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Iacon Stadium
Stadium Announcer: This next bout is scheduled for a last bot standing finish and is a unification bout the All-World Fighting Champion and the Cybertronian Gladiator Champion, with the winner becoming the unified Cybertronian Champion! Introducing first, from parts unknown! Known for his ferocious and relentless style and monsterous alternative mode! The All-World Fighting Champion and bearer of an undefeated record... REEEEPUUUUNGUUUUSSS!
Inside the locker room
Sunstreaker stood before the entrance way jumping up and down on the spot, rolling all of his ball joints to keep them loose. “You ready for a show, bro?” Sunstreaker asked with a grin, looking over his shoulder at his seated manager and brother, Sideswipe.
“I really wish you’d take these fights more seriously. This guys IS undefeated, you know.” Sideswipe replied with a slightly more serious tone.
“So was the last guy.” Sunstreaker scoffed at the worry Sideswipe was showing.
“The last guy shattered all the servos in your arm. You couldn’t move it for two cycles before the repairs.” Sideswipe replied.
“It was a lucky shot. “ Sunstreaker snapped.
“Sometimes that’s all it takes. I just wish you wouldn’t treat these as you do practice matches, these guys aren’t push overs.”
“They are pushovers, by your own admission I beat the last guy one handed.” Sunstreaker grinned again, “You shouldn’t worry so much. These guys aren’t good enough to do anything serious. Anyways, we’ll let you whine more later I have business!” And with that quickly transformed and sped forward.
Sideswipe just shook his head, “Sometimes they don’t have to be good… just lucky.”
Iacon Stadium
Stylez: And would you listen to that capacity crowd!
Reflector: Local champion, and my kinda fighter!
Stylez: You’d like anyone that fought dirty and recklessly.
Reflector: A winning style if I ever heard one!
The crowd’s cheers began to die down as Repungus circled the large pit that comprised the fighting area at the bottom of the stadium.
Stadium Announcer: And his opponent! Reigning from Praxus, he holds one the Cybertronian Gladiator Championship, and has one of the most impressive records ever compiled in Gladiatorial history! He is the one! The only! The Golden-bot! SUUUUUUNSTREEEEEEAKERRRRR!”
This time the crowd explodes, to a deafening level as Sunstreaker bursts through the gateway leading to the back stage area in vehicle mode, speeding directly at Repungus. Repungus braces, but Sunstreaker quickly does a one-hundred and eighty degree turn, spraying scrap at his opponent, Repungus before bolting towards the arena wall and transforming and landing on one knee, posing for the crowd, which elicits an even larger cheer from the that section.
Stylez: And there he is! Sunstreaker, the one everyone has paid to see tonight and quite possibly one of the best and longest standing champions in Cybertronian history!
Reflector: He only got there because Megatron stepped aside to focus on his now blossoming political career!
Stylez: Be that as it may, he has definitely not wasted the opportunity! And with that entrance we are under way here at the Iacon Gladatorial and Entertainment Center! In a match between Repungus, the AWF Champion and Sunstreaker the Cybertronian Champion Standing in a unification bout! And right away we see Repungus move into his monster mode and Sunstreaker is going to start with two short energon-swords.
Reflector: Is he an idiot? That’s playing to Repungus’ strengths!
Stylez: That really has always been Sunstreaker’s style and you have to admire him for it. In a fight where he could really be using his speed to his advantage he’s opening up in to Repungus’ strength by going for close-quarters combat. The two fights are circling at the center of the arena now. Sunstreaker with the first move her, a strong vertical cut, and a quick parry by Repungus who comes back with a horizontal slash. Sunstreaker quickly out of the way there.
Reflector: That’s all Sunstreaker has?
Stylez: Sunstreaker again this time, Oh! He led with a left swipe and caught Repungus square on the jaw with his fist! Repungus is reeling now! Sunstreaker with another left slash!
Repungus takes the slash off the armored claw, but as Sunstreaker pushes forward, Rupungus has no choice but to pedal backwards. Sunstreaker starts to alternate quickly between vertical hacks from the right and horizontal backslashes from the left, focusing all of his attack on the right claw.
Stylez: Repungus is doing everything he can to stay vertical right now, that right side is really taking a beating by Sunstreaker! And that last one caught above the armor!
Repungus lets out a howl of pain before letting his top-heavy monster form quickly roll back and away from Sunstreaker and back up to a vertical base in a proper defensive stance, causing Sunstreaker to slow up to not run into a counter-attack.
Stylez: Sunstreaker really show cased his speed there; it was all Repungus could do to stop from being overwhelmed by Sunstreaker!
Reflector: It is hard not be impressed with that kind of ferocity!
Stylez: Indeed, Sunstreaker is one of the best when it comes to bursts of quick damage! They’re eyeing eachother up now, and here comes Repungus! Lunging after Sunstreaker, and this is really not the type of fight Repungus wants to get into, making the first move. Sunstreaker is really having no trouble dodging and parrying here and there’s the counter-attack! Sunstreaker just used Repungus’ momentum against him and landed a solid blow along the back plates of Repungus there!
Reflector: You can smell the sparks and energon from here! Repungus needs to get on things here or this will be quick!
Repungus stumbles forward and ends up on his front, quickly flipping over onto his back as Sunstreaker bears down on him. Sunstreaker goes for a quick finishing blow, but Repungus catches the blade between the two claws and, with a rending motion, snaps the blade mid-way down.
Reflector: That’s more like it!
