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Tunnels Polyhex
Tunnel Rat spoke up
"I have some experience with explosives me and my team were in the construction business. If you'd allow me maybe I can help clear the cave in."
[Original RPG] Cybertron: Dark Designs
Polyhex: streets
Spitz continued wandering his way though the town. As he passed a turn with some mostly abandoned old small shops, he began to notice there was a difference in the attitude of the mechs. Those that dotted this area were not fearful. They were angry. They moved about with grim expressions, but biding ones- the way he saw it.
He slipped into the small run-down fueling center, and the handful of mechs that were in there stopped talking briefly to look at the newcomer before continuing in conversation.
He looked around slowly, listening to complaints and vague threats against the Quintessons, and then he went up to the tender at the fuel bar who was cleaning the serving tanks.
"Leave here. Now. And take the two by the wall pictures with you."
The tender looked up at the towering transformer.
"I've got a business to run. Don't want no trouble in here. Trouble from you and I'll call the Quint patrols down."
Spitz smirked. "No, I don't think you will. The patrol's already standing right in front of you, and these rebels have been judged."
The tankard dropped.
By the time it had rolled to the wall, the tender was hurrying out the entry with the two confused customers following him.
Before they had reached the street outside, sudden screams and the sounds of shredding metal filled the air.
Spitz continued wandering his way though the town. As he passed a turn with some mostly abandoned old small shops, he began to notice there was a difference in the attitude of the mechs. Those that dotted this area were not fearful. They were angry. They moved about with grim expressions, but biding ones- the way he saw it.
He slipped into the small run-down fueling center, and the handful of mechs that were in there stopped talking briefly to look at the newcomer before continuing in conversation.
He looked around slowly, listening to complaints and vague threats against the Quintessons, and then he went up to the tender at the fuel bar who was cleaning the serving tanks.
"Leave here. Now. And take the two by the wall pictures with you."
The tender looked up at the towering transformer.
"I've got a business to run. Don't want no trouble in here. Trouble from you and I'll call the Quint patrols down."
Spitz smirked. "No, I don't think you will. The patrol's already standing right in front of you, and these rebels have been judged."
The tankard dropped.
By the time it had rolled to the wall, the tender was hurrying out the entry with the two confused customers following him.
Before they had reached the street outside, sudden screams and the sounds of shredding metal filled the air.
Aboard the Transport
Eiramnna staggered up, using a nearby wall for leverage.
"Thank you, your honour" he said in a more respectful tone as the judge dissapered, just in case the liege could still hear him. He stumbled towards a nearby bench, knowing full well not to bother asking the Overcharge units for assistance as they were resolute in their programming: and these were for the Judges defence, nothing else. He sat down clumsily, and hoped they reached the palace soon: their were bound to be less suitable First aid on the transport than he and his brother carried, and he was worried about lasting.
Back in the distance
Haras reached the storm bikes, and set his brothers to follow his own: this function would only work as long as his own bike was suitably close and going at slow enough speed, but (again) Haras knew better than to ask an Overcharge unit for assistance. Especially as none of them spoke sign language, which is a bit of a hindrance for a mute like himself.
He pulled away slowly and follwed the Transport and OC Units at an appalingly slow speed.
"Thank you, your honour" he said in a more respectful tone as the judge dissapered, just in case the liege could still hear him. He stumbled towards a nearby bench, knowing full well not to bother asking the Overcharge units for assistance as they were resolute in their programming: and these were for the Judges defence, nothing else. He sat down clumsily, and hoped they reached the palace soon: their were bound to be less suitable First aid on the transport than he and his brother carried, and he was worried about lasting.
Back in the distance
Haras reached the storm bikes, and set his brothers to follow his own: this function would only work as long as his own bike was suitably close and going at slow enough speed, but (again) Haras knew better than to ask an Overcharge unit for assistance. Especially as none of them spoke sign language, which is a bit of a hindrance for a mute like himself.
He pulled away slowly and follwed the Transport and OC Units at an appalingly slow speed.
Castle Darkmount, Polyhex
Legatus sat ramrod-straight in his throne as his pet Inquisitor (Evaluata...or was it Evalutition? He'd never bothered to ask) led in the heads of the city's varied intelligence, police and security agencies.
"Gentlebeings," the Gatekeeper glared down at the group (composed mostly of Executioners, with a few of his own race and two Inquisitors thrown in for good measure) as they approached.
"I've called you here because your underlings have failed to bring the resistance in this city under control. Under the supervision of the late and rather unlamented Executioner Gravus, this was acceptable. Under my command, however, it is not."
He glared silently at the crowd for a moment, then continued.
