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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Jun 9, 2014 5:56:38 GMT -5
Abyss not being too picky about her alt mode simply chose the first thing that matched her build. Scouting great... Isn't that a drone's job? I recall drones being sent to that on my last ship... What ever I best not argue with these militant types...
She waits for Nightshade to chose her alt mode.
Nightshade starts scanning through the list intending to pick out the very best alt possible. After a moment she begins to sense her partner's impatience building. "Okay this one will do."
"I haven't had to scout anything in, well... ever... I have no clue where to begin."
"Well most of my spy work involved more of the remote hacking and information retrieval than actual scouting, but at least I've got my cloak to help me out."
"In which case you should go out there first with me for back up, I can't evade detection as easily as that."
"Hmm, is that how you make your living? Talking out everything?"
"Hey don't you start any of that psych scrap with me!"
"I wasn't, I was just curious... I suppose the idea would be to remain undetected so yes I'll go out first." She transforms and cloaks to survey the area leaving Abyss aboard waiting. She's obviously a tricky one... I'll have to watch her closely...
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Post by mynamethenumber on Jun 10, 2014 1:53:27 GMT -5
Setum checked the touch screen device on his wrist again, staring blankly at the screen. How could it have forgotten his name? He didn't know if he was frustrated or even slightly hurt by this. He remembered little prior to having volunteered for the experimental procedure that crafted him into the monster he took great pride in being, but he certainly remembered always being friendly with the computer's artificially intelligent operating system. This was part of the reason why he had the device grafted onto his arm so that he could have the A.I. always around, a practice unusual for most Cybertronians. Hoping that the damage wasn't irreversible, he looked back up at Road Burn. It took him a few moments to acknowledge what his new partner had said and his response was very much delayed.
I like your way of thinking. As long as none get in the way I'll try to avoid the urge to step on them.
The ship's entrance then began to open and a line of brainwashed humans walked inside the ship and towards Roll's laboratory. Setum was both disgusted by their presence and offended that they had even stepped foot on the Leviathan. Watching them leave, he looked down at his assault rifle and back at Road Burn.
If these insects are already under our control why exactly are we standing guard? I personally can't wait for our Lord Rexacon to wake up so we can finally get some proper orders. I'm going outside to breathe in this extraterrestrial air so I can become accustomed to our new home. You can join me if you like.
Setum took his first steps outside, enjoying a deep breath he hadn't had in what felt like ages. Suddenly, his computer restarted and the A.I.'s voice startled him.
Welcome. Please submit your name.
He thought about simply stating his name like before, however something was calling him to try something different.
Computer, who was the original owner of this operating system?
Prisoner 616.
Prisoner? That couldn't be right. Setum had never been imprisoned in his life and he had handcrafted this computer himself so no one else could have previously owned it.
What was his name?
Identity erased by the Decepticon Armada.
Stunned by this answer, Setum noticed the base that he was in. It was the perfect place to be to find out just who this alien species were. Leaving that job to those who were assigned to do it, he walked around and studied all the strange equipment, all the while pondering what he had just heard from his own computer. Could he have been a prisoner? Did the procedure he underwent intentionally strip him of his memory as well as his conscience? And worst of all: could he have been nothing more than a brainwashed Autobot? He didn't even want to consider such a possibility. All he did know was that something wasn't right.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 10:10:29 GMT -5
Roadburn didn't care one bit about the humans entering the base. He just stood by and watched them enter. They had their purpose he had his nothing more. And if they cause problems he would be glad to get of them.
"I don't really know why we have this job it doesn't really matter anyway. However if your gonna take a morning stroll as long as we are still in the region of our assigned post I don't mind."
Roadburn retracted his weapons leaving only metallic hands. At this point he was just watching Setum while he was messing with his arm computer or what ever that thing was.
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Post by Clearshot on Jun 10, 2014 10:17:58 GMT -5
Taking her disc in hand, she went to the co-ordinates provided and used the disc to subdue the human prisoners. Then growing bored she began to explore the ship more. She headed towards the cargo bay to inspect any damage the human insects may have inflicted during their explorations. She found none, but then heard a small noise. She went to go and check it out.
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Post by Volume on Jun 10, 2014 17:58:16 GMT -5
Volume showed Shellshock to the bridge. "You need to pick an alt form, that's useable on this planet." Volume gestured to the computer.
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Post by cartmantuttle on Jun 10, 2014 23:36:57 GMT -5
Shellshock walked over to the terminal, and started looking over alt modes. Then, after a few minutes of searching, he found it. A Soviet Type-83 152mm Self-Propelled Howitzer. He grinned as he scanned the alt mode, and his body conformed to the new structure. "Now this, THIS is an alternate form!" He looked over at Volume. "What did you pick?"
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Post by Volume on Jun 11, 2014 15:48:20 GMT -5
Volume looked at her datapad then at Shellshock. "I believe I chose the F-14, why do you ask?" She sighed to herself she should probably do something more leader-like.
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Post by cartmantuttle on Jun 11, 2014 19:30:22 GMT -5
Shellshock laughed. "A jet fighter? How original for a Decepticon. What's next, you're going to start cackling and boasting about how you should be in charge all the time?"
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Post by Clearshot on Jun 12, 2014 12:47:00 GMT -5
Following the sound in the cargo bay, she looked round some containers to find a human female laying on the floor. The human groaned and struggled to get to her feet, then she turned and saw Clearshot. In a panic, she turned and tried to make a mad dash for a door. Quickly snatching her up, Clearshot took the opportunity to get a better look at the human creature as she feebly struggled. Then coming to a decision, she started to seek out other Decepticons outside the cargo bay. She entered the bridge with her human captive. Clearshot then saw Volume and Shellshock.
"Pardon the interruption, but I have a little something I'd like to show you." she then presented the human to Volume and waited.
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Post by Volume on Jun 12, 2014 15:49:25 GMT -5
Volume looked at the floor but was annoyed at Shellshock's comment. "I never asked to be the one in charge!" Her anger subsided when Clearshot interrupted. "Yes what is it? Hmm, one of those pests, I have no use for it take it to Roll, she's studying them." She sighed.
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