Stylez: The local champion really displayed his strength there, it takes a lot to make one of those blades to come in two and he cut it apart like butter! Sunstreaker still has the advantage now though, delivering solid kicks to the leg servos and side plating that was damaged by that earlier strike on Repungus!
Reflector: Oooh, I still don’t like where this is going!
Stylez: Repungus really can’t move to guard those areas either with Sunstreaker looming over him and delivering probing strikes to his guard.
The sparks keep shooting off the energon- sword as it collides with the armored claws of Repungus, after each swing, Sunstreaker nails the open wound or knee-joint with a solid, thundering kick that is almost audible over the crowd. After a few exchanges like this, Sunstreaker changes it up and after connecting with the sword on the claws he follows it up with a solid right fist to the face. Repungus howls in pain and loses his guard, leaving an opening for Sunstreaker.
Stylez: And this could be it right here! Sunstreaker with a killing stroke and…! No! Repungus spat acid in Sunstreaker’s face! Sunstreaker is reeling now and Repungus is back to his feet!
Reflector: Haha! I knew it was all a ploy!
Sunstreaker managed to prevent most of the acid from connecting with his face by shielding himself with the arm that was swinging but the immediate pain that shot through his servos was enough for force him to drop the sword.
Stylez: And here comes Repungus now! Sunstreaker is on the retreat! That last one connected! Sunstreaker’s chest has been cut open!
Reflector: It’s game over now!
Stylez: That may be a bit pre-mature as Sunstreaker is still moving and that last swing may have been lucky! Sunstreaker needs to make a plan soon because Repungus is going to pin him to the wall soon!
Reflector: Like I said, game over!
Stylez: Sunstreaker lands a solid punch there, but that is not stopping Repungus! They are only feet from the wall now!
Sunstreaker grimaces as he dodges each attack, knowing he is close to the wall quickly looks back and then leans left to dodge an attack and then jumps back as hard as he can, and as he hits the wall, plants both his feet and pushes off again, barely clearing Repungus he engages two small rocket boosts on his heels and blows over top of Repungus cleanly.
Stylez:And there are the infamous rocket boots!
Reflector:Those are supposed to be illegal!
Stylez: They were and that ruling is now being reviewed and in the meantime is totally legal! Sunstreaker into his vehicle mode and this is the type of situation that Repungus has to be wary of, as he cannot match this speed even at his fastest!
Sunstreaker speeds in the opposite direction until reaching the other side of the arena, and then pulling a one-eighty again and revving his engine before speeding at Repungus.
Stylez: And this is one intense game of robo-chicken! Repungus is staring the speeding Sunstreaker down and here it comes!
Sunstreaker transforms and uses his momentum and speed to catch Repungus off-guard, not quick enough to respond, delivering a solid knee to the face of the monstrous Gladiator.
Stylez: Oh my Primus! What a shot by Sunstreaker! What a blow! Repungus’ face has been devastated! Both of his optics were damaged by that and you can see it from here! Repungus just had no answer for the burst of speed there!
Reflector: Oh no! How did that happen! Repungus should have been ready for that!
Stylez: Sometimes speed kills! And Repungus is reeling! Sunstreaker is taking the opportunity to showboat as only he can!
Reflector: Get up! Get up!
As Sunstreaker moves around the arena motioning for the crowd to get to their feet and cheer, Repungus struggles to his feet, the face area of the monster mode badly damaged and his optics all but destroyed his forced to revert to robot form. He takes advantage of Sunstreaker’s gloating and grabs Sunstreaker’s on sword and quickly moves towards Sunstreaker.
Stylez: Repungus is up! And Sunstreaker doesn’t know it yet! This could do it!
Reflector: Yes! Yes! Beat that punk!
As Repungus moves up behind Sunstreaker he raises his blade and leaps up to bring it down on top of Sunstreaker, but Sunstreaker quickly dips inside the guard of Repungus and nails a devastating upper-cut. As Repungus falls and lands, Sunstreaker leaps up himself and comes down with a devastating knee to the robot face of Repungus, leaving more damage, energon leaking from the mouth and fracture face-plate.
Stylez: And this is why he’s the champion, folks! Sunstreaker has just schooled the formerly undefeated Repungus and I don’t think he’s done!
Reflector: This isn’t good at all!
Sunstreaker kicks Repungus’ arm back into his body and makes a very large and wide tearing motion with his two arms. He transforms again and speeds away from the fallen body of Repungus, and quickly turning back, circling the body of the Repungus, before coming back and transforming again using his momentum to drive his elbow into Repungus’ face delivering another and final crippling blow to Repungus’ face plating which cracked and caved in on the side that the elbow landed.
Stylez: And that has to be it right there! What a devastating final blow and insult to Repungus! And there’s the stadium announcer!
Stadium Announcer: Due to an inability to continue to compete the winner of this match AND NEW, UNIFIED AWF/CG CHAMPION! SUUUUUUUUNSTREEEEEAKEEERRRRR!
As this announcement is made the medical bots quickly rush the arena floor as Sunstreaker begins to celebrate with the crowd roaring behind him.
Iacon Communications Center
Blaster sat in his officer reviewing his notes for an important upcoming interview. He shook his head as he read it. “Bot… this just ain’t good news.” He sighed as he flipped through and then back to the original page.
An intern poked it’s head in, “Blaster, you’re on air on the radio in five!”
Blaster nodded, “I’m all over it, don’t you worry! The masses will get their mix and media fix!” He smiled and the Intern grinned and moved off. As soon as the intern left his smile faded as he stuffed the notes back into his desk. “I just hope I find something good to throw their way.” He got to his feet and moved out of his office.
