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Post by Neo Calrissian on Mar 9, 2009 5:58:53 GMT -5
FireRain nodded, other life... "The rest of the Coalition should be here." He shouted. His 'ears' were ringing with an echo of the crash. He glanced around what was left of the room they were in. FireRain hoped his friends weren't beneath whatever had just crashed through the wall opposite him. FireRain hopped along on his one good leg, then glaced at Air Stream. "I'm just going to slow you down. Go on without me. Maybe my team's medics will chance by here." ========================= Airstream transformed into his robot mode, grabbing the larger bot and steadying him.. "I am Airstream. What is your name?" |
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Post by Van on Mar 9, 2009 9:19:55 GMT -5
FireRain's optics flashed, as if he were blinking. He tried to follow what Air Stream had just said, but.... maybe his mind was still a little rattled.
Certainly, it was all he could do from going into stasis with how much pain he was enduring. His entire left side seemed devoid of it's armour plating, and his leg was missing even more. Joint lubrication was leaking down his leg in slow rivulets.
He felt completely off balance, maybe that was sympathetic towards the dull throbbing pain located in his left shoulder. His missile pod lay to his right a little ways, it had a dent in it from something...
"FireRain, and thank you. Kavizs Prax is a huge Station... I'm not too sure where to start looking for the other members of the Coalition."
The dust had settled quickly in this room, the increased gravity pulling it faster than is normal. It was dark, too. His sight was locked in the green of night vision, while a small scanner fed him thermal images every 3 seconds.
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Post by Thunderclap on Mar 9, 2009 16:51:24 GMT -5
Cyberwolf blinked back to reality, her head shooting off her paws and held erect under the small pile of rubble. Her ears stood on end.
"Scared of what? What manner of Bot are you? Come where we might see you."
Someone was there... probably two seeing hows they said 'we'. She shuffled her paws underneath her body, and even though she was under things, she still tried to look around and see.
"It's so dark..." Her voice trailed off and she flattened against the floor again. "And I'm so alone... but not anymore! Someone's here now!" She lifted her head again and smiled.
"I'm Cyberwolf! and I'd love to come out but I'm really stuck!" She said while trying to stand up all the way. She felt the table shuffle slightly against her back, but it didn't move much.
"I'm stuck!" She shrieked in alarm, doubling her efforts to try and get out. She felt a little bit of panic leap into her systems. "I can't get out!"
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Post by Van on Mar 12, 2009 16:55:22 GMT -5
Scope and GreaseTrap holstered their weapons, respectively, and entered the room in a cautious walk. The room seemed mostly empty. A destroyed computer information-storing centre lay scattered in pieces along the same wall CyberWolf was pinned against.
The two tables actually turned out to be a foot thick solid metal operating table, and a sort of vertical containment table. There was an indentation in it for a bot's armour, with several metal clamps and straps for various appendages.
Due to increased gravitational pull, both tables were rather un-light, and it took both Scope and GreaseTrap together to get them off the pup.
Finally, with a pair of strained grunts, the Coalition's leader and his medical adviser relocated the second table enough for CyberWolf to crawl out from beneath them.
Scope took a step back towards the opposite side of the room and waited, incase GreaseTrap had to work any of his "magic."
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The Kavizs Prax Station drifted in it's minor orbit, behind a planet. The system's sun was on the otherside of the planet, which threw the Station into total darkness.
The shadows in the Station could almost be considered real, as they moved and swayed with the sparking electrical currents, or flashing panels.
An eerie and unearthly silence fell over the Station.
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Zab's eyes twitched open. He lay there in fetal position, trembling against himself. The wall behind him felt solid, and frozen. He couldn't melt away and stay hidden if he had tried, he felt so... tired and stiff.
So unusually frightened.
He picked up his furry head, and watched as shadow enveloped the room he was in, a solid black mass crawl along the floor devouring space and mass as it coalesced closer.
