Post by Neo Calrissian on Nov 14, 2008 3:04:40 GMT -5
Emirate Deadlock returned the salute. "Commander Hercules. It's an honor to make your acquaintance. I must talk to you on a matter of the gravest importance..."
Windtunnell calmed down slightly. "No...Spiders...No...Spiders... Emirate...Deadlock...Has...he...made it? Me and SHIELD were escorting him when...we were attacked...by..."He shuddered, curling up into a nauseated ball. It was evident he would say no more.
Post by Thunderclap on Nov 14, 2008 17:58:26 GMT -5
Plats frowned. "Rovino and Rovina have found something and Hercules went to check what it, or who it is. There's no need to worry... everything's going to be fine." He sent a silently prayer hoping that he was right.
Hercules frowned. "I figured that you being here and a mech crashing not to far away wasn't a good thing." Without looking at Rovino and Rovina, he lifted a hand and gave them both a small wave. "Dissmissed. Thanks guys." He said to them and waited until they had left side by side before turning on his heel. "Let's go inside." He took a pace, then paused to look over his shoulder. "Unless you'd prefere to stay outside."
Post by Thunderclap on Nov 17, 2008 19:34:05 GMT -5
Hercules grinned and led the way into hte Common Room. He waited until both of them were inside before closing the door with a frown. He turned to Emirate Deadlock. "Now then. I think you have some explain'in' to do, eh?" He said, optic band dimming marroon.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Nov 20, 2008 8:21:11 GMT -5
"Indeed. I was in the process of being escorted to this very base by Special Ops Unit SHIELD, when we were attacked by several Supremacy Drones. After using there brute strength to capture SHIELD, it was just me, Windtunnell and Padlock. Padlock was defeated, but Windtunnell I sent ahead to warn you. Where is he? I hoped that he would make it back.... Even in his condition..."
Post by Thunderclap on Nov 22, 2008 12:44:08 GMT -5
Hercules frowned. He placed a finger aroudn his chin and rubbed it thoughtfully. His optic band darkened a dark shade of maroon. "Windtunnell did come. He crash landed not to far from here, and is currently in the med bay." He said simply. "And in good hands. Plates has some medical training, and is taking care of him as we currently speak."
Post by Neo Calrissian on Nov 23, 2008 3:19:17 GMT -5
"Excellent, excellent! Now, perhaps you and I could arrange for our combined forces to undertake a rescue mission, so that we might liberate the members of SHIELD. I'm banking on the controller of the Drones being inexperienced, and that should leave them vulnerable." Emirate Deadlock sat back in his seat, a reasurring smile plastered across his face.
Post by Thunderclap on Nov 27, 2008 18:35:26 GMT -5
Hercules frowned and pondered this. SHIED must be rescued, but then again he risked all his fellow TIDADC members, plus Emirate Deadlock. He placed a heavy camoflouged hand on his head and scratched it with a frown, the ran it along his chin. "Aye sir, that would be a good disadvantage... But when don't reall yknow what to expect." His red optic band stayed dark maroon. "I risk my fellow members, plus loosing you, sir." He looked angry, and about to say 'no' before he laughed. "We'd better get a move on! I wanna be sipping Tim Hortons by 20 hundred." He laughed sarcasticly.
Post by Thunderclap on Nov 30, 2008 11:47:22 GMT -5
Hercules laughed. "Only da best place other then Cybertron!" His optic band brightened happily. "It's a Canadian thing..." He chuckled, standing up briskly and heading to the door. "I suppose we'd best be on our way!" He smiled, waiting for Emirate at the door jamb.
Hercules chuckled. "Where I was headed." He walked down another hallway and opned a door. Walking threw, he noticed Windtunnell awake, yet curled up. He frowned, optic band dark as he crossed the room to Plates. The smaller stealth jet seemed slightly releived to see him, and walked over to meet him.
"Seemed to be spiders sir." Plates spoke in his usual quiet tone of voice. "Didn't really say more... said they were escorting." He gave a small shrug.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Dec 13, 2008 5:50:21 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry that I've been gone for while, I've been feeling quite uninspired and there have been studies to be catching up with after finishing a drama production. I ca assure you that I am NOT dead. ... ...Or am I?
"Escorting me, per chance, Plates?" Emirate Deadlock entered behind Hercules, a smile broad on his face. He strode up to the curled up Windtunnell. "And how are you, soldier?" "Fine, thank you sir." "Good. We'll be needing your help, when you're ready." "You'll have it." Windtunnell stood up, saluting his two commanders.
Post by Thunderclap on Dec 21, 2008 0:21:28 GMT -5
Plates studdered completly and trembled slightly, jumping up in surprise and dashing to hide by Hercules. "E-em-e-e-emir-rate D-dead-d-dl-l-lock!"
Hercules chuckled. [color-limegreen]"Catch you bu surprise, eh? Well. SURPRISE!"[/color] He yelled, the giving a grin before turning to Windtunnell. His face hardened to his usual, gruffy, brute like personality that all his comerades knew him by. "Well, prepair or gett'n' ready what ever ya kneed te do before I whipp y'app into shape." He grumbled, standing strait and proudly before returning the salute. His large camofloged head snapped back to Plates. "Fetch Rovino, Rovina and Chipper." Plates was already gone before he finished. Optic band dark maroon with thoughts, he turned to Emirate and Windtunnell, paused, threw a salute, and left, squeezing his bulky frame threw the door.
"Hanger 17- I won't wait long." He said ruffly, meaning it, as he turned down the corridor without a second glance. Usually he turned this way when he was angry, injured, troubled, annoyed, deep in thought, or when he needed a coffee break and Tim Hortons on the Canadian Border. But most of the time it was him, and the TIDADC members got along with him perfectly.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Dec 21, 2008 12:50:40 GMT -5
"He seems a good commander. Friendly, understanding." Emirate Deadlock turned to Plates, constructing his customary wall of gruff certainty. "Well? Don't just stand there gaping! HOP TO IT, SOLDIER! QUICK MARCH! ONE TWO ONE TWO ONE TWO!"