Construction Site
Brawn was putting a large beam into place as many other bots moved around below him and ferrying more beams up to him. As he finished the last of the beams he hopped down the two stories and landed with a loud thud. “Quittin’ time boys! Time to go get us some energon!” He hollered to the delight of the other bots.
[New RPG] The Two Solitudes: Iacon (Autobot)
OOC: Blaster? :)
War Academy
Warpath looked at his datapad and shrugged, then opened a commlink to Blaster. "Hey, Blaster? This is Warpath. From the War Academy. You said you wanted to interview Sentinel?"
Gunrunner's optics widened slightly as he chuckled. "Interview Sentinel? Why would anyone want to interview Sentinel?"
"Publicity." Warpath whispered, putting his hand over the microphone. "Public wants to know how the military functions and everything. I just hope Sentinel doesn't act too much of a jerk..."
Warpath looked at his datapad and shrugged, then opened a commlink to Blaster. "Hey, Blaster? This is Warpath. From the War Academy. You said you wanted to interview Sentinel?"
Gunrunner's optics widened slightly as he chuckled. "Interview Sentinel? Why would anyone want to interview Sentinel?"
"Publicity." Warpath whispered, putting his hand over the microphone. "Public wants to know how the military functions and everything. I just hope Sentinel doesn't act too much of a jerk..."
Iacon Community Center, Corridor leading to the broadcast chamber
Blaster stopped mid-stride as Warpath came through on the other end. "You know it! Just headin' in to start my radio broadcast. Tell 'im I want him for the visual broadcast later on this cycle. That gonna work for him?"
Blaster stopped mid-stride as Warpath came through on the other end. "You know it! Just headin' in to start my radio broadcast. Tell 'im I want him for the visual broadcast later on this cycle. That gonna work for him?"
"You’re still a slave, Angron. Enslaved by your past, blind to the future. Too hateful to learn. Too spiteful to prosper."
War Academy
"Hmmm..." Warpath mulled the thought over in his head as he heard Blaster's reply. "Sentinel's working on a bunch of new recruits right now, so it isn't very convenient..."
Sentinel really hated to be disturbed when he's already riled up, but Hardtop's little performance with the sniper had put him into a good mood. Plus, Sentinel liked publicity. Guy's kind of an egomaniac.
"I'll ask Sentinel. But if he can't make it to the broadcast studio, would you mind a live video conference or somesuch?"
"Hmmm..." Warpath mulled the thought over in his head as he heard Blaster's reply. "Sentinel's working on a bunch of new recruits right now, so it isn't very convenient..."
Sentinel really hated to be disturbed when he's already riled up, but Hardtop's little performance with the sniper had put him into a good mood. Plus, Sentinel liked publicity. Guy's kind of an egomaniac.
"I'll ask Sentinel. But if he can't make it to the broadcast studio, would you mind a live video conference or somesuch?"
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War Academy, Iacon
Kup's office had a view right on to the training grounds. Kup stood in front of the window and looked outside. He couldn't help but smile as he saw how Sentinel was ripping the new mechs a new one. A new recruit was coming in today that required some special attention and he was waiting for his arrival. Well, recruit wasn't the right word.
There was a knock on the door and Kup always waited a few kliks before allowing someone to enter the room. When cadets and even others higher ranking soldiers came to Kup's office, they were always a little anxious. Well, most of them anyway. Kup's know for being tough on just about everybody. The long time that he has served in the army has hardened him, but he was just fine with that. He has trained just about everybody that's currently serving in the army or has served time with them in the same unit. Kup knows everybody and their skills.
As he looked over at Sentinel, he could only that that Sentinel understood the most that being hard on the recruits will only help them in the future when they're in battle. Maybe a little too well.
"Come in," Kup finally said and the door opened.
"Sir, cadet Volks is here for the interview."
Volks walked in the room and he looked around. "Nice place you got here, old guy."
The soldier that was escorting Volks didn't know how fast he had to get out of the room after he said that. Kup didn't like it when he was called old guy. It was a sign of disrespect and lack of discipline. Kup smirked. It was just the way he liked them. Kup turned around. "Sit your tailpie down in that chair and shut your mouth! You'll only speak when you're spoken to! Do I make myself clear?!"
Volks was shocked. "Wow, okay okay take it easy," Volks replied as he sat in his chair.
Kup walked over to Volks and stood infront of him, arms crossed and towering a little over him. It was very intimidating to Volks and that's just what Kup was going for. "So. Cadet Volks. I've read your profile. You've been charged with 5 Stellar Cycles by Cybertronian court for hacking into a bank's computers and screwing up their systems. Since this was your first official crime, the have given you an alternitive option. That being to join the army and earn yourself a clean slate, am I right?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Volks said as he made a salute.
Kup leaned forward a little more and looked Volks square in the optics. "When we're done with you, you're gonna wish that you took the jail time, boy...," Kup said with a smirk.
Kup walks over to the door. "You're going to be assigned to the group of cadets trained by Sentinel."
Volks groaned. He had heard about Sentinel Prime and the way that he trains he cadets. Kup walked down the hall that lead to the training grounds. Volks followed. "Come on, I'll introduce you," Kup said, "but after that, you're on your own."
As Kup opened the door and walked on the training grounds, he headed over towards Sentinel. "Sentinel!" Kup called out. "You got a few kliks to spare? Got another new recruit for you. One that would perfectly benefit from your kind of training."
Kup's office had a view right on to the training grounds. Kup stood in front of the window and looked outside. He couldn't help but smile as he saw how Sentinel was ripping the new mechs a new one. A new recruit was coming in today that required some special attention and he was waiting for his arrival. Well, recruit wasn't the right word.