"I have reviewed the records of each of your agencies, and found that they are constantly bogged down by infighting, incapable of accomplishing anything of value. I place that blame at your feet."
As he spoke, a pair of his elite bodyguards stepped out from behind the throne, blaster rifles at the ready.
"Consider this your dismissal."
The guards opened fire on the crowd, mowing them down before they had a chance to react. Before the last body fell, he turned to the Inquisitor.
"Inform the various police and security sections that they will now be taking orders directly from Sentinel. I expect you to personally oversee the intelligence bureaus. If they continue to bicker, I will replace them all with loyalists from Iacon and new troops fresh from the factories. Understood?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good. Get out of my sight."
As the Inquisitor fled the throne room, Legatus' bodyguards started to drag the carcasses of Polyhex's former security elite from the room.
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Tunnels, Polyhex
Bomb-Burst set the gaze of his golden optics on Tunnel Rat.
This one. Would bring the whole tunnel system down on us if he could. I imagine.
"Explosives would be. Very unwise. In a tight space like this. I am afraid."
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Streets, Iacon
Delibarata's transport rolled forward, towards the palace gates.
Seated up front, the Judge used his rear-facing visages to monitor Eiramnna as the stormtrooper more-or-less collapsed on a bench.
I hope it survives. The cost of building and training a replacement to his level of proficiency would be prohibitive.
Legatus sat ramrod-straight in his throne as his pet Inquisitor (Evaluata...or was it Evalutition? He'd never bothered to ask) led in the heads of the city's varied intelligence, police and security agencies.
"Gentlebeings," the Gatekeeper glared down at the group (composed mostly of Executioners, with a few of his own race and two Inquisitors thrown in for good measure) as they approached.
"I've called you here because your underlings have failed to bring the resistance in this city under control. Under the supervision of the late and rather unlamented Executioner Gravus, this was acceptable. Under my command, however, it is not."
He glared silently at the crowd for a moment, then continued.
"I have reviewed the records of each of your agencies, and found that they are constantly bogged down by infighting, incapable of accomplishing anything of value. I place that blame at your feet."
As he spoke, a pair of his elite bodyguards stepped out from behind the throne, blaster rifles at the ready.
"Consider this your dismissal."
The guards opened fire on the crowd, mowing them down before they had a chance to react. Before the last body fell, he turned to the Inquisitor.
"Inform the various police and security sections that they will now be taking orders directly from Sentinel. I expect you to personally oversee the intelligence bureaus. If they continue to bicker, I will replace them all with loyalists from Iacon and new troops fresh from the factories. Understood?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good. Get out of my sight."
As the Inquisitor fled the throne room, Legatus' bodyguards started to drag the carcasses of Polyhex's former security elite from the room.
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Tunnels, Polyhex
Bomb-Burst set the gaze of his golden optics on Tunnel Rat.
This one. Would bring the whole tunnel system down on us if he could. I imagine.
"Explosives would be. Very unwise. In a tight space like this. I am afraid."
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Streets, Iacon
Delibarata's transport rolled forward, towards the palace gates.
Seated up front, the Judge used his rear-facing visages to monitor Eiramnna as the stormtrooper more-or-less collapsed on a bench.
I hope it survives. The cost of building and training a replacement to his level of proficiency would be prohibitive.
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Polyhex: Tunnels
Drench wasted no time in moving over to the others and putting a shoulder into the obstruction, but his efforts were hampered by his weakened condition.
Volt snickered at Needlenose' hurry and saunted over to the blockage, sheathing his sword and ramming his hands and his meager force into it alongside the others.
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Vector Sigma
Derby returned to consciousness again at the sensation of the strange energy surrounding him. His optics danced wearily around the assembled, and his remaining hand raised slowly.
"D-Don't put-t so m-much ef*KLOUAGH!*-- effort into m-me, guys. I... I've always... b-been the weak-k-k-kest link-k-k... It h-had to h-happen sommmmetime..."
It was then, in the moment Derby finally gave up, that the Minibot's body was jolted by Ginrai's Masterforce energy, and his entire form shone blinding yellow light. He was raised from the floor by the gravitating force, and those with heavily-shielded optics could witness the immensely accelerated self-repair process. Metallic endoskeleton structures miraculously piled on top of each other from his missing limbs' sockets. Bands of adhesive belts and wiring ran over the cogs and struts in a flash, and circuitboards materialized from the dust exactly in place. The armor formed last as it had been before while the brutal holes in the Minibot's face and torso amazingly sealed up. Finally the light blinked out instantly, and Derby's restored form fell to the floor immobile, shocked into stasis by the process.
Drench wasted no time in moving over to the others and putting a shoulder into the obstruction, but his efforts were hampered by his weakened condition.
