Ba~al Rafar
Cassette
"You who have no fear..... are you now afraid?"
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Post by Ba~al Rafar on Apr 14, 2004 11:53:00 GMT -5
[glow=orange,left,300]Ba~al Rafar turns slowly towards the voice, her razor wolf snarling at her side. Looking at the newcomer she speaks clearly to him.
Who, are you to query me? I answer to no one... if I were your enemy... you'd be dead by now...
Her wings unfurl to intimidate him as she speaks again... Ba~al looked at Bludgeon.
"I know you. You were working for Death's Head as well. I am Ba~al Rafar. DH may be dead, but our true master isn't.... come this way. I know of his ship. DH, if alive will be angry at us for taking it but no matter.... Armada will protect us, sort of...."
Ba~al with her Razor Wolf, lead Bludgeon out of the base and into a back ally. There a small ship was hidden. A 3 man vessel, armed with only laser canons, shields and no cloaking device. When they blasted off they would attract attention, so they will have to fly fast and try and join the traffic lines and blend in as best they could.[/glow]
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 14, 2004 12:08:44 GMT -5
OOC: cool sig... intimidating (: Familiar though. This post happens before the previous one. I was posting and it took a while the other one posted before me...
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Bludgeon chuckled. The veteran drew his sword. Focussed he a$$umed a more appropriate pose. Her wings didn't impress him. He was created to be a warrior tactician... and he was old... experienced. He was not intimidated by such a mere show. Besides the wings would be useless for flight. He saw a canine animal. That was an important facet. She had backup though not too strong enough to distract him. She was a woman. And looking at her and her movements she was clearly not as resiliant and experienced. But her movements also betrayed a certain agility and training together with an elegance rarely seen. To a Samurai Warrior who followed a strict code, upholding the most ancient Decepticon ways this was interesting. She had a predatory aura and he sensed she was powerful... . He could take her in normal circumstances... . But at the cost of many wounds. And in their present conditions... wounded... low on energon ro so he a$$umed she was. She might have an edge and he would not be able to know. But most of all... she might be a Destructicon... a real one and a potential ally. She seemed honourable in her own way. She stood their rather proud and defiantly. The empty sockets of his skullface stared at her. He than smirked. He nodded and sheathed his sword. He fought and enjoyed it... but he did not enjoy fighting women and certainly not if she might be on his side. Plus... combat might attract the forces in the area. He made a small bow but his eyes never left her. A warrior never looked away from anyone. His grim, dark voice... spoke... it was cold and devoid of emotion "Your are correct milady. Perhaps you could've killed me" he spoke softly "I also a$$ume you are a Destructicon like me..." he said. "Allow me to present myself... Officer Bludgeon... Pretender Tactician and former ruler of Warworld" he said. "Judging from the way you sneak around and how you... 'look' ... I'd say you're here for some supplies like me..." Bludgeon said. He moved a bit closer his hands slightly raised. He moved with a grace and elegance most male Transformers did not have. The Master of the ancient Cybertronian art of Metalikato was famous for his speed and skill... his duelling style was often described as a dance of swords... or in short a sworddance. He stopped halfway. Though acting defenceless he was not but he did give her the edge if she decided to fight. Bludgeon was aware of this and some may call it foolishly. But if all Destructicons were honourless as Rainstorm was he no longer would serve the faction that had followed in the footsteps of the Decepticon cause. For he had been gone long and much had changed. He even feared Armada would no longer recognise him. "Alea ecta est... ." he said "Choose your path maiden of war..." he said coldly. He had a philosphical streak to him and was a warrior on the brink of melodrama but than again one such as him was one big melancholic utopia of seemignly lost ideals in a world without order or honour. Where warriors were rare but butchers and pacifists turned soldier ruled supreme.
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Ba~al Rafar
Cassette
"You who have no fear..... are you now afraid?"
Posts: 150
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Post by Ba~al Rafar on Apr 14, 2004 12:36:07 GMT -5
OOC: I edited my prior post... thank you for your help! [glow=orange,left,300] Ba~al Rafar enters DH's ship with her razor wolf (BallMuncher if that is ok?! ;D) and sits herself in the pilot's chair. Motioning to Bludgen to enter and set himself up, she readies the controls for take off.[/glow]
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 14, 2004 12:43:05 GMT -5
OOC: so we are changing the plot... mmm okay
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Bludgeon sat down in next to her. Arms crossed he looked around. "I suggest we fly in overdrive... diverting as much power to the engines as possible... ." Bludgeon said.
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 15, 2004 8:36:31 GMT -5
Above them they could see the traffic lanes, busy as ever. Airborn Vice patrols soared across the sky in an attempt to lock down on any illegal trepassors into Cybertron's air space as well as trying to capture any Destructicons sneaking in to cybertron's air space.
