Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 19, 2013 1:06:42 GMT -5
As the group of slaves moved on G367 began to wake up. "Wha... Where am I? I must have taken a bad step. Wait, who are you?" Said the young mech to the face he could not quite make out due to his blurry optics.
The group then rounded a corner and saw a passage way leading to the underground chambers. The writing on the door stated that this way lead to the magnetic coils that stablized the generators for the camp. T-747 would have full access, it would only be any guards if on duty they would have to worry about.
With a window ahead and the shots getting nearer and nearer L-926-1's head, he knew it was them or him. Running towards the window, he took out his grapple n hook as he dodged fire left right and center. A very near miss side-lined him and hit the window, shattering into pieces across the floor. This is it, that one moment that would change his life, do or die. End of the line, L-926-1 reached the window, not dropping his speed for a second to get a good run up to the window as he swung his grappling hook. Waiting for the very last moment, L-926-1 didn't push of from the ledge of the window until his remaining firm foot was right on the edge. Launching himself he pushed off, hard; across the Cybertronian skyline and threw his grappling hook towards the roof of a nearby building..
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 19, 2013 18:58:06 GMT -5
As L-926-1 leapt through the air and his hook and line sailed for his target, everyone who was below watched in horror as the slave above them began to come crashing down. The hook missed it's target just slightly, failing to make a connection.
L-926-1 came crashing down in to the back of a transport vehicle loaded with energon flasks. The thin metal boxes containing the glass bottles of dark purple liquid broke the slaves fall some what. Smashing though several of the containers was properly better then hitting the hard steel ground.
Before L-926-1 could get out he found himself and the contents of the truck moving violently. Suddenly the slave found himself and all the energon flasks on the ground as the transport transformed. Now stood a tall and bulky robot before L-926-1 with his fingers shaking at the slave. "You got a problem punk?"
Before action could be taken the large robot was shot in the back as Ghyrik's forces began to fire from the window trying to hit L-926-1.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 20, 2013 17:33:07 GMT -5
N33 shook his head as S-616 suggested going it alone, and was relieved to here T-474 share his opposition to the idea. He interjected as T-474 finished his- perhaps over-pragmatic- response, slapping S-616 on the back. "What my friend is trying to say is- we don't abandon one of our own. And we don't let them abandon us. We may die alone, but we live among mechs. We must remain united if we are to survive." He concluded just as the young sparkling- G367, he'd had to remember that- was reviving. He gestured to the others to allow the young bot a moment to rest, just as they reached the sewer hatch- with any luck, he'd have the waif back on his feet by the time T-474 had gotten the door open. He led G367 gently to the floor and propped him gently against the hatch wall, speaking softly to him. "Relax, my young friend. You're safe with us. How much do you remember?"
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 21, 2013 0:36:04 GMT -5
G367's head darted about looking at everything. "Your slaves like me. S-616! Your here but where G865? What has become of him?" Clearly the young mech remembered enough and that his friend was not among them. He began to panic as he tried to break away from the others. "I have to find G865!"
As the young mech's voice echoed down the tunnel in the direction the slaves had come from, metallic foot steps could be heard in the distance.
Beside the door was a 12 button control panel. To open the door a code would have to be used. The codes changed daily and were sometimes a combination of numbers from 10 t0 20 digits. T-474 was given a batch of codes at the beginning of the cycle. As to which one would open this door, no one knew.
T-474 stood straight, head slightly tilted into the air, fixated on the sounds in the distance, "curse the makers to the pit!" T-474 turned to his compatriots
"Calm him and quiet yourselves, this will take a moment"
T-474 went up to the door and the 12 button control panel and began running through the list of codes he was given, calculating the time of day, and the usual way the codes would change, and started testing the codes he thought to be closest to the current code in the system, "surprisingly well thought out for brutish tyrants."
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 21, 2013 12:24:34 GMT -5
As each code was put in and failed, a red light indicated that the amount of attempts were growing lesser and lesser. And if things couldn't get worse, "There's one! Open fire!"
The bursts of radiation shots could be heard in the distance and were getting closer. However the group were not being fired at or could they see any guards. And then as if to answer the question of what was going on, from around the corner came L-926-1 running for his life.
With one red light left light up, L-747 put a code that finally worked. The door was open but the guards were getting closer.
S-616 grabbed G367's shoulders and held him firmly.
"Quite. There is a good chance we were followed in here. H865 was through into the fight pit, along with a number of other slaves. Right now, we need to worry about ourselves before we can worry about them." He said.
As if on cue, he heard the blasts of the guards weapons and L-926-1 running around the corner as T-474 got the door open.
"Might I suggest we leave now?" S-616 said to no-one in particular.
L-926-1 dodged out the way as the huge towering mech almost fell on top of him, from the broken window above where he had jumped, the masters weren't about to give up. Picking himself up, L-926-1 ran into the night as the shots from above rained down on him like a hail of fire. Although his aim was true, his ascent to the next building was slightly off, most likely from the pressure of being under fire. As fast as he could he made his way through the dark corners of Cybertron's most developed areas. He still wasn't fully aware of his area or the direction he was headed, after the masters had arrived and slowly began their crusade of rounding them up for the slave camps.
"Convenient", T-474 turned to the others following him and waved them in, but he focused more of his attention on the bot currently racing towards them from the fire of radiation blasters. He recognized the bot, "L-926-1, another intellectual type, though not a genius like N33. Close enough to my own to offer good conversation."
"Move! We must be swifter than ever and lose ourselves in the tunnels before they catch us."
T-474 stepped in and held the door open for the others, holding his arm out expressing the urgency of their action.
Last Edit: Apr 21, 2013 16:39:06 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 22, 2013 0:06:58 GMT -5
One by one the slaves entered through the door with L-926-1 running even faster now as he saw his salvation before him. As the last of them disappeared into the darkness of the underground tunnels, T-747 closed the door behind them. Locking it tight, the small group of slaves began to hurry up to ensure their escape was sucessful. As they did they could hear the voices of the guards outside the door. For a tense moment the sound of one of the guards trying to open the door with a code was heard but then the buzzing sound of an rejected attempt them calmed everyone. Soon only fists pounding on the door were heard until the slaves had made their way deep down into the underground chambers of the slave camp.
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