”Designation or Death, Autobot.” an unnatural voice said. Tradewind stood frozen still, unsure of the decepticon, or rogue, that was holding a gun to his helm. Alas he stood up, turning around to face a very large, very bulky Void.
”Why should I do such thing? Hm?” Tradewind questioned, even though he wasn’t in the position to taunt. The gun, which had three barrels, charged up. It was a very large one, and one of the barrels charged up with a green glow. He wasn’t sure what kind of gun it was, so it must have been a custom one.
”Seeing how the odds aren't in your favor, it would be illogical to negotiate in any sort of way.” Void said, proving obvious points. ”It would be wise to answer my question, which if you do, I might consider letting you live with numerous wounds. Otherwise your fate will be death.
Tradewind was rather suprised how the scientist spoke, like he knew everything. Little did Tradewind know that the mech had the same IQ to his little sister. Stormgear had an IQ of nearly 200, which Void was around 180. However, seeing that Trade would most likely die, he answer the simple question. ”Tradewind.” He replied. ”Anything else your majesty?”
Void was humored with the Mech’s false sense of humor. Void was aware that this mech was either close, or a relative of the Decepticon’s target. Not exactly his target, but more of the DHC’s target. It would have been lovely to have the DJD around. They could easily deal with these kinds of matters with little to no trouble. Tarn was an interesting one, he could kill with his own words. ”Your jokes and sarcastic remarks are proven illogical. Hence it would be best to be quiet.” Void said. ”Where is Communications Officer Stormgear?”
Tradewind didn’t speak, he didn’t reply to Void’s question. No, not this time. Why would the Decepticons want his sister? No, not because of her IQ, that would be unreasonable. Maybe there was a different reason in which his sister hadn’t told him of.
Void pressed the gun to Tradewind’s chestplate. ”Speak now, where is Communications Officer Stormgear.” Void demanded. ”Do not make me force it out of you. I wish to make this swift and deathless, unless you do not want to comply and cooperate.”
Tradewind narrowed his optics in disgust and anger. it was sickening to see how this mech was ordering him around. Tradewind was no Decepticon, and had no interest in being pushed around. ”Over my dead body.”
Void smiled cruelly suddenly. ”Very well then. Shall the hunt begin.”[/color][/b] Void pulled the trigger to his gun, which an acid slime splashed over Tradewind. Tradewind howled in pain, which Void turned and commenced to leave the cockpit. Just as he left, a group of Vehicons came swarming in, whom they were unaware of Void’s presence..
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Post by Ironshot on Oct 3, 2014 20:56:17 GMT -5
In orbit above the Autobots, a shuttle drops to sub sonic speeds as it's pilot gets a faint whiff of the scent of Autobot energon. Picking a cluster of scent trails, Old Red pilots the shuttle to a somewhat remote area where he sees a trio of normal sized Transformers Only one of which carries any real trace of the Autobot scent. The rest of the Autobot scents in the immediate area seem to come from nowhere, meaning the source or sources are cloaked. "I'd like to know what Transformers are doing on this planet myself. My name's Old Red. Primary role: Medic. My shuttle's computers have no records of the planet, but I am picking up the scent of a powerful artifact somewhere on the planet as well as a pair of 'Bots in need of help a few hundred miles away," he broadcasts in reply to overhearing Ironshot.
"I'd love to provide assistance if possible, but the others probably sent a faster team," Ironshot replies as he turns to the new arrival. Something about the external design of the shuttle suggests the speaker was a minicon and that meant they would need help if they attempted going into a potential combat situation.
"Climb in and I'll take you to a place where you can help," Old Red replies as he lands his shuttle and opens the larger of the shuttle's doors. Ironshot quickly hops in and motions for the hound type minicon to take off. A few minutes later, Old Red gets a strong enough scent to pinpoint the 'Bots in a cave about a mile away and signals for the Siegebot to fire on a spot the scent trail says is free of Autobots. Trusting the minicon's tracking abilities, Ironshot takes aim with his left shock rifle and fires a single shot before waiting to see how deep the blast went. When the dust clears, there is a hole leading directly into the cave where a pair of 'bots with aircraft alt modes are barely visible (mostly due to distance). |
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Post by rampage on Oct 12, 2014 14:14:58 GMT -5
Silverfox realizes too late that even a curse uttered under one's breath sounds incredibly loud in the silence immediately following an explosion.
"Hi there.. have any of you seen my element of surprise?" She pings to the nearest 'Con, "I think I lost it a few seconds ago.."
Making a quick grab for Tradewind, she feels her engines rev with effort. "Hang on, big guy" Trying to gain altitude if not speed, it takes her a sec to finish her sentence. "That green goop looks nasty and I bet it hurts like the pit, but I am pretty sure I heard a medic nearby."
