BigBot
RETIRED Guardian Of TTF
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Post by BigBot on Oct 10, 2006 6:37:40 GMT -5
Speeding across Cybertron's surface, just meters above its metalic ground, the General Falcon and the Mayhem's space vessel kept a low profile in an effort to avoid autobot detection.
Inside, Shady and Indelible were at the controls while the rest of the crew got ready for one of the biggest fights of their lives.
Heavy Assault sat against the wall of the small compartment that passed as the General Falcon's medical bay. He was too bulky to take the table, where hose that needed to be work on would lay, and had to settle with a spot on the floor.
Latyrx7 worked away on repairing the damage inflicted on him during the scrap he had with Armagedeon. [glow=blue,2,000]"I haven't seen you this torn up since you got yourself blown up in that factory."[/glow] Comented L7 dryly.
[glow=red,2,000]"And who asked you?"[/glow] Heavy Assault tone was bitter. [glow=red,2,000]"That con will be recieving some harsh payback for this. He'll wish I killed him."[/glow] [glow=blue,2,000]"Then your going to have to ve careful when we find Caliban. Without Hoist I can only do so much for you at the moment."[/glow] Said L7 with a hint of disappointment in his responce. Heavy Assault answered with renewed confidence in his voice. [glow=red,2,000]"It shall do. You always do your best."[/glow] He then got up and stood tall before testing out his limbs, as if shaking off some fresh scrapped rust that hadn't fallen from his body yet. Satisfied, he then looked down at L7. [glow=red,2,000]"Your creator Phicon, his temple must be visited once more. My words can't find the true menaing of what was an enlightening experience it became. You should be proud to come from such a proud tradition. Why, if he had created more like you and..."[/glow] Heavy Assault stopped as he saw L7 wasn't listening, but instead putting his repair tools away with a grim expression. The renegade commander senced something was bothering his comrade.
[glow=red,2,000]"Let it be said; it was never easy for any of us was it? Comprimise is an ugly word. You and Hoist, not to mention the logic bot Perceptor! Always telling me your point of view on HOW it was to be done. But me and my troops wanted to it the renegade way! Well, let me tell you, your nothing but a stubborn, opinionated, out dated, trash-licking, scraplet who is too near sighted to see what its like to be a true warrior! Even Max Convoy, Primus bless the dead, got it after finally!"[/glow]
L7 couldn't help the sudden up shot of fear that Heavy Assault was about to challege him to a fight, like last time they had words with each other. And it was hard to find his composture to turned around and face him when Heavy Assault stepped up right behind him.
[glow=red,2,000]"But you got us this far. Some where in that flawed autobot brain of yours, there's something right."[/glow] With a claw rested on L7's shoulder, Heavy Assault nodded to L7 approvingly. [glow=red,2,000]"Now head my words. After this, I take command of my troops. Those who wish to be renegade, will be so! Those who wish to leave and regenerate there cycle, shall be allowed to do so. Ha! Perhaps we'll make Renegades out of those motley Mayhems that follow us now? Till all are Renegades!"[/glow]
With a sigh of relief and a smile that dismissed his uneasy expression, for the first time ever, L7 actually felt like he and Heavy Assault were seeing optic to optic. But he couldn't get over the feeling that maybe it would be for the final time as well.
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BigBot
RETIRED Guardian Of TTF
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Post by BigBot on Oct 10, 2006 6:38:09 GMT -5
Vice6 awoke in a completely different universe.
It was like a dream world. He could feel himself almost weightless, floating off the ground through the air. However, as he tried to move himself about, it was hard. As if the air currents that were carrying him were heavy and thick, making movement almost impossible.
He wanted to know just how high he was off the ground. But as he ajusted his optics see where he was, he saw only darkness. For a second, the thought of space came into his thoughts but he was surrounded by some substance that was murky and extremely damp.
And before he could think of another answer, something pulled him out of his sufficating nightmare.
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Post by jazzmatic on Oct 10, 2006 6:38:48 GMT -5
Held up right as he came out of the muddy water, Vice6 rentered the world of moving parts when Earthcrusher pulled him out of the foul liquid. [glow=yellow,2,000]"Forgive me my friend. It was the only way. If I was to watch Cybertron fall apart before me while in that cell, my spark would surely burn in the pitt for all my unforgiven sins. Maybe this way I can at least try and make up for it."[/glow]
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Post by caliban on Oct 10, 2006 6:39:38 GMT -5
Traveling through a dark canyon, the slow, slumberling hover craft made its way past the steel walls of the Cybertronian basin.
Almost as big as a space carrier, the hover craft's top section was simular to an open concept battle station. Crew members could walk about freely on top and outside the hover craft, much like an earthen aircraft carrier. Instead of a smooth run way, small buildings, towers and scatter gun ports littered the entire top area, along with different stations that served all sorts of purposes from loading docks to maintence outposts.
