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Post by Hoist on Jun 12, 2013 12:10:56 GMT -5
"This is it T-474", muttered L926-1, "We'll never get another chance, it's now or never!", he continued in a whispered tone. His fingers twitched with an uncontrollable sense of urgency in his spark to stop, but more than that, wanting to beat them down. He had never made a hostile move on any bot in his young life, but now more than ever L926-1 could feel the tension in the moment, a moment in their lives that would change them and the course of history forever. He still hadn't forgotten how S97 had disappeared out of sight, but if he hadn't of made his move it would've been him and her. Not to mention all the other slaves they were about to mercilessly and mindlessly execute.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 13, 2013 19:33:03 GMT -5
"Hey! Did you say something?" The guard who had pushed S-616 though he heard L-9261 say something. Or at least he thought he might had saw his mouth moving. "Speak up punk! You want to make something of it slave?"
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 15, 2013 16:30:36 GMT -5
S-616 turned around to face the guard that shoved him, seeing him now having a go at L926-1. Taking a few steps closer, S-616 drew his arms back and shoved the guard in return. "I'd like to make something of it." He said, backing up a few paces and raising his fists.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 18, 2013 8:48:59 GMT -5
As the guard that S-616 pushed went backwards, all hell broke loose. The cargo truck carrying the slaves stopped as the guard on board became alert and held on to their prisoners fast. The guards on the ground began to push their way through the crowds as the slaves all around began to panic and run for safety. The group of slaves that came to liberate their friends were swarmed. Over the noise of the crowd they heard a voice exclaim, "Those are the slaves we are looking for, capture them!". S-616 was confronted with a guard aiming a radiation rifle at his head. N33 watched as a pair of Alicons appeared out of the crowd, transform and rush in to flank him at his left and right. L926-1 felt something heavy hit him in the back of the head as a Bailiff struck him from behind with a club. A net from above had entangled T-474 before the agile robot could spring into action. H865 struggled against his chains as he watched his comrades fall to the might of the Quintesson forces. He guards on the truck struck him with their clubs to bring him under control. S97 had remained where she was but was well aware of what was happening around her. An expression of sadness over came her face as she watched the bailiffs swarm over L926-1. More and more Alicons appeared from the crowd, surrounding the group. From above the walls of the Sharkitcon pit came a one-man hover pod. On it stood General Ghyrik. He came down lower, elevating just a few feet above the commotion, smiling a wicked grin as he watched his troops go to work. "Thought you could escape the Quintessons? Foolish simpletons! Bailiffs, make this quick. The Sharkticons grow hungrier with every passing moment!"
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Post by Onix Solo on Jun 18, 2013 15:10:07 GMT -5
T-474 struggled in the net, trying to flex his appendages to release himself from it, "slag them all, I told them to wait until the right moment."
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Post by Hoist on Jun 18, 2013 20:37:23 GMT -5
Stunned by the blow to the back of his head, L926-1 went down to the ground on one as chaos began to erupt around him, the blow sending jarring something and sending a faulty neural impulse to his optics making them in effect "see double" for a klik. As he looked up has saw the Alicons charging forward, T-474 struggling in a still net, and there in the center of the chaos, a picture of stillness was S97, a look of sadness on her face, but safe never-the-less. Time seemed to go into slow motion for a micron around him, Alicons charging, slaves fleeing for there lives... A brief smile, not for joy, not for happiness or humor but the madness in the situation came and passed when he saw S92 where she was.. In a micron, time flew forward.. L926-1 leaped back up with a deep out-cry, a roar; and struck one of the bailiffs as everything in his cranium went back to normal time.. Panic, screaming, slaves running everywhere, L926-1 had just struck one of the bailiffs and charged at another fists flying...
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jun 19, 2013 4:54:11 GMT -5
N33 had been about to move to S-616's aid when chaos had erupted all around him. He instinctively turned to S-616's back, hoping they could hold off the oncoming bailiffs- realising all too late that he was being flanked. He realised immediately then that Ghyrik had outplayed them- and that if any of his friends died now, he would have had a hand in it for rushing in so quickly. His shoulders dropped, he closed his optics, and for a moment, his spark failed. He muttered quietly to himself. "Slaggit. Not again. I can't lose them all again."
Then, he was back, trying to show no weakness. His fists clenched and raised, he spoke urgently to S-616. "If we do not make it out of this, it was an honor to know you. I would that we could have met sooner, my friend."
With that, he pushed with his magnetic powers, sending a wall of electromagnetic energy in the direction of one of the bailiffs. Staying close to his comrade, he flung himself in the direction of the other, swinging with both fists for the stocky creature's head.
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Post by Bomblast on Jun 19, 2013 18:23:54 GMT -5
S-616 grunted as he eyed the approaching guards. "As much as I agree with those sentiments, save your farewells for the afterlife. We're not finished yet, not by a long shot." He said to N33. S-616 then deployed both his arm blades and lashed out at the nearest guard to him.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 19, 2013 22:58:54 GMT -5
One of S-616's blades ripped the barrel off a radiation weapon. But as one guard was rendered weaponless, the other took the blunt end of his rifle and smashed it in to the head of the slave. The guards could not contain the wild attack of the one known as L926-1, so they call for more guards to swarm in on the wild slave. The Alicons surrounded T-474, who struggled but all it seem to do was make the Alicons more vicious as they watched a potential meal fight to escape them. N33's blast was successful in knocking down a guard, but more guards came at him. In a matter of minutes it seemed that the slaves would be torn apart. But then General Ghyrik got involved. "Stand down!" All the Quintesson forces backed away from the slaves, who refused to give up. Then the Quintesson General reveal a control panel in his hand and pressed a button with his thumb. The slaves collars on the four slaves were reactivated, sending thousands of bolts of electricity through their body's until they were close to passing out. Once the slaves had what ever fight they had taken out of them, Ghyrik gave the order. "Put them on the truck. The pit awaits them. Did you really think you could master Quintesson technology so easily? Fools! All you did was save us the trouble of finding you ourselves." One by one each slave was lifted and placed on the truck. H865 and S97 tried to comfort their friends as well as they could as the truck moved on. "A valiant effort my friends. I only wish that your reward for it would not be the fate that is ours.' S97 tried to make L926-1 as comfortable as she could, but she also wanted to yell at him for taking such an dangerous task of saving her and H865.
