[Original RPG] Broken Peace: Chapter 1- Decepticons
- StoneCold Skywarp
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Geez, you go away fer a couple of days...
Sixshot was surprised to see Skywarp alive, particularly after his untimely demise at the hands of Grimlock. The pair arrived at Shockwave's quarters simaltaneously.
"Who's the target?"
Sixshot walked slightly ahead of Skywarp, his intent was more deadly. Nodding at Overlord and Bludgeon as he entered, Sixshot continued.
"and what are his last known co-ordinates?"
"Who's the target?"
Sixshot walked slightly ahead of Skywarp, his intent was more deadly. Nodding at Overlord and Bludgeon as he entered, Sixshot continued.
"and what are his last known co-ordinates?"
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Fair one, my mistake. Didnt mean to get anyones back up
For the time being, Shockwave ignored Sixshots comment.
"Firstly, now that you are all present, allow me to re-introduce you all to Skywarp. Whilst I do not know the details of his resurection, his reappearance is timely, as he has a valuable ability- teleportataion.
Now, to the matter in hand. The Autobot in question has not been identified. However, I have been able to narrow the field down to two Autobots, Mirage and Hound.
The Autobot has been spotted inside Carbombyan teritory, and is headed on a path that leads to here- Metrotitan. Now, the objective is to caprture the Autobot, and bring him here to Metrotitan for interrogation.
I will personally lead this mission. If I can direct attention to my display unit, I can show you how to proceed"
Shockwave tapped a code, and a holographic display emerged, suspended in mid-air.
"Here is metrotitan, and here is the last known co-ordinates of our quarry. Overlord, Sixshot, Biudgeon and myself will form a box, in which we will trap him. The box will become tighter and tighter until we have him in our custody."
The screen changed.
"This is how we were able to spot him. Energy readings were spotted. Though eratic, a clear and distinguished path was determined. You are to look out for these energy readings, and report in coded and scrambled messages to each member, so that we can tighten the noose. Are there any questions?"
"Not from me" replied Overlord, who was looking forward to the hunt.
"Firstly, now that you are all present, allow me to re-introduce you all to Skywarp. Whilst I do not know the details of his resurection, his reappearance is timely, as he has a valuable ability- teleportataion.
Now, to the matter in hand. The Autobot in question has not been identified. However, I have been able to narrow the field down to two Autobots, Mirage and Hound.
The Autobot has been spotted inside Carbombyan teritory, and is headed on a path that leads to here- Metrotitan. Now, the objective is to caprture the Autobot, and bring him here to Metrotitan for interrogation.
I will personally lead this mission. If I can direct attention to my display unit, I can show you how to proceed"
Shockwave tapped a code, and a holographic display emerged, suspended in mid-air.
"Here is metrotitan, and here is the last known co-ordinates of our quarry. Overlord, Sixshot, Biudgeon and myself will form a box, in which we will trap him. The box will become tighter and tighter until we have him in our custody."
The screen changed.
"This is how we were able to spot him. Energy readings were spotted. Though eratic, a clear and distinguished path was determined. You are to look out for these energy readings, and report in coded and scrambled messages to each member, so that we can tighten the noose. Are there any questions?"
"Not from me" replied Overlord, who was looking forward to the hunt.
Metrotitan
Bludgeon nodded as a gesture of acknowledging Shockwave's plan and proceeded to state out the only question he had. "Only one. When will the hunt begin?"
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The doors of the briefing room opened and a large, purple Decepticon, standing a head taller than most others - Cyclonus walked into the room, his red optics immediately focusing on Galvatron, who was speaking to his forces.
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The doors of the briefing room opened and a large, purple Decepticon, standing a head taller than most others - Cyclonus walked into the room, his red optics immediately focusing on Galvatron, who was speaking to his forces.
He was not used to this.
Sitting around.
Waiting.
KatasTrofiK was sitting in the corner of the room listening intently to his commander Galvatron. They had been exiled to the backwards world of Earth, a planet that was infested with lowly organic lifeforms. This place, everything about it, was alien to him. Cybertron is, was, his home for so many millenia. His oldest memory was of it's golden glow in the darkness; illuminating all around it.
That memory, how he wanted to know so much more about it.
As far as records were concerned he was 'born', if you could call it that, a few months after the Siege Of Iacon out of a broken shell found strewn up in an abandoned hanger amidst all of the wreckage. 'Done up like a kipper', that is how he had been described when introduced to the other Decepticons earlier today. It seems as though the first generation exiles had picked up a few bad traits during their stay on Earth.
