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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 28, 2010 21:18:27 GMT -5
Late in to the solar cycle, the city of Vos is covered by darkness with only a few stars sprinkled across the sky. The traffic moves fast as citizens push to get home after a long hard day of work. They wish to leave the office buildings they labour in behind them for the night completely empty. Except for one. On the 26th floor of the Tarakron office building, one lone robot has bypassed the security cameras, making them repeat the same image of secure and empty offices, as he makes his way freely though the area. His name is Crosscut and he's desperately looking for something. He unlocks the doors to the main office chamber of the floor and goes inside. Around him are tables and computers. In this place, many Cybertronians would be working on classified material known only to a selective few. Above the cameras survey the room, but Crosscut has made sure they don't see him. Behind the largest table he sees what he believes to be what he came form. He moves around the table to his target, passing a window that over looks the main highway. He stands in front of a control panel. With a few choice buttons pushed, the control panel transforms and opens up, revealing the inside of a vault. He reaches in and takes what he has come for. He stash the item in a compartment on his person and closes the vault. As he turns around, he is greeted, face to face with a steel blade. Before him stand three Transformers he knows all too well. Three Transformers he wish weren't here. The one holding the blade about an inch from Crosscut's face spoke. ''You traitor! You are lower then the scum of a oil tank, an animal! Is this how you treat our master?''Nervous, Crosscut reacted and tried to run. The blade holding robot, instead of cutting the escaping robot, swung around and kicked Crosscut directly in the chest. The blow was so strong that Crosscut felt his body smash through the window. All three robots rushed to see the fate of Crosscut. They were surprised to see that the robot actually survived the fall. Crosscut had landed about 8 levels short of the bottom where the building stopped, on top of a highway lane. The other two robots now reacted. The much smaller one transformed and landed in his partner's hand. They began to open fire on Crosscut. Though hurt and badly damaged, Crosscut ignored the pain, transformed into his car mode and drove off as fast as he could. ''Fool! You missed him!''''I ain't the idiot who kicked him out the window. Lets move!'When crosscut landed on the highway lane, there wasn't any other vehicles around. But now, as he tried to escape, he was on the main roads, surrounded by Cybertronians in traffic. He veered from side to side in an unstable state as the damage took it's toll on him. Not too many other drivers paid him any attention and assumed he might have been drunk. It wasn't until another car from behind smashed into him. Protests and yelling came from the other drivers on the highway as the two cars clashed with each other. Horns sounded into the already noisy lanes. Soon someone was going to call in the local authorities and the sound of sirens would echo though the night. However, that would not be the case for poor Crosscut. The other car, in far better condition, rammed Crosscut again and managed to take him off the lane. The two fell, with only Crosscut's pursuer transforming in mid-air as they both fell about 70 feet to the ground. Crosscut's already dented body rolled around the ground after the impact, while the other robot managed to land on both feet with out incident. Amazingly, Crosscut transformed to his robot mode and got to his feet but he was in no condition to run. The other robot knew it as he approached confidently. 'Where do you think your going? No where, that's where punk! No one out runs Stinger!'As Stinger caught up to Crosscut, he swung him around and was greeted by a blaster in Crosscut's hand. Stinger moved just in time before a laser bolt would of hit his face. He then returned with an elbow to the side of Crosscut's head, knocking the robot down and making Crosscut lose his gun. 'Ain't your lucky cycle is it? I'll be taking that.'The robot known as Stinger picked up Crosscut's gun as the three robots from the office showed up. 'Oh hi. Bout time you all showed up. I thought I was going to have all this fun to myself.''Silence! Did you secure the files?''Don't worry, he ain't going no where.'It was true, Crosscut knew he couldn't escape. He was damaged, he couldn't run or drive away. He was cut off by these 4 super robots and behind him was the Vos state river. His exposed wounds would allow liquid in to his inner body, shorting him out. He was done for. However, he was determined to get his task done and he was damn certain to so and not let these 4 be the ones to terminate him. He slowly got to his feet and position his body so that his left side faced the river and his right side faced the 4 thugs, as if he was getting into a fighting position. The 4 robots watched as he did and spread out away from each other, ready to catch him in the cross fire if he attacked. The smaller robot, the Targetmaster, transformed and landed in his partner's hand. The one known as Stinger threw Crosscut's gun away and took out his own. The one who carried a sword, position the sword and the body to strike when Crosscut made his move. Crosscut looked at each robot in their optics, and then with a defiant yell, ran at the sword holding robot as the other two raised their guns, ready to fire. But before Crosscut made good on his attack, his chest tore open as an explosion ripped up from inside him, destroying his body. All the other robots shielded themselves from the body parts that fell to the ground. Finally they let their guard down and looked around on the ground. 'Damn coward took his own life, I knew he didn't have an ounce of real steel in him.''No talking! The file must be found.''You have got to be kidding! That explosion would of destroyed it. The fool did our work for us! Atlas is going to be happy with us, thats for sure.'As laughter from the robots filled the night, their evil deed went unnoticed, leaving no evidence of what truly happened. Except, for something that evaded their notice. The file that they were after was in fact continuing it's escape on its own as it traveled with the current of the Vos river, taking it far away from dangerous hands.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 28, 2010 21:24:33 GMT -5