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Post by Onix Solo on Jul 18, 2013 10:52:05 GMT -5
T-474 ceased to struggle in the net that ensnared him.
"Well, it was as much as we could try to accomplish. At least we will have friends to die with."
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Post by Hoist on Jul 21, 2013 9:43:01 GMT -5
Sitting within the confines of the truck, in shackles and still with the collar, L926-1 caught S97's attention making him bow his head for a klik. He was glad she was alright but still felt like he had failed the group, and now they would be punished, punished and most likely put to death if not back to slave camps until such time until their demise. He raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words to day to S97, instead just bowing his head again. At least they were together one last time, although N33 was currently in a state of unconsciousness, mobbed by the guards.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 22, 2013 12:07:09 GMT -5
As the truck was made its way to the edge of the pit, the crowd began to settle down. Guards were taking their positions and making sure all was right before the slaves were to be feed to the Sharkticons. General Ghyrik flew his hover pod upwards to the top balcony where his Quintesson masters would stand and watch. There Judge Heirodyus and Lord Kledji were station. "There my Lord," Began the general. "The slaves who were responsible for all the trouble have been caught. And now shall be made an example of. You can always count on your military to take care of matters around here Lord Kledji." Judge Heirodyus wanted to spin his faces around to give the general the appropriate expression, but thought better of it. Down below, the slaves were being taken off the truck. Each slave had there cuffs taken and neck collars taken off while under careful watch by heavily armed guards. They were then pushed to the middle of the arena, where they knew that just below the ground was certain death.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Jul 28, 2013 7:49:21 GMT -5
N33 was lain face down across the floor of the truck, having been mobbed by guards and slung across it's bottom. As the truck pulled up, he was rolled onto his front, and his optics flickered back into life, his hands making fists through his cuffs. He remembered where he was. And he knew this was the end. Him and his new companions would be dead in minutes. N33 tried to keep up a calm exterior, but inside he was fearful. He tried telling himself that he was insignificant, that the cause would live on and that future generations of slaves would step out of the darkness and into the light of freedom. But he could not stop thinking of all the things he'd never do now- all the things he'd hoped to do, places he'd only ever read about and always hoped to see. Stepping out of the truck, he allowed his prisoner's attire to be removed, looking queerly at the guards as they did. He spoke to them in a cracked voice. "I forgive you. Wholly and completely. We all do."As the cuffs finally fell from his hands, he stretched his wrists and neck, and staggered into the middle of the arena. Turning to look at the crowds, he found himself staring at the top balcony, fixing his gaze on the judges and lords sitting high above them. He turned his body to face them, looking straight at his executioners- he could not bare to took to his friends.
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Post by Bomblast on Jul 29, 2013 19:04:46 GMT -5
S-616 stepped off the truck and had his restraints removed. He glared at the guard whose weapon he had destroyed earlier before taking his place with the other slaves. He stood next to N33. He nudged the other mech. "I'll be honest, that went better than I expected. We can still give them one heck of a repair bill while we're here." He muttered as he stretched his arms and neck. For the first time in his measly life, S-616 was certain his life expectancy could be counted in astro-seconds. He knew they were all doomed, he just hoped his face didn't show it.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Aug 11, 2013 20:36:28 GMT -5
All was on in readiness. The group slaves, those who were taken into the arena on the cargo truck and those who had tried to save them, were now all in the middle of the arena. The guards had stripped them of their shackles and collars, were now backing away to leave the slaves to their fate. One slave tried to run for the wall that separated the crowd from those condemned, but a guard mercilessly open fired and shot him before the frighten slaves was anywhere close to the wall. Soon the guards were on the other side of the protective barrier, where they could watch as the slaughter began. The slaves soon felt the ground under them shake and vibrate. They watched as the arena floor around them began to move. The ground was slide away in to the edge of the walls, creating a circle of liquid that surrounded the slaves and the newly created platform that they now stood on. The arena was no longer that but it was now more like a pool with a small flat island in the middle where the slaves stood close to one another. Huddled together, trying to make space where there was none. The crowd looked down in terror. Many cried out to the would be victims below, as sadness and horror filled their sparks. But even with as much pity as they felt for the group below, each spectator was secretly relieved that it was not them down there instead. The crowd was then taken back as the liquid began to stir. Movement could be seen underneath the surface as shadows glided and circled around. Then the dorsal fins of the Sharkicons began to cut through as the hungry creatures rose to the surface to investigate. H865 looked on as death surrounded him and his comrades. "Fear not, these non-believers think they are sending us to our deaths, instead they are returning us to Primus." As the crowd began to calm down, Lord Kendji rose to speak. The crowd then went completely silent as not to anger the supreme judge. "These slaves are here because they have broken Quintesson law and will be punished. They dared to cross in the affairs of higher life forms and their superiors! They will be put to death and suffer a grueling painful end as soon as they are found to be guilty. But first, before judgement is passed, we shall allow the condemned beg for their worthless lives." The slaves knew they had just a few minutes before their sentence was read and their sentence was carried out.
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