Their best bet was to try and blend in and look like the rest of tarrific. But the outer patrol further up in the planet's orbit was another matter all together.
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 15, 2004 10:37:13 GMT -5
"mmmm best to blend in with the trafffic and slow down. Follow the trafic regulations... . As soon as we're able we should get the hell out of here... but we'll need a better moment" Bludgeon said.
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Ba~al Rafar
Cassette
"You who have no fear..... are you now afraid?"
Posts: 150
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Post by Ba~al Rafar on Apr 15, 2004 14:51:20 GMT -5
[glow=orange,left,300]Ba~al glares at Bludgen,
*who does he think he is... giving orders....* She does as she knows, take of is noisy but easy done.... She follows her instincts with the traffic not knowing if the vice below them heard their take-off nor caring either way. Blending in well enough, for her liking, with the rest of the traffic, she sets a course for section 49G and looks to Bludgen again,
Ready yourself... this isn't going to be smooth once we get out of here....[/glow]
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 16, 2004 2:23:30 GMT -5
Bludgeon chuckles. "Fine young one. I do hope your generation is rash and reckless... because" he looked up. A squadron of military vessels passed by "This will take quite a lot of dare" he looked at the scanner. e rather liked her she was prideful, arrogant, egocentric and full of herself... but she had much talent and was quite promising as a warrior. If she'd have been a true Destructicon he might have thought of training her in the secret ways. But he knew too little of her and he sure didn't trust her. She gained her strenght from a certain predatory side but it seemed at times to dominate. He looked at her pet... it lay calm and relexed. "May I suggest a small course change milady" he pointed at the virtual map. This nearby sector is even better... more trafic and... a vertral rise... . A lot of young pups tend to play games here... . Dangerous ones... . It would give us an excuse to do as them... after the police intervenes to stop some of them" he said; Cybertronian airspace was dangerous in these regions where playing chicken had taken an extreme form in the poorer regions.
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 16, 2004 8:54:17 GMT -5
Then the ships comlink piped up. "Vice patrol. Random and routine ID check , state your business please."
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 16, 2004 9:14:06 GMT -5
Bludgeon looked at his pilot and than responded "We're evil Decepticons who just landed... got shot at stole this grotesque vehicle and are now planning on taking over Cybertron with it sir" Bludgeon chuckled "Can't you guys ever give us a break? I don't see why these routine checks are useful. I have a job and I need to get there in time sir. Instead of picking on the decent civilians you should take care of..." he saw something "Kids like that!". Three vessels and one transformed young one both flew towars each other and just in the nick of time flew up. "Those chicken games are dangerous yesterday one of those blasted youngsters almost got me killed!" Bludgeon fakingly complained. Another one did the dangerous show. They clearly were trying to get into trouble so they could race the security forces. "Those blasted youngsters... can you believe how crazy they are. If they divert course they crash and going vertical so drastically in that last instant... god..." he muttered to the voice on the commlink. "YOu should put them in the brig or no wait... my wife had a better idea...".
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 20, 2004 9:10:29 GMT -5
The comlink sounded again. "Sir you have failed to present us with your identification, we ask again for identification. You have five seconds to replie." The Vice Unit on the other side of the comlink said sternly.
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 20, 2004 9:43:20 GMT -5
Bludgeon sighed "Fine fine... I'm looking for them... here it is...". Bludgeon opened some lockers. Fake papers lay in there. But he had no idea if they were useful still. He assumed they were since Death's Head wouldn't have had an easy time getting on and off the planet without them..." Bludgeon said. He himself had come here aboard the ship of some comrades. Whatever happened to them he didn't know. "Here I'm sending my ID Nr. and an ID tag..." he said putting it in the comp. He looked at his companion to let her know that if this failed it was her turn to think of something.
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 20, 2004 11:25:13 GMT -5
IDs recieved, the Vice Units respond back. "Ok sir proceed, and be careful of those susidal flyers out there sir, be warned to steer clear of them."
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Post by Darthvegeta800 on Apr 20, 2004 11:33:00 GMT -5
"We will... thanks. Though I don't understand why you don't... well I don't know do SOMETHING about it. But than again I suppose nobody can" Bludgeon said. He deactivated the comm. He turned to the female. He merely looked at her than he returned to looking outside with his arms crossed.
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Post by latyrx7 on Apr 20, 2004 11:50:45 GMT -5
And then on the Vice ship Bludgeon had just talked to a moment before...
"Sir!"
"Yes?"
"That code they gave us sir?"
"Yes what is it?!"
"We just recieved an update that its a fake. Infact that ship belongs to the bounty hunter Death's Head! Vice forces have just uncovered his base in Iacon sir."
"Slag it all to frell! Get after that ship! NOW!"
The Vice ship and a few others go after Bludgeon and Ba~al with their sirens blazing.
Ba`al "I believe your plan didn't work Husband! Man the guns and I'll get us out of here!"
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