2 Solar Cycles later...
Straight out from the cover of light from Cybertron's sun, coming down faster then anything caught in the gravitational pull of a black hole, a squad of jets made for the surface below him. Each Aerialbot, primed for combat and their wings fully loaded, locked on their target and didn't let up on the speed. No one below knew they were coming.
At the last minute, they straighten out and prepared themselves to fire, as they swooped up just seconds before they would of hit the ground, they passed over their target, veered back up and open fired. A burst of fireworks exploded over the crowd the Airialbot squad had targeted. The crowd, caught off guard and screaming with joy and excitement, clapped and praised the unexpected air show as the jets above them then began to perform aerial maneuvers as past of the performance.
It was the graduation day for many of the recruits form the various Autobot programs. Many different sections from the Protectobot Security Forces, to the Autobot Army Reserves, to Aerialbot Defenses, and even to a slightly classified group known only by their code name Renegades, were present.
The Autobot council was present with the Matrix bearer and leader Optanica Prime. They were on hand to present awards to outstanding recruits and to give speeches, wishing the Autobots good luck and thanking them for taking the responsibility of Cybertron's protection on to themselves.
Among the Renegades, Omnitron, the first officer in charge of supervising the new group while they were on any mission and who was responsible for running the training programs that selected them, watched the ceremony with a visible lack of patience's. One of the Renegades, who had been a pain in his neck during training, couldn't help but to notice his discomfort and commented on it. 'Hey Omnitron. You don't look like you dig all this ceremony slag, am I right?'
'Ceremonial celebrations are a waste of time and energy when other more pressing matter are of concern. And for future reference, you will address me as the senior officer that I am, either by calling me commander or sir, got that Incognito?'
'Sir, yes sir!'
As the final wave of Airealbots passed over, it was time for Optanica Prime to make her speech.
(ooc: All approved players may post here. Its been 2 months since Regeneration. If you haven't figured out your at a Military show for the Autobot graduates. New players and new characters can act like they know each other since your all surrounded by Renegade and Autobot recruits you've been training with for months.)
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 29, 2010 5:22:06 GMT -5
Incendius was stood silently at the back of the group. He was watching the fireworks intently, as the sparks glimmered over the crowds of graduates. He turned as he heard a fammilair voice behind him. "Still impressed by fireworks, Incendius? I thought I'd rebuilt you better than that." He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the bot who's sneraing face he'd seen far too much of in the past few months: Phasmatis. "What do want?" The Scourge-a-like tutted. "So impatient! Don't worry, Incendius: I'm here for the exact same reason you are, if only you'd admit it." "Really? Didn't know you were big on ceremonial occasions, Phasmatis. Go annoy somone else; this is getting old." The black bot shrugged and walked off. Incendius turned to watch Optanica's speach, walking towards the front of the crowd for, half for a better look, half to get as far away as he could from his old enemy...
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Post by Hoist on Apr 29, 2010 6:06:58 GMT -5
It hadn't been a quarter of a stellar-cycle since the training, and here they stood once more on their home planet of Cybertron. Watching in gloomy silence at the "celebrations", Hardstrike was still dealing with the percussions of the training, added to which he was now keeping secrets from Cryptica.