There was a knock on the door and Kup always waited a few kliks before allowing someone to enter the room. When cadets and even others higher ranking soldiers came to Kup's office, they were always a little anxious. Well, most of them anyway. Kup's know for being tough on just about everybody. The long time that he has served in the army has hardened him, but he was just fine with that. He has trained just about everybody that's currently serving in the army or has served time with them in the same unit. Kup knows everybody and their skills.
As he looked over at Sentinel, he could only that that Sentinel understood the most that being hard on the recruits will only help them in the future when they're in battle. Maybe a little too well.
"Come in," Kup finally said and the door opened.
"Sir, cadet Volks is here for the interview."
Volks walked in the room and he looked around. "Nice place you got here, old guy."
The soldier that was escorting Volks didn't know how fast he had to get out of the room after he said that. Kup didn't like it when he was called old guy. It was a sign of disrespect and lack of discipline. Kup smirked. It was just the way he liked them. Kup turned around. "Sit your tailpie down in that chair and shut your mouth! You'll only speak when you're spoken to! Do I make myself clear?!"
Volks was shocked. "Wow, okay okay take it easy," Volks replied as he sat in his chair.
Kup walked over to Volks and stood infront of him, arms crossed and towering a little over him. It was very intimidating to Volks and that's just what Kup was going for. "So. Cadet Volks. I've read your profile. You've been charged with 5 Stellar Cycles by Cybertronian court for hacking into a bank's computers and screwing up their systems. Since this was your first official crime, the have given you an alternitive option. That being to join the army and earn yourself a clean slate, am I right?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Volks said as he made a salute.
Kup leaned forward a little more and looked Volks square in the optics. "When we're done with you, you're gonna wish that you took the jail time, boy...," Kup said with a smirk.
Kup walks over to the door. "You're going to be assigned to the group of cadets trained by Sentinel."
Volks groaned. He had heard about Sentinel Prime and the way that he trains he cadets. Kup walked down the hall that lead to the training grounds. Volks followed. "Come on, I'll introduce you," Kup said, "but after that, you're on your own."
As Kup opened the door and walked on the training grounds, he headed over towards Sentinel. "Sentinel!" Kup called out. "You got a few kliks to spare? Got another new recruit for you. One that would perfectly benefit from your kind of training."
Iacon Community Center, Doorway leading to the broadcast chamber
Blaster thought for a moment, looking at his chair. "Sorry, Warpath. I'll have to take what you can give me. I don't have time to chat. Keep me posted!"
Blaster stepped through the door and hopped into his chair quickly flipping two switches.
"Look out and shout! OWwww! This is Blaster blastin' at you live from the top of the Iacon Communication Tower! We got ourselves a jam packed show today so stay tuned or miss out on all the fun!"
Blaster thought for a moment, looking at his chair. "Sorry, Warpath. I'll have to take what you can give me. I don't have time to chat. Keep me posted!"
Blaster stepped through the door and hopped into his chair quickly flipping two switches.
"Look out and shout! OWwww! This is Blaster blastin' at you live from the top of the Iacon Communication Tower! We got ourselves a jam packed show today so stay tuned or miss out on all the fun!"
"You’re still a slave, Angron. Enslaved by your past, blind to the future. Too hateful to learn. Too spiteful to prosper."
Trainyards, Iacon
Red Alert glared at Scoop, annoyed by the reporter's insolence. He briefly considered pistol-whipping him, but remembering what the precinct captain had said the last time he'd done that he wisely thought better of it.
"Stay out of the way and don't touch anything."
He listened to what Nightbeat had to say, frowning slightly. "Actually, I would have been more surprised if you had found something. There's no point tampering with one of these." He tapped a drum-shaped object inset on the top of the loader. "Microwave antenna. They're controlled from the yards' central dispatch computer, and it would have shut the machine down immediately."
He looked at one of the nearby officers. "Are the holographers done?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then bag our corpse and send him to the morgue. Maybe the docs can get him to tell us more that we can." Turning back to Nightbeat, he added, "Whatever caused this, either the instructions came from the main computer or someone overrode it. Either way, we'll need to pay a visit."
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Iacon Mental Health Clinic
Smokescreen reclined behind his desk, reviewing his notes as he waited for his next patient. When he heard the knock, he put his book down, got up and headed for the door. Opening it, he saw Scavenger waiting on the other side.
"Scavenger!" he said with genuine enthusiasm. "It's good to see you again. How have you been?"
Red Alert glared at Scoop, annoyed by the reporter's insolence. He briefly considered pistol-whipping him, but remembering what the precinct captain had said the last time he'd done that he wisely thought better of it.
"Stay out of the way and don't touch anything."
He listened to what Nightbeat had to say, frowning slightly. "Actually, I would have been more surprised if you had found something. There's no point tampering with one of these." He tapped a drum-shaped object inset on the top of the loader. "Microwave antenna. They're controlled from the yards' central dispatch computer, and it would have shut the machine down immediately."
He looked at one of the nearby officers. "Are the holographers done?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then bag our corpse and send him to the morgue. Maybe the docs can get him to tell us more that we can." Turning back to Nightbeat, he added, "Whatever caused this, either the instructions came from the main computer or someone overrode it. Either way, we'll need to pay a visit."
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Iacon Mental Health Clinic
Smokescreen reclined behind his desk, reviewing his notes as he waited for his next patient. When he heard the knock, he put his book down, got up and headed for the door. Opening it, he saw Scavenger waiting on the other side.