Flying beside and infront of the hover craft, three smaller vessels, all hovercrafts as well, simular in appearance but made for a ten mech crew. Simple battle runners that could provide defense for the main craft or act as scout ships.
On board the main craft, the members of Caliban's cult celebreted. The drank and ate energon like starved Emptys that had sucessfully raided a energon storage area. Normally, a joyous ocasioin such as this was extremely rare, and usually complete kept away from their leader, as for the most part it was forbidden by Caliban. However, the lord of the Order allowed this one occasion as he saw it fit. Thus making it the largest affair they ever put on, as most of them were small and low key, to avoid getting caught.
Caliban sat in a large chair that over looked all that were gathered in the main deck of the hover craft, in the middle levels of the hovercraft. More like a throne that a decepticon warlord might sit apon, Caliban leaned over to 1097, or Cutter as he perferred to refer to him as.
[shadow=red,left,000]"You and I share the same admiration for deception. While the decepticons have forgotten the ways of the cunning warrior, we have rised to zenith of manipulation. Thus our enemies will met there end before they even realize they had taken the bait, and fallen head long in to the trap."[/shadow]
Caliban leaned back in to his chair as he became more comfortable with the fact that none could hear what he spoke of. [shadow=red,left,000]"Look at them. Fools. Pledging a alliegnence to a dead God, yet dangling on my ever word, act on each command given to them by me. And for what? For the empty promise that they will sit on the side of the Chaos Bringer and be spared the cruel fate of the pitt. And I sit here and wonder, if they only knew the truth. But then, would they change there position? Perhaps they would continue to serve my word? That would be an interesting hand to play out. Their last minutes, clouded with doubt. It would be interesting to see what they would do if they knew this planet wasn't destined to become a battle station, the ultimate threat to the universe, taken out across space to continue Unicron's great task of destroying the universe again. But instead, only to destroy its self, as it erupts before it touchs the surface of a neighbouring star?"[/shadow]
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Post by dh on Oct 10, 2006 6:40:44 GMT -5
Stomping through the bottom of the massive hover craft, Death's Head made his way through the guards and different warriors that made up the Order's army. He was in the holding brig where they kept their special guests.
The entire level was the dirtiest area of the hover craft. Unkept and rusted from wall to wall, stories of unwanted moisture infections were inspired by its appearance.
This however didn't phase the biunty hunter. He walked through with a purpose, determined to find a recent addition to the brig. So bent on greeting this important guest, he would shove any malfunctioning door clear of his path when it opened only half way and continue through. No one was unwise enough to get in his way.
Then he came to the biggest room inside the brig. There, surrounded by guards, all strapped down by thick coils of super strong wires, a group of renegades and autobots all sat up against the walls of there extra large cell.
"So! Where are the new renegades just brought in, eh? The fresh hides for the feeding? Their is one I am to see to personally. If he is dead, there shall be no doubt that the one who terminated his life shall answer to me! "
Death's Head tore through the surrounding area, looking for the one he seeked. He looked at each Renegade up and down but ignored the autobots when they came into his view. In a short time, he found who he was looking for. "There's what I seek! You look different, but I know its you anywhere. I suspected you had never thought to see me again Hoist, yes?" Death's Head pointed a finger at the green renegade who sat inbetween Grapple and Aquelec, tied up just the same as the rest of them were.
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Post by Hoist on Oct 10, 2006 8:21:14 GMT -5
I may have changed", spat Hoist not really able to move much "but your still just as ugly. Just get on with it, payback, death, whatever the point of it is you want, cos this routine is old.."
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Post by Aqualec on Oct 10, 2006 9:47:09 GMT -5
Aqualec looked towards Deaths Head as he had come in. Aqualec had been in and out of stasis since his battle with Cutter but was now fully awake. He was suprised to see Grapple and some of the others chained up with him and the Renegades as they were not with them earlier and tried to figure out where they actually were taken. He remebered a drill earlier meaning they were somwhere underground.
He began to run a systems check on himself to see if anythign had been done to him whilst he was out of it, whilst also scanning the room for Jinx.
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Vice-6
RP Character
Autobot Law Enforcer
Str:7 Int:7 Spd:5 End:7 Agl:6 Tch:7 Skl:7
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Post by Vice-6 on Oct 11, 2006 12:38:39 GMT -5
Held up right as he came out of the muddy water, Vice6 rentered the world of moving parts when Earthcrusher pulled him out of the foul liquid. [glow=yellow,2,000] "Forgive me my friend. It was the only way. If I was to watch Cybertron fall apart before me while in that cell, my spark would surely burn in the pitt for all my unforgiven sins. Maybe this way I can at least try and make up for it."[/glow] Vice bit his reply back. It went against everything in his spark to disobey the law, it was what he had been programmed to do for almost six full life spans. Earthcrusher was a criminal, one that would surely be found guilty in a Cybertronian court and then sentenced to a life long stay in the Vice-HQ prison pit as it was called. Housed alongside murderers and war criminals from centuries ago. Disgusting abhorations like Snaptrap and Gulox left over from forgotten conflicts, too dangerous to ever see back in a civbilised society. Was Earthcrusher one of these, could the once honorable and self sacrificing Autobot hero redeem his acts here and now? [glow=blue,2,300]Okay, i'm with you Earthcrusher. If we're the opnly ones who can strop Caliban then so be it. Perhaps we can both find redemtpion for our sins.[/glow]
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1097
Cassette
"I know prefectly well who I am!"