KatasTrofiK hated this planet with a passion. But he was stuck here until the Decepticon army could mount a counter strike against The Quintessons. However before their quest to re-take their homeland, they had to sort out the ever pressent Autobot problem.
A glint appears in the eyes of KatasTrofiK; he was made to hurt, he was built for destruction. And he enjoyed it.
And so he has no choice but to wait. To wait until the time is right; the time where the Autobots would finally be destroyed. The results would surely be KatasTrofiK...
Sitting around.
Waiting.
KatasTrofiK was sitting in the corner of the room listening intently to his commander Galvatron. They had been exiled to the backwards world of Earth, a planet that was infested with lowly organic lifeforms. This place, everything about it, was alien to him. Cybertron is, was, his home for so many millenia. His oldest memory was of it's golden glow in the darkness; illuminating all around it.
That memory, how he wanted to know so much more about it.
As far as records were concerned he was 'born', if you could call it that, a few months after the Siege Of Iacon out of a broken shell found strewn up in an abandoned hanger amidst all of the wreckage. 'Done up like a kipper', that is how he had been described when introduced to the other Decepticons earlier today. It seems as though the first generation exiles had picked up a few bad traits during their stay on Earth.
KatasTrofiK hated this planet with a passion. But he was stuck here until the Decepticon army could mount a counter strike against The Quintessons. However before their quest to re-take their homeland, they had to sort out the ever pressent Autobot problem.
A glint appears in the eyes of KatasTrofiK; he was made to hurt, he was built for destruction. And he enjoyed it.
And so he has no choice but to wait. To wait until the time is right; the time where the Autobots would finally be destroyed. The results would surely be KatasTrofiK...
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"You, Skywarp, are the random element, the confusion in this plan of logic. You are to teleport randomly in the box that I, Overlord, Bludgeon and Sixshot are to make. If you chance upon the infiltrator, you will startle him, and in his confusion he will make a mistake, a mistake that will end his little game. Of course, it goes without saying that you will alert us four that you have found him...I am allowing a little lattitude here. He can be toyed with before we arrive, but do not, I repeat DO NOT kill him. Are my instructions clear?"
The question was directed to all present.
The question was directed to all present.
Insane Windslice thought. That one word sums up the Decepticons. Insane. They were all Oil thirsty fiends, ofcourse the lower ranks always were. The higher ranks were more like a corrupt government back on Cybertron before he left. With the likes of Thunderwing running the place, Artisocrats not so much caring about destroying things but becoming more powerful with a greater influence. It was still repulsive to him, why fight for power with people you should be fighting with. The isolationism Cybertron was held in for so long made it so there was no one to fight but eachother. Windslice continued to walk through the hallways of Metro-titan huinting for an exit or a wall map. Which ever he spotted first.
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As StarBlade drew closer to Metrotitan, she relaxed, and slowed her speed down. At this range, any Autobot flyer would be slagged by the giant city's turrets. Checking her scanner, she noted that the only current blip was Ramjet. I should thank him for not taking the opportunity to test what I mentioned back there... She then opened a private comm to Ramjet.
"Hey, Ramjet? Thanks for not griping too much about playing backup.... And for not trying to prove what I said back there, about being worthless in a dog fight at that speed... Its my only drawback, and one that I think anyone who helps me should know. I may be an assassin, and assassins tend to hide any and all drawbacks, but I know better. The assassin who trained me was slagged because he refused to acknowledge his drawback, and it got him caught. So....Thanks. We may grate on each other, but you're a pretty good 'Con."
"Hey, Ramjet? Thanks for not griping too much about playing backup.... And for not trying to prove what I said back there, about being worthless in a dog fight at that speed... Its my only drawback, and one that I think anyone who helps me should know. I may be an assassin, and assassins tend to hide any and all drawbacks, but I know better. The assassin who trained me was slagged because he refused to acknowledge his drawback, and it got him caught. So....Thanks. We may grate on each other, but you're a pretty good 'Con."
Ramjet wasn't quite sure how to reply to Starblade. Finally he managed to say, "You're a good 'Con yourself, by the looks of things. You did a good job back there. That is, as long as Magnus stays dead."
Hmmm...Never thought I'd hear her say something like that. Maybe I can tolerate her after all.
For now, anyway.
Hmmm...Never thought I'd hear her say something like that. Maybe I can tolerate her after all.
For now, anyway.
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StarBlade chuckled to herself silently. She slowed down even more the closer they got to the base.