"Scavenger!" he said with genuine enthusiasm. "It's good to see you again. How have you been?"
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Trainyards, Iacon:
Nightbeat shrugged. "An override signal would have made more sense. Certainly be easier to cover up. I'll go check the depot main computer." And with that, the detective turned and started towards the main building of the depot.
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Arraignment Court, Iacon:
If there was a revolving door anywhere for the scum of Cybertron, it was here. Hot Rod knew it well. Public defenders didn't really enter it at this point in the proceedings.
What he wasn't sure about this time, though, was the charges. He could always claim self defense.... and hope that nobody pointed out that if he hadn't been trying to rob the other thug blind, there would have been no point in having to defend himself. This was the first time he'd been caught red-handed, and he wasn't exactly sure what that was going to mean. Whatever it meant, it probably wasn't good.
With a hum, the conveyor belt he was clamped to slid him before the judge computer. On the screen before him, his past record of charges started to scroll across the screen. The flat voice came out of the grille. "How do you plead to the charge of larceny and murder?"
Hot Rod quietly and carefully said, "Not guilty due to self defense."
There was another set of whirs and clicks from the computer. "Defendant's past record indicates flight risk. Bail denied."
Hot Rod scowled.
There was another bleep. "Defendant may avoid trial and 90% probability of conviction through service."
Hot Rod's scowl became one of cautious hope. "Service? What kind of service?"
"Voluntary enlistment in the military."
The army. Hot Rod knew about the army. Lots of fresh air. Lots of wide open spaces. Some guards, but he could probably get around them. And anything beat having your personality components pulled and stuck in a cell. Or getting dumped, screaming, into a smelting pit. "I volunteer. Make me all you can be!"
Nightbeat shrugged. "An override signal would have made more sense. Certainly be easier to cover up. I'll go check the depot main computer." And with that, the detective turned and started towards the main building of the depot.
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Arraignment Court, Iacon:
If there was a revolving door anywhere for the scum of Cybertron, it was here. Hot Rod knew it well. Public defenders didn't really enter it at this point in the proceedings.
What he wasn't sure about this time, though, was the charges. He could always claim self defense.... and hope that nobody pointed out that if he hadn't been trying to rob the other thug blind, there would have been no point in having to defend himself. This was the first time he'd been caught red-handed, and he wasn't exactly sure what that was going to mean. Whatever it meant, it probably wasn't good.
With a hum, the conveyor belt he was clamped to slid him before the judge computer. On the screen before him, his past record of charges started to scroll across the screen. The flat voice came out of the grille. "How do you plead to the charge of larceny and murder?"
Hot Rod quietly and carefully said, "Not guilty due to self defense."
There was another set of whirs and clicks from the computer. "Defendant's past record indicates flight risk. Bail denied."
Hot Rod scowled.
There was another bleep. "Defendant may avoid trial and 90% probability of conviction through service."
Hot Rod's scowl became one of cautious hope. "Service? What kind of service?"
"Voluntary enlistment in the military."
The army. Hot Rod knew about the army. Lots of fresh air. Lots of wide open spaces. Some guards, but he could probably get around them. And anything beat having your personality components pulled and stuck in a cell. Or getting dumped, screaming, into a smelting pit. "I volunteer. Make me all you can be!"
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Iacon, War Academy
Hardtop tried not to beam at Sentinel's praise, but ended up beaming at his own feet. Holy slag, I hit it. I mean, I hoped I would. But man, that had to be a little lucky. And Sentinel likes me! This might not be so bad after all!
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Blaze walked up beside Warpath and Gunrunner and crossed his arms. He didn't know if either would recognize him, and didn't much care. Sentinel had requested him here, and he knew Sentinel wasn't the type for traps. He'd walked up just in time to catch Hardtop's shot, and while he'd seen better, it'd been few and far between. But then, that kid'd better be a good shot; weedy little runt couldn't have much else going for 'im.
Hardtop tried not to beam at Sentinel's praise, but ended up beaming at his own feet. Holy slag, I hit it. I mean, I hoped I would. But man, that had to be a little lucky. And Sentinel likes me! This might not be so bad after all!
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Blaze walked up beside Warpath and Gunrunner and crossed his arms. He didn't know if either would recognize him, and didn't much care. Sentinel had requested him here, and he knew Sentinel wasn't the type for traps. He'd walked up just in time to catch Hardtop's shot, and while he'd seen better, it'd been few and far between. But then, that kid'd better be a good shot; weedy little runt couldn't have much else going for 'im.
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Iaacon Mental Health clinic
Scavenger entered the office.
"OK I guess. The hearing has scheduled my evidence about the Kaon Alpha 17 Mine disaster. I know it wasn't my fault that it happpened but I still worry about if I'd done something differently been more aware I could have prevented. I should have seen that the company was cutting corners."
Scavenger entered the office.
"OK I guess. The hearing has scheduled my evidence about the Kaon Alpha 17 Mine disaster. I know it wasn't my fault that it happpened but I still worry about if I'd done something differently been more aware I could have prevented. I should have seen that the company was cutting corners."
War Academy
Sentinel looked away from Hardtop and was about to address the next mech in line when Kup called him.
The instructor turned on his heels to face his former trainer, and followed military procedure by giving the old coot a salute. Privately Sentinel always thought Kup could fall apart any time. He was so old! But the old guy refuses to make way for the youngbloods like him...
Of course, none of these resentments showed in Sentinel's expression. "Sir!" He said as soon as he heard his name being called, then listened to Kup. "Another new recruit?" Sentinel looked Volks up and down. Small. Weak. Doesn't look like the sniper material. "Doesn't look like much of anything to me, Kup. You sure he wasn't supposed to be sent to community service or something?"
