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Unknown to the Transformers continuing their war on Earth and across the galaxy, ragtag groups of heroic rebel Transformers have dared to stay and oppose the Quintesson occupation of their home planet, Cybertron. The Quintesson tyrants, though still firmly in control of the planet, have grown tired of the Transformers' insurgency and have put bounties on the rebels' heads. Their military branch also churns, preparing to stomp out the resistance. From strategic locations around the planet, the Transformers continue their desperate struggle...
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Iacon
Emirate Xaaron commands the resistance from a secret location in Cybertron's capital city, surrounded by a cell of his most loyal and skilled soldiers. However, Azure Diadem's intelligence network has caught wind of his headquarters' location, and General Ghyrik's forces are martialling for an all-out attack. The Autobots hope to hold out, but are prepared to fall back into the city's sewer system if all else fails.
Iacon Cell: Xaaron, Topspin, Twin Twist, Roadburner, Wheelblaze, Power Run, Strikedown
Quints: Ghyrik, Azure Diadem and her Sentries, Death's Head, Overcharge, Warcry
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Polyhex
The Quintesson governor who has siezed this once-proud Decepticon city has begun executing unwanted Transformers in the Smelting Pools. The Imperial Magestrate is coming all the way from Iacon to witness this new form of execution first-hand, so the city's security staff (commanded by Lockdown) has brought in several mercenaries to help them hunt down the Rebels who would try to disrupt the show. The Rebels, meanwhile, are planning to rescue the prisoners who are being held by the Quints, to embarrass the governor and strengthen themselves.
Polyhex Cell: Roadblock, Bomb-Burst, Breaker, Misfire, Needlenose, Squawkbox
Quints: Lockdown, Apeface, Detritus, Doubledealer, Snapdragon, Tunnel Rat
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Kalis
In a city that once served as a stronghold for the Autobot resistance, the Transformer resistance is in danger of being snuffed out once and for all. Black Battle Convoy and the Combiner Elimination Squad tear through the city following a Galvatron sighting, stomping on the local Rebels as they search for clues to Galvatron's whereabouts.
Kalis Cell: Moonracer, Bumblebee, Cobalt, Kick Off, Thunderclash, Gunrunner, Windbreaker
Quints: Black Battle Convoy, Combiner Elimination Squad, Eiramnna, Haras
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Vector Sigma
In one of the holiest places on Cybertron, Autobot and Decepticon alike fight to keep the enemy at bay. Rebel raiding parties ambush Quintesson patrols and burglarize their supply storage facilities, doing whatever they can to delay the enemy's advance into Cybertron's lower levels.
Vector Sigma Cell: God Jinrai, Axer, Blackstar, Decibel, Derby, Doublecross, Krok, Oiler and Slide
Quints: None...yet.
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[Original RPG] Cybertron: Homefront
Vector Sigma Buffer Chamber
Seated along the wall, Derby whistled softly as he shuffled through his toolbox, withdrawing his best scalpel to clean it. It had been quiet lately - the Quintessons hadn't bothered trying to come too deep for nearly an orn, and the rebels had largely kept to themselves. "Quiet", of course, means something much different in such a situation as theirs, and rarely is it a good thing, but Derby knew that he needed to keep up the others' morale. He continued whistling just loud enough that the others milling about could hear without being bothered as he went about his menial maintenance...
Kalis was, at one time, considered to be the second-glorious city-state on Cybertron. Those days, however, were long-past. After falling victim to the depreditions of Flame and his zombie army, the city lay in ruins. Her remaining citizens toiled long and hard to restore some of the area's lost glory, but despite their best efforts Kalis had never become much more than a ghost town.
The Quintesson invasion changed that, although not in a way that the Transformer population would have appreciated. Since there was so little fighting in the city during the original takeover, Kalis was conquered virtually intact. It became a bustling metropolis once again, abeit with Quintessons and their minions in the place of the original Cybertronian citizens.