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Post by 1097 on Oct 11, 2006 12:52:19 GMT -5
Caliban sat in a large chair that over looked all that were gathered in the main deck of the hover craft, in the middle levels of the hovercraft. More like a throne that a decepticon warlord might sit apon, Caliban leaned over to 1097, or Cutter as he perferred to refer to him as. [shadow=red,left,000] "You and I share the same admiration for deception. While the decepticons have forgotten the ways of the cunning warrior, we have rised to zenith of manipulation. Thus our enemies will met there end before they even realize they had taken the bait, and fallen head long in to the trap."[/shadow] Caliban leaned back in to his chair as he became more comfortable with the fact that none could hear what he spoke of. [shadow=red,left,000] "Look at them. Fools. Pledging a alliegnence to a dead God, yet dangling on my ever word, act on each command given to them by me. And for what? For the empty promise that they will sit on the side of the Chaos Bringer and be spared the cruel fate of the pitt. And I sit here and wonder, if they only knew the truth. But then, would they change there position? Perhaps they would continue to serve my word? That would be an interesting hand to play out. Their last minutes, clouded with doubt. It would be interesting to see what they would do if they knew this planet wasn't destined to become a battle station, the ultimate threat to the universe, taken out across space to continue Unicron's great task of destroying the universe again. But instead, only to destroy its self, as it erupts before it touchs the surface of a neighbouring star?"[/shadow] [glow=red,2,300]It might add more misery and suffering to the universe[/glow] 1097 mused as if considering the idea himself, spinning his favourite kjnife the table ith the point down. [glow=red,2,300]Either way this planet will be destroyed and every single spark on it extinbguished, now that's something I never dreamt of in my wildest nightmares. It used to be fun to kill innocent little femmebots and mechs who cross my path but you tire of the ease after a while. The thrill dies out. Now destroying millions of lives at once, that's carnage. [/glow]
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Post by grapple on Oct 11, 2006 13:17:00 GMT -5
I may have changed", spat Hoist not really able to move much "but your still just as ugly. Just get on with it, payback, death, whatever the point of it is you want, cos this routine is old.." "Umm, what he means to say is Mister Death's Head, is that ummm, well, he's really not this mouthy. Maybe there's something we can offer to a Bounty Hunter like yourself. A business properstion?" Grappple said, nerve as could be, hoping that Death's Head wouldn't get any angrier then he already was.
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Post by tron on Oct 11, 2006 13:19:38 GMT -5
Tron couldn't believe his ears. [glow=blue,2,000]"Let it be known, its never wise to call Death's Head a bounty hunter. He's been known to pull people's arms out their sockets. And I thought you were this much trouble Magnum...."[/glow] McClane said as he looked at the young vice officer with a sigh.
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Post by Hoist on Oct 11, 2006 13:59:43 GMT -5
"Oh I meant it Grapple! Come on bounty hunter, give it all ya got!! BRING IT ON!!!!", the words spat out, not caring, he'd faced death before and wasn't about to be shafter by a two-bit hitman.
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Post by dh on Oct 15, 2006 10:10:02 GMT -5
Death's Head grabbed both Hoist and Grapple by the coils they were tied up in and pulled them up, so that he could return his replie face to face. "If not for the cermony that Caliban insists upon, I would do you in now! I don't always mix business and pleasure, no? But this will be a treat yes! And you, Grapple yes? I shall see to your dimise personally now, after you have watch Hoist fall to his death, aye!"
Death's Head let go of the two, letting them fall back down to their original places and turned his back to leave.
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Post by grapple on Oct 15, 2006 10:14:30 GMT -5
"Frickin frak! Touch´e ain't he?! Just what did you do to him to get him so mad at you? Actually, what are they going to do to us?! Better yet, where in the pit are your friends?! The situation demands rescue!" Grapple began to move about restlessly, the robot equivalent of hyper ventilating.
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Post by jazzmatic on Oct 15, 2006 10:17:54 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Okay, i'm with you Earthcrusher. If we're the opnly ones who can strop Caliban then so be it. Perhaps we can both find redemtpion for our sins.[/glow] With a nod, and then a hand shake, Earthcrusher and Vice6 began on there way, traveling further in to the deep underground catacombs under Cybertron, hunting down the Order and its insane leader.
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