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Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 14, 2013 11:41:46 GMT -5
As T-474 opened the cover, light poured through the opening and lit up the dark one-mech tunnel. All around on the surface were slaves walking about in thick crowds. All came out to see the public execution. The only evidence of any guards in the area were their voices that could heard in the distance, demanding that the slaves keep moving and faster to the Sharkitcon pools.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on May 14, 2013 15:10:34 GMT -5
N33 Followed T-474 out of the tunnel, pulling his collar a few times to make sure it was properly fixed, keeping his head down, he muttered to his comrades, following the crowd in the direction of the Sharkticon Pits. "Stay quiet and stick together. The closer we can get to the gallows before acting, the better."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 16, 2013 1:50:50 GMT -5
All around the slaves were more slaves. Talking to themselves in fearful tones indicating how scared they were of what was going on. A very different picture then the one just hours ago when they seemed to be thirsty for violence. All around the slaves were being pushed about by guards, armed with staff, club, whips and many carried radiation guns. Every once in a while the sound of a whip cracking could be heard over the echos of the death bells. In the distance the sight of the colosseum that held the Sharkticon pool could be seen.
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Post by Hoist on May 21, 2013 6:19:58 GMT -5
L926-1 was the last to emerge from the underground tunnel, still with his collar around his neck; he - like the others crawled out to the sight of the other slaves being pushed around by the guards. "Don't act hostile, not yet!", whispered the bot to the others, "If we blend in with the other slaves the guards will take no notice of us..." moving ever so slowly, almost without any hardly any motion, he edged forward.. "All we need is a moment when they're not looking", he continued in his hushed tone, "Slip into the back streets to get to the pit, remain in the shadows. The last thing we need is a comotion.."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 21, 2013 7:13:18 GMT -5
"Move aside!" Came the command from a guard from behind the group that had just emerged from the underground. There was a squad of guards, pushing slaves away to make a path for a medium sized cargo truck, what many recognized as a slave transporter. As the truck moved past, the others could see the slaves being carried in the back. Chained up and locked down, the group could see their comrades standing among the condemned souls in the back of the cargo hold.
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Post by Bomblast on May 28, 2013 17:59:55 GMT -5
S-616 walked along carefully, moving at the same speed as the rest of the crowd, keeping his head down so as not to be seen by the guards. He looked up briefly as the truck went past. Carefully, he nudged N33 and almost imperceptibly nodded towards H865 and S97. "We may still have time." He whispered.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on May 29, 2013 9:12:28 GMT -5
The carrier truck grew closer to the doors of the sharkticon pit. Their were guards on either side of the truck,pushing slaves aside and generally abusing them with every chance they got. The doors had a guard on each side, who then stepped away as the doors bwgan to slide open.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on May 31, 2013 6:37:21 GMT -5
N33 nodded to S-616, his fingers twitching as he charged his magnets. "When they're taken out of the carrier, L926-1, T-474- you grab them. Me and S-616 will hold the guards off while you make it back to the sewers. If we can, we'll meet you there." N33 began to push quietly through the crowd, slipping through any gap he saw. He drew close to S-616, whispering in his receptor. "When I tell you to run, you run. I'll buy as much time as I can. I'm expendable- the Quints already know me, I'm a marked mech. You have a better chance of escape. Understand?
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Post by Hoist on Jun 1, 2013 10:31:27 GMT -5
"I've got a very bad feeling about this", muttered the bot. "C'mon T-474, let's get closer" As they approached the back of the truck, L926-1 could see their missing comrades and slaves inside. It was all about to kick off. Even if they managed to pull this off they'd still have to get away from the guards and any further ones in the vacinity. he didn't like this, not one little bit...
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 1, 2013 10:44:34 GMT -5
The main doors to the sharkticon pit finished opening and the cargo truck began to enter. On the truck came a guard with a drum, who began to beat it once every few seconds, to signal the beginning of the march to death. The truck continued moving and none of the slaves on top were taken off. H865 looked back the way the cargo truck had taken him and the other slaves. He spotted his friends in the crowd. He quickly came to the conclusion that they were going to do something risky, since they had all been involved with the fight earlier on. His optics grew intense as he managed to move his head slightly from left to right to indicate no.
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Post by Onix Solo on Jun 2, 2013 9:36:34 GMT -5
T-474 made his way through the crowd with the rest of the piecemeal team of fugitives. He kept his eyes on the cage carrying the bots they planned to rescue, " or more likely, die alongside. But at least we will save them from the Sharkticons."
"Stick to the plan. Grab them when they drop with our hooks. That is the brief window when they won't be surrounded by guards. Their bailiffs won't leave their sides for any commotion."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 4, 2013 8:25:36 GMT -5
The cargo truck was now completely inside the entrance and continued on its slow pace. The guards at the side of the entrance began to push any slave that was too close to the doors. Along the side of the walls of the arena, more doors began to slide open. These doors would allow the slaves to enter the Sharkticon pit so they could find seats up above or stand close to the pool. Most slaves took to the seats to get as far away as possible from the carnage that took place below in the pool. More then often and due to the number of slaves that were forced inside, many had to stand next to the pool and had no choice but to watch as the beasts from below tore into the condemned victims.
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 5, 2013 16:18:43 GMT -5
S-616 made his way closer to the truck. He could now see slaves entering the arena. Outwardly, he made no reaction to the words of N33. "Not a chance." He whispered back. "I drew weapons on the guards. I'm marked as well. We either run together, or stand together."
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jun 6, 2013 11:15:54 GMT -5
N33 smiled under his visor at S-616's remark. It had, he admitted, been a little hypocritical of him to suggest his new friend should abandon him, not long after he himself had talked about the need for unity. He continued to mutter surreptitiously, keeping his optics fixed on the guards. "We'll need to get at close to the arena as we can, to give us the best chance of grabbing them. Watch where T-474 and L926-1 set up, and mark the guards closest to them. With any luck, there will be so much chaos in the crows we'll be able to slip away."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 6, 2013 12:33:49 GMT -5
It came in to N33's view that a guard saw S-616 getting closer to the truck. The guard was reacting since slaves were not permitted to follow the cargo truck through this door. The guard stopped short of S-616 and the group. He raised his staff above his head and shouted, "Move a long! Take yourselves to the other entrance or I shall bash your heads in!" With his other hand, the guard gave a slight shove to S-616.
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