Volt snickered at Needlenose' hurry and saunted over to the blockage, sheathing his sword and ramming his hands and his meager force into it alongside the others.
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Vector Sigma
Derby returned to consciousness again at the sensation of the strange energy surrounding him. His optics danced wearily around the assembled, and his remaining hand raised slowly.
"D-Don't put-t so m-much ef*KLOUAGH!*-- effort into m-me, guys. I... I've always... b-been the weak-k-k-kest link-k-k... It h-had to h-happen sommmmetime..."
It was then, in the moment Derby finally gave up, that the Minibot's body was jolted by Ginrai's Masterforce energy, and his entire form shone blinding yellow light. He was raised from the floor by the gravitating force, and those with heavily-shielded optics could witness the immensely accelerated self-repair process. Metallic endoskeleton structures miraculously piled on top of each other from his missing limbs' sockets. Bands of adhesive belts and wiring ran over the cogs and struts in a flash, and circuitboards materialized from the dust exactly in place. The armor formed last as it had been before while the brutal holes in the Minibot's face and torso amazingly sealed up. Finally the light blinked out instantly, and Derby's restored form fell to the floor immobile, shocked into stasis by the process.
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Polyhex - Tunnels
"That passage does not lead to where we need to go, only away..." Breaker said to Tunnelrat, still working with the others on the seemingly immovable object.
Bombshock meanwhile had been tentatively considering the 'proposal' Bomb-Burst had given him. He wasn't phased by the pretender's threats, and a fight might have been fun, but he did want to get out of these blasted tunnels. He didn't enjoy walking around lost in the dark with the constant threat of the cieling coming down to meet them on their strolls.
"Your confidence in a proven enemy is astounding," Bombshock told Bomb-Burst in a conversational tone, not taking any steps to go help, but he did motion to Growl and Dropshot who immediately responded in going to help. "You will understand I have a few principles I must stand up for and will not compromise, such as getting within striking distance of a reasonable threat. I doubt I will be needed for this task anyways.."
With the added strength, the rubble finally began to move with a deep grinding sound as it was slowly being pushed across the floor. It would still take a couple of minutes to move the debris at this speed, but they were still under the hazard of casuing a cave-in as things were, and it was better to move slowly and presicely as they were than rushing.
Bombshock meanwhile had been tentatively considering the 'proposal' Bomb-Burst had given him. He wasn't phased by the pretender's threats, and a fight might have been fun, but he did want to get out of these blasted tunnels. He didn't enjoy walking around lost in the dark with the constant threat of the cieling coming down to meet them on their strolls.
"Your confidence in a proven enemy is astounding," Bombshock told Bomb-Burst in a conversational tone, not taking any steps to go help, but he did motion to Growl and Dropshot who immediately responded in going to help. "You will understand I have a few principles I must stand up for and will not compromise, such as getting within striking distance of a reasonable threat. I doubt I will be needed for this task anyways.."
With the added strength, the rubble finally began to move with a deep grinding sound as it was slowly being pushed across the floor. It would still take a couple of minutes to move the debris at this speed, but they were still under the hazard of casuing a cave-in as things were, and it was better to move slowly and presicely as they were than rushing.
Tunnels, Polyhex
Bomb-Burst continued to glare at Bombshock, tiny rivulets of unspeakable liquid dripping from his fangs as the Pretender hissed at the recently-freed Decepticon. Crossing his arms, he narrowed his optics.
"Your principles. Are of no interest to me. Breaker may not be trustworthy. But he is an ally nonetheless. If not for him. You would still be rotting in a prison cell. I suggest. You show some gratitude."
Needlenose continued to push against the large chunk of debris, and was pleased by the fact that it now seemed to be moving with the help of his fellow escapees.
Bomb-Burst continued to glare at Bombshock, tiny rivulets of unspeakable liquid dripping from his fangs as the Pretender hissed at the recently-freed Decepticon. Crossing his arms, he narrowed his optics.
"Your principles. Are of no interest to me. Breaker may not be trustworthy. But he is an ally nonetheless. If not for him. You would still be rotting in a prison cell. I suggest. You show some gratitude."
Needlenose continued to push against the large chunk of debris, and was pleased by the fact that it now seemed to be moving with the help of his fellow escapees.
Iacon
Inside the Judges Transport, Eiramnna clutched his chest pitifully. Haras had done a good job, but the pain and shock were testing his resolve to stay awake: as the transport juddered along the ruined city streets, he found himself jolted awake as parts of his endo and exo skeleton ground together in a disturbing fashion.
Following at an increasingly appalling distance...