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"No problem, Blaster. We can have Sentinel on air via a teleconference in a cycle or so." Warpath told the broadcaster, then chuckled as he signed off.
Gunrunner and Warpath watched as Kup entered with Volks. Gunrunner shook his head "Must've been caught doing a criminal act or something. What d'you peg him for?"
"Who? The runt?" Warpath asked (though he wasn't much taller than Volks) as he sent a text message to Sentinel to inform him of his schedule with Blaster. "Hacker, maybe. Or a thief. Doesn't look like one of those gangsters to me."
"Hey, listen, Warpath. It's been fun, but I've got a pressing engagement. Got to go to Kaon."
"Whyever for?"
"Volunteered for a military project. A little pickup before I lead my team into the field. Some sort of armour thing or other. It's with Wheeljack..."
Warpath winced. "Wheeljack? He's an old buddy of mine. Been nice knowing you, kid."
"Aw, c'mon. It can't be that bad... anyway, I'll catch you later." Gunrunner grinned, turned around, and transformed into his jet mode, taking into the air. The flier ignored Blaze completely, not recognizing the hitman or his infamous reputation.
Warpath, however, did. He was present, as always, when Sentinel discussed with Zeta Prime about Blaze's conditional release. Warpath hasn't met Blaze before, but he knew of the hitman. Heck, he's the one who had delivered the request from Sentinel to the prison. "Hello, Blaze." Warpath said, turning lazily to regard the hitman. While Warpath knew Blaze wasn't armed with weapons, he was careful enough not to let his guard down. "Sentinel's probably going to see you after he deals with that other runt."
Sentinel looked away from Hardtop and was about to address the next mech in line when Kup called him.
The instructor turned on his heels to face his former trainer, and followed military procedure by giving the old coot a salute. Privately Sentinel always thought Kup could fall apart any time. He was so old! But the old guy refuses to make way for the youngbloods like him...
Of course, none of these resentments showed in Sentinel's expression. "Sir!" He said as soon as he heard his name being called, then listened to Kup. "Another new recruit?" Sentinel looked Volks up and down. Small. Weak. Doesn't look like the sniper material. "Doesn't look like much of anything to me, Kup. You sure he wasn't supposed to be sent to community service or something?"
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"No problem, Blaster. We can have Sentinel on air via a teleconference in a cycle or so." Warpath told the broadcaster, then chuckled as he signed off.
Gunrunner and Warpath watched as Kup entered with Volks. Gunrunner shook his head "Must've been caught doing a criminal act or something. What d'you peg him for?"
"Who? The runt?" Warpath asked (though he wasn't much taller than Volks) as he sent a text message to Sentinel to inform him of his schedule with Blaster. "Hacker, maybe. Or a thief. Doesn't look like one of those gangsters to me."
"Hey, listen, Warpath. It's been fun, but I've got a pressing engagement. Got to go to Kaon."
"Whyever for?"
"Volunteered for a military project. A little pickup before I lead my team into the field. Some sort of armour thing or other. It's with Wheeljack..."
Warpath winced. "Wheeljack? He's an old buddy of mine. Been nice knowing you, kid."
"Aw, c'mon. It can't be that bad... anyway, I'll catch you later." Gunrunner grinned, turned around, and transformed into his jet mode, taking into the air. The flier ignored Blaze completely, not recognizing the hitman or his infamous reputation.
Warpath, however, did. He was present, as always, when Sentinel discussed with Zeta Prime about Blaze's conditional release. Warpath hasn't met Blaze before, but he knew of the hitman. Heck, he's the one who had delivered the request from Sentinel to the prison. "Hello, Blaze." Warpath said, turning lazily to regard the hitman. While Warpath knew Blaze wasn't armed with weapons, he was careful enough not to let his guard down. "Sentinel's probably going to see you after he deals with that other runt."
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Palace of the Elders, Iacon
Entering the building and passing Ironhide, Orion, and Nighstalker, the two Temple Knights approached the reception desk and waited to be recognized. For ones such as them, it didn't take long.
"We are here to speak with the Elders, whichever one is free to represent them," The elder Temple Knight spoke, firm and emotionless.
"Do you have a preference?" The receptionist asked, alreading begining to go through the computer scheduling.
"Zeta Prime, or whoever else is here..." The elder Temple Knight paused in his list, leaning a bit closer towards the receptionist. "The matter is urgent. We will not be leaving until we have spoken with someone. We will locate one ourselves if need be."
The receptionist, unconciously perhaps, leaned back just slightly in response. "I will do everything I can," She offered, quickly returning to her computer and activating the com system. "Zeta Prime, you have a visitors, two Temple Knights. Master..." She trailed off briefly, looking back at the elder mech again.
"Yoketron," He answered politely to her prompt, "And Terabolt."
"Master Yoketron and Terabolt," The receptionist repeated over the com. "They say it is a matter of urgency, if you are free to recieve them."
Maitenance Corridors, Iacon Depths
"There we go," Raiku spoke to himself, disconnecting from the company computer and his personal datapad. His visual data uploaded to the two databanks, he subspaced his personal data pad before checking the computer one last time.
Everything seemed to be there for now, but it wasn't always, which is why he kept the datapad. Lately his readings sometimes dissapeared out of the computer, and he took the blame for not uploading the info a few times, which was why he now kept the datapad backup. It was an old computer, well overdue for being replaced, but their employer wasn't likely to do that until the thing broke down entirely. That alone wasn't odd, but there was other strange things starting to happen.