He had only spoken to his favourite femmebot a few times since they returned, but already she had noticed a change in him. She knew something was troubling him, yet Hardstrike dare not speak it's name. he hadn't told Cyrptica he had cause d the death of many Autobots, watched at comrades of his were tortured to death before their optics in glass chambers. Simulation or not, it had caused Hardstrike to re-evaluate his own beliefs, and now this. Now he had joined a top secret, and highly classified group - the Renegades. And he hadn't ecen the spark to tell Cryptica, at least not yet. She had made it very easy for him, telling him he could tell her anything, but then who was keeping the bigger secret him or her? She still hadn't told him what she was doing at that AUtobot council building when it blew, or what it was she activated before they left just before the initial blast. There were many things he still didn't know about her and what she did. That didn't make it any easier however, he knew he had to tell her, and hoped due to the secretness of their group they wouldn't be identified as Renegades. For she was only a few feet away.
Hardstrike stood rigid as he turned just his head to look at Cryptica, seeing the smile on her face at the sight of the fireworks and now waiting in anticipation at Optanica's speech. She hadn't noticed him looking, but something turned her head, something because they were connected bonded at their initial meeting, instinctively knowing when the other was around? Seeing Hardstrike's serious face, her own warm features dissipated for a second, that knowledge of something troubling her friend returning, before returning to face the Autobot leader.
If only he could tell her, he didn't want to hurt her but wasn't sure how she would take the news. At the moment, for the first time Hardstrike felt really alone for the first time in his creation as he continued to watch Cryptica for a while..
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 29, 2010 11:37:41 GMT -5
Computic stood tall and proud. He was feeling quite content today as he felt he had come along way since joining the Autobots. It was amazing him to be on what had become the 2nd generation of Renegades. He had read about them in the history vids, much of it deemed inacturite as much of it was legend. While this was a step in the right direction of his career, it was also a chance to learn the true history of Cybertron's secret wars.
As happy as Computic was, he was worried about his comrade. Incendius, his 'big brother', had been well for a long time now, but how he got that way, with the help of this stranger, bothered him as it seemed to bother Incendius as well. And Computic didn't trust this Phasmatis character.
Hardstrike was another concern. Computic knew that the Tronbayashi Maru test left Hardstrike shaken, but for this long? Computic always saw Hardstrike as the voice of reason, but now it was like Hardstrike didn't have a voice.
Computic's thoughts were then interupted by the last of his fellow comrades from the Tronbayashu Maru test. 'Hey Comput-dink.'
'Thats COMPUTIC, Incognito.'
'Yeah yeah whatever. I don't know about you but for a celebration, sure ain't a lot of happy bots around here. I mean, everyone here is making me look like I over dosed on high-octane missile fuel! That trash droid Omnitron doesn't light up for a astro-second.'
Incognito. The wise mouth, grumpy little minibot. Computic never got used to his teasing, but Incognito always had his teams back and seemed to have his game together. Computic didn't have to worry about him. And he was right, their team sure did seem down in the dumps. And Omnitron wasn't helping. The ASO (Autobot Security Operations) Commanding officer was a terror around the training base. Many of the new Renegades suffered from his out bursts and mood swings.
Computic knew that today was history in the making, but he began to wonder if it was worth it.
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Post by Bomblast on Apr 29, 2010 12:11:04 GMT -5
Roadtrain was stood off to one side of the main group of graduates. He wasn't one for social gatherings, not anymore. He had left his armour behind, though he kept it nearby incase it was needed. Roadtrain opened up a panel in his left forearm. Inside, it contained the I.D. tag of one of his fallen comrades, Hyperdrive. Roadtrain had kept all the I.D. tags of his fallen comrades from Earth, along with a number of tags belonging to those who had killed them. Roadtrain always had at least one of his allies' tags with him, and today he'd taken Hyperdrive's as he always enjoyed a good celebration.
"Today is for you, old friend." Roadtrain said to himself.
Talking to yourself, Roadtrain?"
Roadtrain turned and saw Deadbolt. He closed the panel on his arm. Roadtrain disliked how arrogant Deadbolt could be, but had to admit, he was skilled.
"Young bot like you, I wouldn't expect you to know what I'm doing."
"Relax, old-timer. I meant nothing by it."
More fireworks went off overhead. Roadtrain looked up at them. He disliked fireworks, always reminded him of battle. Deadbolt looked up as well.
"Hmph. I've got more experience about anything than you could ever dream of." Roadtrain said with a smile, slugging Deadbolt in the shoulder.
