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Post by cartmantuttle on Jun 20, 2014 13:25:45 GMT -5
Long Shot led Sunduster to the med bay, and then turned and went to try to find the nearest computer terminal. He started sorting through vehicles of the planet he was on, and found the perfect one: An old halftrack with a howitzer on it. He scanned the mode, and his body changed to fit the form of the new vehicle. He smiled at his new body, and then saw that on his chest, there was a white star. "That's odd. Why would this faction use a star as their symbol?" He shrugged.
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Post by Towreck on Jun 21, 2014 10:22:00 GMT -5
After many long hours of repairs, Towreck had noticed that most of the ship was finally online and repaired. Sifting through tons of information, the planet, the continent they were on, where their ship was exactly located, the surface, if the atmosphere was safe for them, the language that these creatures, known as Humans, spoke, and everything else that can be covered, but too long to list. After much time and consideration, Towreck stood up form his seat, bringing up a map of the local area. "Hmm, okay. I'm going to call everyone back to the bridge...I think its time we send some bots outside, to get eyes on whats really out there." Towreck said, before pulling up the ship comms.
Attention Autobots, This is Towreck. I would like to request everyone to come to the bridge, at once. It seems that after much research and hard work, this ship is repaired and we are almost at the last step to finally setting foot on this planet. I will brief everyone, and ensure that everyone gets an Alternate mode to be used as a disguise once everyone is on the bridge. Uhmm..." Towreck began mumbling, wondering how to finish the transmission. "...That is all? Yeah. So everyone, please come to the Bridge. Towreck, out." Towreck closed the tranmission, shaking his head. This new leadership deal is going to take alot getting used to.
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Post by cartmantuttle on Jun 21, 2014 11:13:34 GMT -5
Long Shot headed up to the bridge, all decked out in his new form, with his Sniper Rifle in a holster on his back, his two pistols in shoulder holsters, and his howitzer peeking out over his left shoulder. "So, Captain, what's the plan?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 15:43:13 GMT -5
Turbo Jet stood still listening to Towreck give orders. "I guess that would be our cue to get moving. See your guess there." Turbo bolted out the door running to the bridge to get first picking at alt.modes.
At the Bridge: Turbo Jet runs in. When he notices Longshot he slows down to a slow walk. "Awe man...I wanted to get first dibs...Whatever."
Turbo scanned an vehicle which changed his overall look. Two large wings were present on Turbo's back with a rockets connected to them. A jet engine turbine was in between the two wings which gave him a sort of jet pack look. The jet cockpit was located on his chest with the autobot insignia planted at the tip of it.
"Hey, this planet has style no doubt. I may begin to like this place. Right Longshot? Turbo bumped LongShot with his elbow.
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Post by cartmantuttle on Jun 21, 2014 15:54:36 GMT -5
Long Shot smiled. "You seem pretty excited. I can tell you right away that you'll have a hard time blending in. Experience tells me so."
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Jun 21, 2014 16:57:12 GMT -5
Wraith says nothing more to Aegis and happily sits back to let her work on translating the language. Instead he spends the next few hours flicking through the possible alt. modes before choosing an appropriate jet.
Cutlass flicks through the images on screen of the various alt. modes before choosing one. Cutlass looks a little confused. "Is Towreck suddenly Captain here now?" He frowns at the idea of being outranked on his own ship.
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On his way up to the bridge Tecton stops by to see how Volca is doing.
Volca sits up now awake. "I think I'll be okay to head up to the bridge with you Tecton."
Tecton checks the monitor next to her. "Take it easy for now, nothing too strenuous." He offers her a hand to her feet.
Volca initially declines the assistance opting to attempt to get up by herself. Only when she almost falls back down does she take his hand. "I won't be doing much at all for quite a while it seems..." She sighs lightly leaning on Tecton as they walk up to join the rest of the team.
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"I think the drones can handle the rest of this, time to rejoin the others." Whysp stashes her tools letting a drone pick up the repairs where she left off, as she makes her way back up to the bridge as directed.
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shadowcat9279
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Post by shadowcat9279 on Jun 21, 2014 22:13:00 GMT -5
Just as Sunduster got to the medbay she heard the request and winced some. She rubbed her dented helm and backed out of the medbay. "Maybe later...." Dusty wobbled some and again used the wall to support herself as she started for the bridge of the ship. She needed to figure out what was going on here and her wound could wait. Besides she was eager to explore this world.
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Post by Volume on Jun 22, 2014 13:05:13 GMT -5
Black Hole was brought out of her thoughts as Towreck requested everyone on the bridge. "I should get going" She smiles and warps, no one gets annoyed with her for warping here. "Wait didn't he say I needed an alternate form?" Black Hole looked through the various choices. She scanned the Blackhawk helicopter. She then stood by the wall by herself and waited for Towreck to say why he asked the others to come to the bridge.
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Post by DarkXenith on Jun 23, 2014 17:09:42 GMT -5
"Hey, hold up femme," Jumpstart called as Sunduster turned to answer the comm and began to head in the direction of the bridge, "You ain't steady enough by half by my estimation t' be haulin' aft 'round the base."
The medic easily recognised the symptoms of a basic concussion when he saw one and he wasn't about to let the femme make her way around the base unescorted in that condition. Of course, he was hardly in prime condition himself but he'd had enough medication to at least take the edge off and make movement tolerable if he wasn't expected to carry loads.
Stepping over, the medic offered an arm and an introduction, "Name's Jumpstart - Jumper, heh. C'mon, I'll help ya up there. Take it steady, right?"
Chance nodded as Whysp headed back up to the bridge and shadowed the femme, quickstepping to keep up with her.
"S go see 'sup."
Aegis continued her work on translation, pausing at Towreck's summons the femme politely nodded and turned from the console with an update, "I am pleased to advise that I have a codex ready for use, once we are out in the field I'll endeavour to make a more thorough study of the natives to update with colloquial forms. The file is live on this terminal for anyone who wishes to uplink and take a copy."
Having sifted through various sources, the femme had already pre-selected her new form. That of the T45 Goshawk jet. It had a similar specification list to her Cybertronian base with the added advantage of a sturdier airframe and increased speed and agility. Scanning the blueprints from an intelligence file she'd located, the femme activated her chameleonic circuitry and easily reformatted herself to echo the characteristics of her chosen form.
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Post by mynamethenumber on Jun 24, 2014 18:47:42 GMT -5
A blue and black F22-Raptor flew around the Grand Canyon a few times before it discovered the Autobot ship buried within. It soared down to it and transformed into a menacing looking Cybertronian which stopped in front of the ship's hangar doors. It was Setum. And after a long journey, he had found what he was looking for. Exhausted, he banged his fist on the door and shouted as loud as he could.
If there are any Autobots on this ship... please let me in! You are in grave danger! The Decepticons are planning something big!
Setum continued to knock tirelessly on the door until he collapsed on the ground. He hoped someone would hear his call for help. And if they did, he hoped they would overlook the Decepticon insignia tattooed on his arm...
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