This had, of course, served to attract a great deal of disaffected Autobots and Decepticons, survivors of the initial onslaught who wanted to strike back at the invaders. For a while, it looked like they were doing some serious damage to the enemy, but then...then, the tide turned. Countless Sharkticons and Allicons poured into the city, produced in foundries across the planet. The rebels had fought well, but dozens of them fell in combat.
The Dark Guardians had been the last straw. With their arrival, only the bravest and most foolish rebels dared to show their faces above-ground. Most who went up never came back down.
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Streets, Kalis
Cobalt clutched the Sharkticon's head firmly with one hand, ignoring the creature's grunt of surprise. He raised his energo-cutlass with his free arm, driving it into the Quint machine's neck. Dropping his foe, the Autobot covert ops specialist turned his attention to the door that it had been guarding.
Now we see if these codes are worth the price we paid...
Cobalt tapped a seven-digit number into the door's keypad, and it slid open noiselessly. Inside, he found exactly what he had been hoping.
Energon. And lots of it. Enough to keep the others going for a few weeks, at least.
Watching out of the corner of his optic for patrols, he dragged the deceased Sharkticon into the storage shed. Once that was done, he quickly started loading the stacks of energon cubes into his subspace pocket.
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The Dead End, Polyhex
Allicon #236591-V never enjoyed these back-alley patrol routes. Too many of his comrades had disappeared here for him to be entirely comfortable, although he would never think to question his orders. Besides, those that had disappeared were sloppy. 91-V knew that he was far more vigilant than his peers.
"I'd like to see some that silly winged beast pick a fight with me," he said haughtily to himself.
"As you wish."
The voice from behind him had startled 91-V, and he tried to spin around. Before he could, though, he felt a leathery arm wrap around his neck.
"Too slow."
The Allicon tried to struggle, but the beast was simply too strong for him. He felt a set of fangs bite into his neck, and could no longer fight the rising tide of fear.
His own screams were the last sounds 91-V heard before he died.
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Bomb-Burst stepped over the drained carcass of the Allicon, energon and oil dripping from his still-wet fangs. The Pretender instructed his shell to split, then sent the two halves of it into subspace to preserve the fuel he had just stolen.
With a look of sadistic satisfaction in his optics, the Decepticon turned and headed towards the nearest sewer grate.
Hopefully I can make it back to base without running into any more of those walking trash cans...
The Quintesson invasion changed that, although not in a way that the Transformer population would have appreciated. Since there was so little fighting in the city during the original takeover, Kalis was conquered virtually intact. It became a bustling metropolis once again, abeit with Quintessons and their minions in the place of the original Cybertronian citizens.
This had, of course, served to attract a great deal of disaffected Autobots and Decepticons, survivors of the initial onslaught who wanted to strike back at the invaders. For a while, it looked like they were doing some serious damage to the enemy, but then...then, the tide turned. Countless Sharkticons and Allicons poured into the city, produced in foundries across the planet. The rebels had fought well, but dozens of them fell in combat.
The Dark Guardians had been the last straw. With their arrival, only the bravest and most foolish rebels dared to show their faces above-ground. Most who went up never came back down.
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Streets, Kalis
Cobalt clutched the Sharkticon's head firmly with one hand, ignoring the creature's grunt of surprise. He raised his energo-cutlass with his free arm, driving it into the Quint machine's neck. Dropping his foe, the Autobot covert ops specialist turned his attention to the door that it had been guarding.
Now we see if these codes are worth the price we paid...
Cobalt tapped a seven-digit number into the door's keypad, and it slid open noiselessly. Inside, he found exactly what he had been hoping.
Energon. And lots of it. Enough to keep the others going for a few weeks, at least.
Watching out of the corner of his optic for patrols, he dragged the deceased Sharkticon into the storage shed. Once that was done, he quickly started loading the stacks of energon cubes into his subspace pocket.
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The Dead End, Polyhex
Allicon #236591-V never enjoyed these back-alley patrol routes. Too many of his comrades had disappeared here for him to be entirely comfortable, although he would never think to question his orders. Besides, those that had disappeared were sloppy. 91-V knew that he was far more vigilant than his peers.