While Deadbolt was arrogant, Roadtrain saw him as a good ally.
Deadbolt chuckled. While he wouldn't admit it, he looked up to Roadtrain. Deadbolt had read his previous service record and was highly impressed.
"Just don't go breaking down on me. I'm not carrying your sorry chasis anywhere. Too heavy for one thing." He laughed.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 29, 2010 12:23:57 GMT -5
From behind Roadtrain came a familiar voice. 'Don't worry Roadtrain. If Deadbolt won't carry your caboose back home, you can rely on little ol' me to do the job.'
Tomboy came around to greet the two Autobots with her smirk like smile. She had been wondering about the crowds simply robot-watching. She leaned up against Roadtrain, gave him a friendly smile, then turned to Deadbolt. 'So, do any of you bots know whats going on after the show? From what I was told were suppose to ship out to our new HQ to get settled in and meet those rust buckets that call themselves 'the Renegade Elders'. I haven't seen anyone of them around here except for our team mates.'
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 29, 2010 12:43:09 GMT -5
Onix was hardly amused by the fireworks display. Even more, he hated these large gatherings. He wasn't exactly a people person, or was it that everyone else wasn't exactly an Onix person, he could never make up his mind on that.
"Oh wow, they can make pretty explosions in the air. Pfft, that's not amusing.... give me a couple of cycles and I will give you an explosion to make you amazed."
He said his thought out loud, but only loud enough for those around him to hear between the deafening fireworks. He looked around to his team and was slightly pleased to see he wasn't the only one not enjoying themselves. It made him loosen up a bit and he slouched in a chair and extended his legs as far out as he could, crossing one over the other.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 29, 2010 13:13:07 GMT -5
Computic looked over at Onix, he had heard his comments. He turned back a little disgusted with by what was said. Incognito looked back at what Computic looked at but only shrugged.
The fireworks then stopped and the Aerialbot patrols fly away from above the crowds. It was time for Optanic Prime's speech.
Up on a stage that over looked the thousands of Cybertronians that showed up, a small crowd of Autobot council members were present. Perceptor, the Autobot scientist who served under Optimus Prime. As well as Blaster, another soldier who was commanded by Optimus and now the head ambassador of Cybertron's intergalactic affairs. Another fact was, both were ex-Renegades as well.
Without anymore delay, Ambassador Blaster rose from his seat and walked to the podium. 'As they say on earth, "Ladies and Gentlemen", it gives me great honor to introduce you to someone who needs no introduction, but I'm going to introduce the lady anyhow! Give it up for the matrix-holding, speech giving, leader of the Autobots, Optanic Prime!'
The crowd laughed, cheered and clapped at Ambassador Blaster's antics and began to pay their respects to Optanic Prime as she approached the podium.
'That Blaster really knows how to work the crowd eh Computic? Optanic got a hard act to follow!'
Optanic Prime waited for silence before she began to speak. To all in attendants, I say greetings and good blessings upon you. Today is a bright day, for the light of our sun shines brightly on us as it did in the era of Cybertron's golden era. For today, we recognize some of the best of the best. Today we look at the young Cybertronians who shall make us proud from this day forth.
I have been asked a question. A question that seeks my opinion of the future. It deserves an answer not too bold, after all, I can not see in to the future.
Incognito turned to Computic to ask him a question. 'Hey doesn't the matrix allow her to see into the future?'
'Yes but only when a matrix bearer is close to death, Rodimus Prime had such an episode when...'
'Shut up the two of you or you'll be scraping rust of my command ship for a week!' Commanded Omnitron.
Optanic Prime's speech continued, un-interupted by any talk from the crowd. However, I can see what a possible future will need if it ever came to pass. We have gained a world that is free and secure, one that no longer threatens the galaxy. Long before my time, this planet of Cybertron held the attention of much of the universe as it held forces that could utterly destroy all life as we know it. While many of us have never experience a true war, it is our responsibility to make sure that we, those who have and those who have not, do not have to experience a new war.
In the modern era of Cybertron, we do not have the pressure of war grinding at our shoulders. And we have patted ourselves on our backs with the knowledge that we are no longer known as intergalactic war mongers. But if for a moment, if for too long we retire our guard, then what is to stop the treat from happening again?
