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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 25, 2013 9:24:20 GMT -5
"We should be safe here for now, the underground is my reality and I know it well."
T-474 moved over to the edge of the ravine, standing there peering over into the liquid death trap bellow.
"The Gladiator Pit is likely to return little in results, I'd think. The presence of Alicons means Ghyrik, and he doesn't do blood sport."
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 25, 2013 16:21:08 GMT -5
N33 walked back to T-474, waving a dismissive, almost angry hand in the direction G367 had taken off in. The child was more pigheaded then he'd banked on, and more so than he was used to- working as he did in menial labor, he was accustomed to patient, introverted, usually quiet bots. However, L926-1's words relaxed him, and made him hope that when he was ready, G367 would return. He picked up one of the slave collars from the pile, toying with it experimentally as if it might reveal some great secret, whilst listening to the other two decide which way was best to proceed; when the matter of the Pits came up, he spoke. "I agree, T-474. After the riots, they'll no doubt want to make a show of those who caused trouble, and what better way than a public execution? Unfortunately, they're probably already at the Sharkticon Pits, lined up in front of the baying crowds. If we want answers, L926-1, I imagine that's where we'll find them." He took a sweeping glance around the network of tunnels surrounding them, thinking he might divine whether or not they would lead the party to their absent friends. He drew a little closer to L926-1, but made no attempt to put a hand on him. "You had a friend taken by the Alicons, along with G367's guardian, didn't you? Do not despair- we will rescue her. Together. You have my word." N33 knew this was no time to make rash promises, but he felt compelled, mech to mech, to reassure the bot.
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Post by Hoist on Apr 27, 2013 20:29:53 GMT -5
L926-1 turned away, "It's my fault", L926-1 continued, "I took my eye of the ball, too busy trying to stop the guards with those - whatever those weapons are... Then I looked around, and she was gone... Just like that in a blink of an optic. I didn't know here that well, but i feel responsible. I let her down.."
Despite N33's words, he was beginning to lose hope, but he knew that they had to stop the atrocities. "What have we gotten ourselves in too?!", exclaimed L926-1. "You do realise we're all hunted bots now, it'll never end!" A growing anger started to form in his voice, his failure, they're failure. "We have to stop them! Before they kill any more innocents. Help me!.. Help me stop them!"
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 28, 2013 11:35:26 GMT -5
In the distance came the muffled echo of what was known as the death bell. It sounded when a public execution was about to take place. Speakers through out the camp were placed about to make sure that everyone knew what was about to happen and that all were to stop what they were doing and come and witness what was about to take place.
It was now just a matter of time before some poor unfortunate sparks were to meet their end.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 30, 2013 15:58:06 GMT -5
N33 jolted as the bell began to toll, and he found his hands inadvertently balling into fists. He turned to his compatriots, a pressure building in his spark the kind of which he hadn't felt since his first days in the Well of All Sparks. "I cannot speak for my friend T-474 here- actually, know what? I can, and I will. We will do everything in our power to help you. We WILL rescue those innocents, right now. To the Slag Pits with tomorrow- today, we do one scrap of good in this time of injustice. But we need to get going if we're to catch them before the execution- T-474, which way should we head? More to the point, what do we have for weapons? I saw S-616's impressive display with his arm blades, but other than that..."
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Post by Onix Solo on May 1, 2013 19:19:39 GMT -5
T-474 heard the bells toll echoing through the tunnels, "That solves the where."
"I will do what we can, but by the sounds of it we have little time. We will have to concoct this plan of our on the way, follow me."
With that, T-474 began down a path that lead to the Sharkticon Pits.
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Post by Bomblast on May 2, 2013 15:54:53 GMT -5
S-616 smiled after hearing N33's speech.
"Our Quintesson 'masters' saw fit to give me those blades as tools. Too long have they treated us poorly. From this day forth, I'll see to it that they regret giving me these blades. I only know how to use them as tools, but I vow to learn how to use them as weapons. I've certainly got a death sentence over my head now, I might as well do something good with the rest of my life." He said before heading off after T-474.