"If Magnus decides to come back, I'll just try it again, until he stays dead. Unless he's like those little bugs the humans call roaches....From what I've heard, you can't kill those things." One more look at her scanner showed nothing. "I think we're clear of that 'Bot...."
"If Magnus decides to come back, I'll just try it again, until he stays dead. Unless he's like those little bugs the humans call roaches....From what I've heard, you can't kill those things." One more look at her scanner showed nothing. "I think we're clear of that 'Bot...."
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Galvatron looked at his followers.
Galvatron: "As a whole, the Earth will be unharmed...it is far too valuable. These humans are fools...they wreck, they poison...when they have all they would ever need to create an intergalactic juggernaut...all the materials...all the energy! All ours...with this...we will crush the Autobots...then the Quints...then...all shall bow before us! Astrotrain...report...are we ready to proceed?"
Galvatron: "As a whole, the Earth will be unharmed...it is far too valuable. These humans are fools...they wreck, they poison...when they have all they would ever need to create an intergalactic juggernaut...all the materials...all the energy! All ours...with this...we will crush the Autobots...then the Quints...then...all shall bow before us! Astrotrain...report...are we ready to proceed?"
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Carbombya Outskirts
A pair of binoculars poked out of a broken window, and surveyed the area.
"I think they're gone," Knock-Out said.
"Well, they sure as slag haven't been looking for us," Bonecrusher said.
"Alright, then," Wreckage said, flipping a switch on a portable distress beacon. "Let's hope that the Autobots get to hear this."
A pair of binoculars poked out of a broken window, and surveyed the area.
"I think they're gone," Knock-Out said.
"Well, they sure as slag haven't been looking for us," Bonecrusher said.
"Alright, then," Wreckage said, flipping a switch on a portable distress beacon. "Let's hope that the Autobots get to hear this."
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Now the femme really laughed. "I get the feeling, Ramjet, that you'll get your fun soon enough."
She noted the conehead was slowing down for landing. What a novel idea...slowing down before touchdown...never thought of that....But then again, I do have a car mode... Her airspeed was down enough that she could just drop to the ground right now and not have a problem, but she'd rather keep up with Ramjet, so she matched his airspeed, till they actually did land. Once wheels hit ground, the assassin braked and transformed. Looking towards Ramjet, she smirked.
"I get the feeling everyone waiting for you, me and Spinister to get back...."
She noted the conehead was slowing down for landing. What a novel idea...slowing down before touchdown...never thought of that....But then again, I do have a car mode... Her airspeed was down enough that she could just drop to the ground right now and not have a problem, but she'd rather keep up with Ramjet, so she matched his airspeed, till they actually did land. Once wheels hit ground, the assassin braked and transformed. Looking towards Ramjet, she smirked.
"I get the feeling everyone waiting for you, me and Spinister to get back...."
Shocky's office
Bludgeon nodded as an aswer to Shockwave's question. It was up to the others now.
Clench sits in the corner of the room, arms folded, boring a hole in Galvatrons head with his optics as Darkwing, Dreadwind, Runamuck and Runabout all cheer to his side.
All of this talk is futile. The time to strike is now, when the Autobots are recuperating, unaware of our gathering numbers. Instead we are whitling away this precious time listening to a motivating speech which is not needed. We are Decepticons. We are warriors. We do not need any surplus motivation to kill, to destroy.
The time for talk is over, Galvatron. Now is the time to strike.
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KatasTrofiK smirks at the thoughts of a Decepticon Empire rule of the Universe, before retreating back to the thoughts of his homeworld. The hatred begins to boil inside of him as the memories of the Quintessons banishing him to the planet Earth come to the forefront of his mind.
He wanted to attack the Autobots now; to get it over with before reaping his revenge on the Quints. He wants, needs, to make them pay.
All of this talk is futile. The time to strike is now, when the Autobots are recuperating, unaware of our gathering numbers. Instead we are whitling away this precious time listening to a motivating speech which is not needed. We are Decepticons. We are warriors. We do not need any surplus motivation to kill, to destroy.
The time for talk is over, Galvatron. Now is the time to strike.
~~~
KatasTrofiK smirks at the thoughts of a Decepticon Empire rule of the Universe, before retreating back to the thoughts of his homeworld. The hatred begins to boil inside of him as the memories of the Quintessons banishing him to the planet Earth come to the forefront of his mind.
He wanted to attack the Autobots now; to get it over with before reaping his revenge on the Quints. He wants, needs, to make them pay.