My brothers and sisters, we are all tied together at the spark. We all share a responsibility, however only some of us have answered the call. And while I place on greater valve on those that have answered that call, and I make no negative gestures towards those that haven't, understand that today we honor the brave sparks that have chosen the path to defend the peace so that you do not have to. Today we honor all those that have fought to stop evil and have delivered us to this day, so that we can continue to defend and preserve the peace. For if we do not, the efforts of all those that have given up their lives have done so in vain.
The crowd erupted into loud cheering and applause. Many Autobot soldiers also joined in as Optanic's speech was talking about them. She continued on speaking while Omnitron raised his right wrist to his mouth and spoke into. He then began to look around for his Renegades and saw Hardstrike and approached him, noticing his attention on some fembot off in the distance . 'Turn off the sleep mode dreams, she way out of your league. Lets start to gather the troops. The Renegades are to be assembled in sector 9 of the area, near the ship depot.'
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 29, 2010 14:38:26 GMT -5
Onix stood and looked over too Incognito and Computic
"I can't believe you two even believe the matrix has any sort of power. It is just like a crown, the only power it gives is the false kind."
Onix exited the row of seats set up for the event and followed Omnitron hoping it was time to get moving.
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 29, 2010 14:51:35 GMT -5
"On the contrary, Onix." Incendius had slipped right behind the other Renegades without anyone noticing. "Crowns are incredibly important. They're something for kings to fight over. Something for the masses to look up to. People can respect a crown: while leaders fall by the wayside, it remains a constant. The Matrix, too, remains a constant. And it has powers of it's own, powers that no-one can ignore..." He smiled amiably at the larger bot. "Excuse me, Incognito, Computic? I think we're heading out. We should find the others."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 29, 2010 15:32:48 GMT -5
Computic began to get flustered. 'Its not a crown! Its the collection of wisdom and power. And of course it has power, if the transformation of the Prime's isn't proof then what about the destruction of Unicron?'
Incognito just shook his head. 'Computic, meet Onix "Prime". He doesn't believe in the power of the matrix. I don't even think he believes in Primus. Onix, meet Computic. The walking library.'
Incognito couldn't help but to laugh at the arguement he was sure was about to happen. He then nudged Incendius. 'Hey what's the haps bigbot? Were finally done the special ops program and look at us, Renegades baby! What'cha think about that?' Incognito was trying to put his friend at ease. He hadn't seen him too happy lately.
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Post by Onix Solo on Apr 29, 2010 15:56:04 GMT -5
Onix stopped and turned to Computic.
"Well, I don't know. What can make a large explosion, perhaps a large bomb? You can't believe all of those fairy tales. It's like the humans, a lot of their early history is intertwined with imaginary flair for the purpose of a good story to widen the eyes of young, gullible minds."
Onix laughed once in amusement.
"As for the transformation, I was reformatted from a civilian grade alternate mode to a military grade form to give me better combat prowess in the service. What is the difference there?"
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Post by Neo Calrissian on Apr 29, 2010 16:00:15 GMT -5
Incendius smiled at the sight of Incognito. "It's... great. But... I dunno. It's weird, you know? I'm not holed in the crazy bin. I'm more in control of myself then I've ever been, for that matter. But I've never felt more insecure. Guess Phasmatis is getting to me more than I thought. He's just..." He looked like he was about to say something, when Phasmatis appeared in his eye-line behind Incognito. He had one eyebrow raised, and was mouthing the words: "Oh yes? You dare?". He turned his head back a shook it. "But no. Not here. Not now. Look... we should look for the others, all right?"
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Post by Hoist on Apr 29, 2010 16:10:03 GMT -5
"Jealous?", replied Hardstrike still incredibly serious and not even turning to face Omnitron, "Besides you don't know anything about us, or the situation.." he continued blunty finally turning to face the bot.
"I just need to know one thing from you Omnitron, did I make the right decision? The simulation I mean, it might not of been real but I still helped cause the death of many Autobot hostages. Will I be so quick as to pull the trigger as a Renegade? After all, surely - how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?
Elsewhere at the back of the crowds where the huddled assembled began to peter out, a slate gray Vauxhall Antara with very mild yellow accents here and there, turned up, at last - late again. Although he knew he would be late he had been monitoring the ceremonies and listening to the speeches over his comms, it didn't sound like he had missed much.
Driveby transformed and started heading over to the crown and some of the others he recognised...
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