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Post by Hoist on May 2, 2013 20:24:17 GMT -5
L926-1 followed T-474, he wish he had S-616's sentiments, but he only had a grapple n hook for his weapon, he too would have to find a way to use it as a weapons over time. So he understood exactly where N33 was coming from. With the kind of weapons he had already experienced from the Quintesson masters, he worried exactly what they would do when they got there, They were vast outnumbered, and out-powered. Even if they distracted them it might force the masters into noticing some bot was there and force them to move quicker to executing slaves...
As L926-1 ran he felt the enormous pressure, the enormous burden of what they were about to do, small puddles splashed up as he ran firth towards the Sharkticon Pits..
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 4, 2013 12:43:00 GMT -5
After running down a twisted path of tunnels, the small group of slaves found themselves at a ladder. It would lead them to an open area of streets within the slave camps. The cover above was locked but from the inside. However there was no telling if the surface above was opened or full of slaves or worse Quintesson guards or troops.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on May 6, 2013 16:07:31 GMT -5
N33 stopped and looked up, fixing his dead slave collar (which he had retrieved from the pile) as he studied the manhole. He gestured to S-616, speaking quietly to avoid being heard on the other side of the steel cover. "Can you stick your audio receptor to that? See if the coast is clear?" He clenched one of his balled fists, reflexively reaching out in all directions with his magnets and using the electromagnetic waves like a probe, searching for anything of interest. He turned to his erstwhile comrades. "Our best chance to rescue our friends is when they are brought out onto the planks, ready to be thrown to the Sharksticons. T-474, L926-1, you are the most agile of us, and with your grappling hooks, you are more likely to retrieve them; whilst you do, me and S-616 will create a diversion and hold off the guards." He felt a sinking feeling in his fuel processor at the idea of taking on more bailiffs, especially after what happened to S-616. But he did his best to rally his friends. "I know it seems a weak plan. But if we are fast, smart, and stick together, there is nothing we can't accomplish."
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Post by Bomblast on May 6, 2013 17:57:29 GMT -5
S-616 listened to N33's plan. It sounded like there was a strong possibility of them all being killed or captured, but since he couldn't think of anything better, he kept his mouth shut. He had his deactivated collar in his hands and refitted it around his neck. He then started to climb the ladder, moving slowly and quietly. When he reached the top, he tilted his head and pressed an audio receptor to the cover above.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 7, 2013 8:29:36 GMT -5
N33's magnetic scan didn't pick up much. The thickness of the steel ceiling seperating the group from the surface above interfeared with his readings and the all metal alloys surrounding him didn't help. The most he got from beyond the steel ceiling were readings that indicated some movement when then appeared and disappeared.
S-616 placed his audio receptor against the hatch and could hear the muffled sound of voices and stomping.
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Post by Bomblast on May 8, 2013 16:59:14 GMT -5
S-616 climbed back down the ladder and rejoined the rest of the group.
"I hear movement up above. Can't tell who is moving around though." He whispered to the others.
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Post by Hoist on May 9, 2013 8:50:50 GMT -5
The sound of the death bells were still ringing in their audio receptors, and now, at the top of the ladder S-616 could hear voices above, but who knows where it was going to lead them out into, or into what. "Well we have to do something...", whispered L926-1 back, "For all we know it could be fellow slaves up- there getting executed on the spot as we speak!"
L926-1 was starting to twitch, the ridicule of being hunted down fading fast to the errand of mercy they were on, trying to rescue their fellow slaves, now the more urgent, pressing matter.
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Post by Onix Solo on May 14, 2013 9:03:00 GMT -5
T-474 looked up the exit shaft and shrugged
"It's the only way out, so let hope it is our fellow slaves up there, and not our oppressors"
T-474 hooked his deactivated collar back around his neck, "the last time this ever touches my neck!" He leaped up into the shaft, using the sharp legs of his alternate mode to grab to the sides of the shaft, scaling it quickly without using the rungs of the ladder. He reaches the top and put a hand on the hatch and gave it a slow push, taking care not to open it too fast and give them away before they knew what was on the other side.
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