A sound down one of the corridors pulled Raiku's attention away from the computer and down the darkened tunnel. That was the other thing... Without thinking about it, Raiku found himself picking up a large maitenace wrench, turning to look towards where he'd heard the sound. His optics couldn't detect anything in the dark corridor, but he started to cycle through the settings on his energy sight, already having an idea what he might be looking for.
Entering the building and passing Ironhide, Orion, and Nighstalker, the two Temple Knights approached the reception desk and waited to be recognized. For ones such as them, it didn't take long.
"We are here to speak with the Elders, whichever one is free to represent them," The elder Temple Knight spoke, firm and emotionless.
"Do you have a preference?" The receptionist asked, alreading begining to go through the computer scheduling.
"Zeta Prime, or whoever else is here..." The elder Temple Knight paused in his list, leaning a bit closer towards the receptionist. "The matter is urgent. We will not be leaving until we have spoken with someone. We will locate one ourselves if need be."
The receptionist, unconciously perhaps, leaned back just slightly in response. "I will do everything I can," She offered, quickly returning to her computer and activating the com system. "Zeta Prime, you have a visitors, two Temple Knights. Master..." She trailed off briefly, looking back at the elder mech again.
"Yoketron," He answered politely to her prompt, "And Terabolt."
"Master Yoketron and Terabolt," The receptionist repeated over the com. "They say it is a matter of urgency, if you are free to recieve them."
Maitenance Corridors, Iacon Depths
"There we go," Raiku spoke to himself, disconnecting from the company computer and his personal datapad. His visual data uploaded to the two databanks, he subspaced his personal data pad before checking the computer one last time.
Everything seemed to be there for now, but it wasn't always, which is why he kept the datapad. Lately his readings sometimes dissapeared out of the computer, and he took the blame for not uploading the info a few times, which was why he now kept the datapad backup. It was an old computer, well overdue for being replaced, but their employer wasn't likely to do that until the thing broke down entirely. That alone wasn't odd, but there was other strange things starting to happen.
A sound down one of the corridors pulled Raiku's attention away from the computer and down the darkened tunnel. That was the other thing... Without thinking about it, Raiku found himself picking up a large maitenace wrench, turning to look towards where he'd heard the sound. His optics couldn't detect anything in the dark corridor, but he started to cycle through the settings on his energy sight, already having an idea what he might be looking for.
Skies
As Gunrunner shot away from the War Academy, he put all thoughts of Sentinel and Warpath aside, and considered his position.
He had just been given command of a unit! Sure, it's stationed in a place that's unlikely to see any action, but it was awesome nevertheless. And to think that he was trustworthy enough to be recommended to take part in this 'Pretender Vehicle' project! Life was good.
He shot towards the Border Regions, transmitting his ID signals to the local air traffic controller, as well as the permission to leave Iacon airspace.
Wheeljack... what is this guy like? What Warpath had said just now made Gunrunner imagine a stereotypical mad scientist, with a monocle, a cackling laugh, a sinister dark laboratory with chemicals of all colours, a dungeon, and maybe even a hunchbacked minion. Gunrunner briefly considered this, then laughed merrily as he shot above the city states, moving at high speed towards Kaon.
(OOC: Gunnie now goes to Kaon thread, yes?)
As Gunrunner shot away from the War Academy, he put all thoughts of Sentinel and Warpath aside, and considered his position.
He had just been given command of a unit! Sure, it's stationed in a place that's unlikely to see any action, but it was awesome nevertheless. And to think that he was trustworthy enough to be recommended to take part in this 'Pretender Vehicle' project! Life was good.
He shot towards the Border Regions, transmitting his ID signals to the local air traffic controller, as well as the permission to leave Iacon airspace.
Wheeljack... what is this guy like? What Warpath had said just now made Gunrunner imagine a stereotypical mad scientist, with a monocle, a cackling laugh, a sinister dark laboratory with chemicals of all colours, a dungeon, and maybe even a hunchbacked minion. Gunrunner briefly considered this, then laughed merrily as he shot above the city states, moving at high speed towards Kaon.
(OOC: Gunnie now goes to Kaon thread, yes?)
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Iacon, War Academy
Blaze nodded, "Warpath, isn't it." He said, more than asked, his voice a raspy growl, "That's fine. I'm in no hurry." The soldier reclined in the bench next to the sharpshooter and chomped a cygar. "Not the most intimidating batch here, huh?"
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Hardtop startled at Sentinel's gesture. Did he just? Me in a? But? I? "What?" Oops
Blaze nodded, "Warpath, isn't it." He said, more than asked, his voice a raspy growl, "That's fine. I'm in no hurry." The soldier reclined in the bench next to the sharpshooter and chomped a cygar. "Not the most intimidating batch here, huh?"
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Hardtop startled at Sentinel's gesture. Did he just? Me in a? But? I? "What?" Oops
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Patrol around Iacon:
He loves to fly.
The feeling of the wind, sliding across his wings. The keening hum of his engines and anti-gravs. Arcing through the air like an improbable avian. Sure, he wasn't fast in the air. Agility made up for it. His hope was that he wouldn't actually have to fight anybody in the air for very long. Laser cannon and a black beam cannon, while effective enough in their own right, just didn't have the standoff capacity that missile launchers did.
Not that there was much in the way of enemies to fight.
Tracks chuckled to himself as he swooped down, hovering a couple of feet above the roadway as he throttled his engines back, wings angling back under his fuselage. He hummed down the road, keeping an optic out for anything unusual.
He loves to fly.