It reached Zab as he was trying to scrabble further against the wall, and let out an ear piercing scream as the darkness swallowed him whole.
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Post by Thunderclap on Mar 12, 2009 18:56:10 GMT -5
Cyberwolf winced as things shifted around her. What was going on. Flattening herself as mch as she could against the floor, she watched with wide optics at the shifting 'walls' around her. A small gap came into view and for a few moments, she just stared at it. Blinking, she wondered what was going to happen, and why she couldn't remember why she was trapped. 'Did I do anything wrong?' Curious, cramped, and eager to get out, Cyberwolf slowly creeped forward. Like a small hunting creature, belly close to the floor, she edged her way over to the hole. Poking her head out, she glanced around and crawled out.
Now this was better. She was in a bigger area, yet it seemed so hard to stand up. Frowning, and curious at the feeling, she stretched like a giant cat, then shook ruffly to shake the feeling as much as she could. Exhaling loudly, she then turned to investigate the room. How did the walls move? What happened in here?
Then things went black. Jumping in surprise, she darted a few feet to her left as the shadow fell over her and the room. Black. Optics wide in surprise, Cyberwolf tried to see anything, the glow in between her cracks of armour seemed to give off enough light for her to see inches in front of her nose. Not bad. Glancing around the room yet again, she investigated more closely and spotted a large figure at the other side of the room. Okay... who was that? Turning her head around she saw GreaseTrap. This one was much closer.
She was silent for a long time. "Thank you!" She purred. "It was SUPER cramped in there! Dark and small!"
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Post by Van on Mar 14, 2009 7:01:57 GMT -5
GreaseTrap walked closer to CyberWolf in his best unintimidating pace as he could, which might prove to be rather scarey coming from a Junkion in the purest of darkness. The Wolf's odd florescence making shadows play across his face.
"Allow me to check over you, before you go dancing about..."
His eyes filtered to his scanner, and his hands hummed quietly as he twirled them around the Femme, never touching her. Nodding, his optics filtered back.
"Nothing too bad, you'll be fine."
Scope took a step closer in the darkness, several spots around his armour produced small points of light, which pooled together infront of him like he were holding a foglight.
Scope looked at the wolf, his optics pensive, "I don't suppose you remember why you're here, do you?" He then looked at the table with the holding restraints, and wondered to himself.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Mar 14, 2009 11:56:14 GMT -5
FireRain's optics flashed, as if he were blinking. He tried to follow what Air Stream had just said, but.... maybe his mind was still a little rattled. Certainly, it was all he could do from going into stasis with how much pain he was enduring. His entire left side seemed devoid of it's armour plating, and his leg was missing even more. Joint lubrication was leaking down his leg in slow rivulets. He felt completely off balance, maybe that was sympathetic towards the dull throbbing pain located in his left shoulder. His missile pod lay to his right a little ways, it had a dent in it from something... "FireRain, and thank you. Kavizs Prax is a huge Station... I'm not too sure where to start looking for the other members of the Coalition." The dust had settled quickly in this room, the increased gravity pulling it faster than is normal. It was dark, too. His sight was locked in the green of night vision, while a small scanner fed him thermal images every 3 seconds. Airstream squinted in the darkness. "Do you have a map of some sort? Perhaps we could systematically search areas more likely to have members of your team, a mess hall, for instance. It would appear that some sort of battle took place. Logically, a mess hall is a strategic battle point, as it is large, and the tables would make a good barrier."The dragon bot smiled slightly. "Like I said. I'm rather a logical person." |
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Post by Thunderclap on Mar 14, 2009 14:55:10 GMT -5
Cyberwolf stiffened as GreaseTrap approached, she side stepped a little bit off to one side, optics narrowing. She never really trusted medics, and often fought back in a responce. Her bite is definitely worse then her bark, ad they had her clasped in holding restraits to do regular check ups.