In the sound that fills the air, she has a hard time making out what's being said by whom so she just starts plotting her course towards Ironshot and the shuttle that had just broadcast a message. "Introductions will wait til after.. If you have anything on you that you aren't real attached to, I suggest aiming it at your "friends" over there.. Let's get you out of here.."
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Post by ᴵᵗ'ᶳ ᴸᵉ' ᴹᵉᵎ Asᴛʀɪɴᴀʟ on Oct 16, 2014 11:39:14 GMT -5
Silverfox realizes too late that even a curse uttered under one's breath sounds incredibly loud in the silence immediately following an explosion. "Hi there.. have any of you seen my element of surprise?" She pings to the nearest 'Con, "I think I lost it a few seconds ago.." Making a quick grab for Tradewind, she feels her engines rev with effort. "Hang on, big guy" Trying to gain altitude if not speed, it takes her a sec to finish her sentence. "That green goop looks nasty and I bet it hurts like the pit, but I am pretty sure I heard a medic nearby." In the sound that fills the air, she has a hard time making out what's being said by whom so she just starts plotting her course towards Ironshot and the shuttle that had just broadcast a message. "Introductions will wait til after.. If you have anything on you that you aren't real attached to, I suggest aiming it at your "friends" over there.. Let's get you out of here.." ((OCC: Is Silverfox a 'Con or 'Bot?)) "AUTOBOT" A vehicon shrieked, gesturing to the now open room with Silverfox and Tradewind inside. "It's him and his accomplice! Shoot them!" On cue, a good number of vehicons pooled into the room and began to open fire on them. Shoving himself onto his peds, he limped to reach for his Scrapmaker, which a scrap load of decepticons fell over in a few seconds. "We need to move" Tradewind slurred. "Like, now." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 14:31:36 GMT -5
In orbit above the Autobots, a shuttle drops to sub sonic speeds as it's pilot gets a faint whiff of the scent of Autobot energon. Picking a cluster of scent trails, Old Red pilots the shuttle to a somewhat remote area where he sees a trio of normal sized Transformers Only one of which carries any real trace of the Autobot scent. The rest of the Autobot scents in the immediate area seem to come from nowhere, meaning the source or sources are cloaked. "I'd like to know what Transformers are doing on this planet myself. My name's Old Red. Primary role: Medic. My shuttle's computers have no records of the planet, but I am picking up the scent of a powerful artifact somewhere on the planet as well as a pair of 'Bots in need of help a few hundred miles away," he broadcasts in reply to overhearing Ironshot.
"I'd love to provide assistance if possible, but the others probably sent a faster team," Ironshot replies as he turns to the new arrival. Something about the external design of the shuttle suggests the speaker was a minicon and that meant they would need help if they attempted going into a potential combat situation.
"Climb in and I'll take you to a place where you can help," Old Red replies as he lands his shuttle and opens the larger of the shuttle's doors. Ironshot quickly hops in and motions for the hound type minicon to take off. A few minutes later, Old Red gets a strong enough scent to pinpoint the 'Bots in a cave about a mile away and signals for the Siegebot to fire on a spot the scent trail says is free of Autobots. Trusting the minicon's tracking abilities, Ironshot takes aim with his left shock rifle and fires a single shot before waiting to see how deep the blast went. When the dust clears, there is a hole leading directly into the cave where a pair of 'bots with aircraft alt modes are barely visible (mostly due to distance). Turbojet was in the middle of attempting to move on to gain some ground from DeathStinger when a large boom caused a huge dust cloud to block his vision. As some pebbles and rocks bounced off of him Turbo looked up to notices a nearby hole which could grant an escape. In a flash Turbo ignited his jetpack and, flew towards the hole until the outside world was finally visible. Due to the energy usage through out the fight Turbo's jetpack died out and he crashed landed on a desert hill nearby. By this time he began to transmit a universal comm to anyone listening in: "Argh this is Turbojet reporting in!..*static* I just made way out of a tunnel which me an Astrinal were trapped in. *static* Evac team is urgent!... I don't know how long my energon will hold.*static* I'm unable to proceed on foot electively. Tracking coordinates to this data feed." *comm dies out* Soon afterwards Turbojet activated a mobile sonar beacon to any available Autobot signal within his region. From her he run/limps his way back towards the cave to inform Astrinal before anything else sours his situation.
It took a while but, once he reached the cave Turbojet immediately called out for his partner. "Astrinal!; Astrinal its me I made it out alive are you in there.?
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Post by ᴵᵗ'ᶳ ᴸᵉ' ᴹᵉᵎ Asᴛʀɪɴᴀʟ on Oct 27, 2014 16:24:44 GMT -5
"The Entrance is still barricaded, I can't get out. Not the way we came in." Astrinal's voice filled the other end of the comm link. "I may be in assistance again, the dumb bug's tail hit me around pretty hard."
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