The feeling of the wind, sliding across his wings. The keening hum of his engines and anti-gravs. Arcing through the air like an improbable avian. Sure, he wasn't fast in the air. Agility made up for it. His hope was that he wouldn't actually have to fight anybody in the air for very long. Laser cannon and a black beam cannon, while effective enough in their own right, just didn't have the standoff capacity that missile launchers did.
Not that there was much in the way of enemies to fight.
Tracks chuckled to himself as he swooped down, hovering a couple of feet above the roadway as he throttled his engines back, wings angling back under his fuselage. He hummed down the road, keeping an optic out for anything unusual.
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War Academy
"He's not," Kup answered sternly to Sentinel. "Whatever rotten task you can think of is his for the following mega cycles. Courts send him. Seems like this guy thinks he can just fool around with other mechs' credits."
"Hey, what can I say?" Volks said as he interrupted Kup, "I'm good at what I do."
"Don't know when to shut up either. That's why I think that he'll serve us best under your command right now."
It was then that Bombard entered the scene and Kup gave him the same stern look as Sentinel did. Kup hates it when he's interrupted and it always showed. As a matter of fact, he always looked angry so not many mechs could tell the difference anyway.
"You got nothing to worry about," Kup replied to Bombard. "This sawed off runt," he said as he pointed to Volks, "will probably do very wel as cannonfodder on the front line."
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Volks didn't look at either senior officers for a second. It wasn't meant out of disrespect. Far from it. He has read many stories about Kup and his missions. He's probably one of the oldest serving Cybertronians in the army right now and sure he looked old, but he can probabaly still kick alot of tailpipe and walk away laughing.
Volks had read that Kup's hard on pretty much anybody and that Sentinel is not that much different. Just my luck, he thought. They're probably going to have me on patrol for a long time.
"He's not," Kup answered sternly to Sentinel. "Whatever rotten task you can think of is his for the following mega cycles. Courts send him. Seems like this guy thinks he can just fool around with other mechs' credits."
"Hey, what can I say?" Volks said as he interrupted Kup, "I'm good at what I do."
"Don't know when to shut up either. That's why I think that he'll serve us best under your command right now."
It was then that Bombard entered the scene and Kup gave him the same stern look as Sentinel did. Kup hates it when he's interrupted and it always showed. As a matter of fact, he always looked angry so not many mechs could tell the difference anyway.
"You got nothing to worry about," Kup replied to Bombard. "This sawed off runt," he said as he pointed to Volks, "will probably do very wel as cannonfodder on the front line."
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Volks didn't look at either senior officers for a second. It wasn't meant out of disrespect. Far from it. He has read many stories about Kup and his missions. He's probably one of the oldest serving Cybertronians in the army right now and sure he looked old, but he can probabaly still kick alot of tailpipe and walk away laughing.
Volks had read that Kup's hard on pretty much anybody and that Sentinel is not that much different. Just my luck, he thought. They're probably going to have me on patrol for a long time.
War Academy
Privately, Sentinel smiled to himself when that single word escaped Hardtop's mouth. Gives him an excuse to admonish the sniper, and not make him too overconfident due to his earlier praise. "Speak when spoken to. Understand?" Sentinel snapped at Hardtop, then turned back to regard Kup and Volks.
A smile that wasn't friendly at all grew on Sentinel's face. "Ah, a rotten criminal-" When Volks interrupted Kup, Sentinel pointed a thick finger at the Minibot's face, and all but shouted. "Mind your vocoders, shorty! You ain't doing yourself any favours. Get down and give me fifty!"
By 'give me fifty', Sentinel meant a transformation drill, of course. Transformation was instinctive, like walking. But do them a lot of times in a short period and it'll be painful, like if you've run for a long time.
Sentinel snorted when Kup had that line about Volks being cannonfodder. "All due respect, Kup, I don't think this little gremlin here's going to even survive my boot camp, much less go into the field."
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"Nope." Warpath nodded, agreeing with Blaze.
After a moment of silence he added, "So did they ever tell you why they bailed you out of jail?"
Privately, Sentinel smiled to himself when that single word escaped Hardtop's mouth. Gives him an excuse to admonish the sniper, and not make him too overconfident due to his earlier praise. "Speak when spoken to. Understand?" Sentinel snapped at Hardtop, then turned back to regard Kup and Volks.
A smile that wasn't friendly at all grew on Sentinel's face. "Ah, a rotten criminal-" When Volks interrupted Kup, Sentinel pointed a thick finger at the Minibot's face, and all but shouted. "Mind your vocoders, shorty! You ain't doing yourself any favours. Get down and give me fifty!"
By 'give me fifty', Sentinel meant a transformation drill, of course. Transformation was instinctive, like walking. But do them a lot of times in a short period and it'll be painful, like if you've run for a long time.
Sentinel snorted when Kup had that line about Volks being cannonfodder. "All due respect, Kup, I don't think this little gremlin here's going to even survive my boot camp, much less go into the field."
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"Nope." Warpath nodded, agreeing with Blaze.
After a moment of silence he added, "So did they ever tell you why they bailed you out of jail?"
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Hub-Palace of the Elders, lower levels:
"First thing we gotta do is get you a weapon'n then make sure ya c'n use it. Nahghtstawker, head on over ta th' target range an' save us a lane. Ah'll grab some guns an' we c'n see whut he's good with."
"First thing we gotta do is get you a weapon'n then make sure ya c'n use it. Nahghtstawker, head on over ta th' target range an' save us a lane. Ah'll grab some guns an' we c'n see whut he's good with."
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