Haras continued his slow Pied Pipers routine, as the transport ahead dissapered around another corner and he was left, to all intents and purposes, alone. His brothers bike continued to trundle along behind his own as they followed his wounded brother.
Following at an increasingly appalling distance...
Haras continued his slow Pied Pipers routine, as the transport ahead dissapered around another corner and he was left, to all intents and purposes, alone. His brothers bike continued to trundle along behind his own as they followed his wounded brother.
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had ginrai a face behind that plate that served as a battle-mask, he would have smiled... rising up, he spoke.
"Get him down to his quarters... and stay with him until he's ready to come out of stasis..."
Ginrai's eyes watered but he turned as he issued the order.
"I have... something I need to take care of."
shifting into his semi-rig mode, he started down the tunnel-way, back toward the surface.
"Black Battle Convoy... is going to pay for what he did. For the lives that both he AND his masters took... they ALL WILL PAY!"
"Get him down to his quarters... and stay with him until he's ready to come out of stasis..."
Ginrai's eyes watered but he turned as he issued the order.
"I have... something I need to take care of."
shifting into his semi-rig mode, he started down the tunnel-way, back toward the surface.
"Black Battle Convoy... is going to pay for what he did. For the lives that both he AND his masters took... they ALL WILL PAY!"
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Kalis, Resistance base
Gunrunner's optics flashed in dismay.
" That's untenable. Three Autobots - and a Quintesson renegade - acting as a resistance group in the entire Kalis city! "
The pretender looked at his comrades, Cobalt and Kick-Off. A long forgotten flame burned again in his spark.
" If you didn't expect to survive our last raid Cobalt, why not we try again? I mean, we atacked a lab facility and win, why not we attack the Quints Kalis HQ? Maybe we'll die, but we'll die for Cybertron. "
Gunrunner paused.
" Or maybe we assume Kalis is lost and head towards Iacon, at least we'll reinforce the local cell. "
Gunrunner's optics flashed in dismay.
" That's untenable. Three Autobots - and a Quintesson renegade - acting as a resistance group in the entire Kalis city! "
The pretender looked at his comrades, Cobalt and Kick-Off. A long forgotten flame burned again in his spark.
" If you didn't expect to survive our last raid Cobalt, why not we try again? I mean, we atacked a lab facility and win, why not we attack the Quints Kalis HQ? Maybe we'll die, but we'll die for Cybertron. "
Gunrunner paused.
" Or maybe we assume Kalis is lost and head towards Iacon, at least we'll reinforce the local cell. "
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Imperial Palace Motor Pool, Iacon
Delberata's transport rolled to a stop in it's assigned slot, and the judge made his way back towards the exit. As he passed Eiramnna, he scrutinized the soldier's wounds.
"Help him to the repair bay," he instructed OCL on a whim. "I will tell your master that you performed your duties adequately."
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Resistance HQ, Kalis
"I don't know," Cobalt said after a long pause. "I honestly don't know. If it were just me, I'd run off and engage the first enemy I found. But it's not just me..."
The covert ops specialist trailed off. He was highly uncomfortable with how his comrades seemed to look to him for leadership after Moonracer's disappearance, but he wasn't capable of expressing that. Instead, he just shrugged helplessly and turned to Kick-Off.
"What do you think we should do?"
Delberata's transport rolled to a stop in it's assigned slot, and the judge made his way back towards the exit. As he passed Eiramnna, he scrutinized the soldier's wounds.
"Help him to the repair bay," he instructed OCL on a whim. "I will tell your master that you performed your duties adequately."
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Resistance HQ, Kalis
"I don't know," Cobalt said after a long pause. "I honestly don't know. If it were just me, I'd run off and engage the first enemy I found. But it's not just me..."
The covert ops specialist trailed off. He was highly uncomfortable with how his comrades seemed to look to him for leadership after Moonracer's disappearance, but he wasn't capable of expressing that. Instead, he just shrugged helplessly and turned to Kick-Off.
"What do you think we should do?"
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Polyhex: Tunnels
Volt unleashed a grunt that combined a degree of triumph as the blockage started to slip along. Drench kept to himself, keeping pressure on the debris and stepping in toward it with every few feet it gave.
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Vector Sigma
Derby's rebuilt form sizzled while Doublecross hoisted him from the floor, his new limbs flopping alongside the old ones while he remained unconscious.
Volt unleashed a grunt that combined a degree of triumph as the blockage started to slip along. Drench kept to himself, keeping pressure on the debris and stepping in toward it with every few feet it gave.
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Vector Sigma
Derby's rebuilt form sizzled while Doublecross hoisted him from the floor, his new limbs flopping alongside the old ones while he remained unconscious.
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