When GreaseTrap gave her the okay, she winced at the light Scope created and turned her head to look at him. She transformed into bot mode, and stood up. These mechs were so much bigger then she, and Cyberwolf felt so small and pathetic next to them.
"Ummm.... I don't really remember much.... just being trapped under that-" She turned around to look at the tables. "Coffe tables? Ooooo! I always wanted a dresser!!!"
She grins turning back to Scope and GreaseTrap. Now she could see the whole room, and what a mess it was. Her optics widened in surprise. "Is THIS what MY place looks like?! What a mess!!! You think they'd do a little house cleaning around here! Who ever lives here must have been reaaaaaaaaaaaally busy to not do all this work!" She sighed, and looked back at the others.
"What's going on? What happened? Who are you two?" She blurted, feeling uncapable to hold her own questions. Very rare she had visitors. A head tilted to one side in curiousity.
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Post by Van on Mar 17, 2009 17:10:40 GMT -5
FireRain squinted in the darkness, as if it would help him see any.
"Ive an incomplete map, something about security prohibiting anything more detailed."
His stuck his arm out, and it twitched. More like a convulsive reaction, his sight flashed red quickly reading 'Battle Systems Engaged,' then back to the wounded orange he'd been seeing since....
A plat in his wrist swirled into tiny pieces, and slid away revealing a LCD screen. It was red, with lighter shades of reds and oranges, showing the 'map' FireRain had on memory.
"If my guess is correct," he glanced at the mech holding him up,"and feel free to correct me, but this obtrusion before us is the Stasis Pillar... which means..."
He located their current location, or at least what he thought was their location, and tilted the central prism off to the side, which made bright red lines appear over crisscrossing diagrams of rooms, cells, offices and the like.
"Two of the mess halls would be gone, and the other would take.... me a while to get to." As FireRain said this, his wounded leg gave a bright spark of power, and locked- forcing him down onto his bad knee.
He grunted and looked up to his would-be saviour, "Sorry man. I'm all sorts of busted up. Reminds me of that time on...."
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GreaseTrap squinted at Cyberwolf as the femme seemed to ramble on for some time. A look of deep confusion playing across his metallic face.
"I am GreaseTrap, Junkion ally to the Coalition. And my friend here is Scope, leader of said group."
Scope stepped closer, placing a hand on his friend's arm, while looking at Cyberwolf.
"We really must continue on. We've a few comrades missing yet, and it might be imperitive we locate them. You may inquire more if you choose, but let it be while on the succor."
Scope had a bad feeling in the pit of his spark. Something was wrong with the gravity still, and he hadn't heard from Zab yet. Not that communications were working at all.
Why were communications not working inside the station, or for that matter, outgoing? Why was the station suddenly so dark?
More questions.... and Scope wanted answers.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Mar 19, 2009 6:03:01 GMT -5
Airstream, being physically weak, deduced that he would not be able to lift FireRain even if he tried.
"Look... You may be running out of time. I think that the most logical solution is that I download the map, and seek out other members of the Coalition. You were right... you would slow me down, and if we are both to survive, time is of the essence."
He winced, as the hideous crack in his armour, conveniently on his inner thigh, as to be hidden to onlookers, fizzed painfully.
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Post by Thunderclap on Mar 20, 2009 22:13:44 GMT -5
Cyberwolf frowned, ears so conveiniently placed ontop of her head twitched slightly in the little thoughts she had. "Okay. I wish you guys luck!" She smiled at them both, their names on the tip of her tongue but not fully there yet. She frowned, and another thought came to mind.
"Heeeyy! I can help! I'll keep my optics peeled! Ears to the ground! No one will ever get passed me unoticed!" she grinned. The air seemed to feel heavier, and something about that pricked the back of her mind. It was dark, very dark and frightening, but her body pumped confidence threw her curcuitry to gain her bravery up a few more notches. But the darkness and the heavy air and gravity made her ears twitch every now and then, in almost ... worry, nervousness.
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