"I'd like to see some that silly winged beast pick a fight with me," he said haughtily to himself.
"As you wish."
The voice from behind him had startled 91-V, and he tried to spin around. Before he could, though, he felt a leathery arm wrap around his neck.
"Too slow."
The Allicon tried to struggle, but the beast was simply too strong for him. He felt a set of fangs bite into his neck, and could no longer fight the rising tide of fear.
His own screams were the last sounds 91-V heard before he died.
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Bomb-Burst stepped over the drained carcass of the Allicon, energon and oil dripping from his still-wet fangs. The Pretender instructed his shell to split, then sent the two halves of it into subspace to preserve the fuel he had just stolen.
With a look of sadistic satisfaction in his optics, the Decepticon turned and headed towards the nearest sewer grate.
Hopefully I can make it back to base without running into any more of those walking trash cans...
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optimusskids
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Squawktalk's Quarters somewhere under Polyhex
Squawktalk flapped round his quarters finishing the last connection setting up the room.
On one side balanced on a table was a cobbled together device consisting of 2 yellow cylinders a power source and a recording matrix. The 2 cylinders looked a bit the worse for wear and were battered.
Now then what to call ourselves, freedom fighters , las guerrillas, partisans, patriots, la Resistance , that last one has a certain ring to it.”
Squawktalk flew across to a makeshift podium on the other side of the room perching on the top he jabbed a control and looked into his scrounged camera.
“ welcome gentlemechs if you are watching this it means one of two things total victory or total defeat. If the former, students of history look me up I’ll probably be teaching at one of the universities , unless changes in tech have rendered my position redundant . Most current models have the storage capacity to handle a few basic languages. Look how my comrades have picked up Nebulan and the dialects of earth. Still it takes a special mech to grasp the nuances of useage and slang but I digress. The most likely outcome will be defeat and hopefully any who come after can use this record to learn from our mistakes.
This is war the like we have never seen before , la guerre total , blitzkrieg. There forces outnumber us and not only do they employ basic Sharkticon drones which rely on numbers to overwhelm us but also renegades of our own species. Before we knew civil war and there were a few defections but things quickly settled into clear cut factions. Never before have we had to fight our own on such a scale . Mechs that we once called comrade with whom we shared a unit or 2 of energon , with whom we fought side by side now oppose us .
Our newest comrades do not face the problem on the same scale . But then they have always had codes , ethics, morals. Never has it been brought home so , that the Decepticons are and always have been a loose collection of individuals with their eye on the main chance loyal to whichever leader is most powerful or generous . Not that there is not honour and loyalty amongst our forces but it is a rare beast indeed. Compassion is seen as a weakness to be ruthlessly exploited or eliminated but I digress.
We are fighting side by side with the Autobots , in fact gentlemech you may be an Autobot yourself. The ones I have met so far , seem ok , they seem to have accepted me not that I was ever one of the extreme ‘Cons . In fact some of them have a nickname for me . They call me Turk , when I first heard this I was intrigued . Perusal of my databanks showed a language Turkish and a country on earth. I was still puzzled then I diccovered a earth bird called a Turkey , fat slow and kept in captivity and slain for human festivals. I was horrified , Altism in the extreme I thought I am a parrot slaggit but I confronted one of the Bots concerned and it proved to be a coincidence . Its actually a contraction of Turquoise Streak . I am still puzzled and will investigate further. The’Bot just laughed and refused to say anything more but I digress.
La Resiatance movement is a diverse bunch consisting of the old , the slow, the unlucky and the driven. Those who were too slow or in the wrong place at the wrong time . Ranging from the skilled to the crazy to the downright scary and a few that are more of a mystery.
Not that I mind too much being left behind , well I’d prefer not to be facing almost certain death at the hands of overwhelming enemy forces but on the bright side I’ve met some Autobots , which I get on ok with . Not many though security is fairly tight but cassettes make ideal liasions for those rare occasions.
Actually I could have been an Autobot you know . All I really want in life is to learn fascinating new languages and cultures.
The Problem with being a cassette is you lack choice . You are summoned and put back in subspace at someone else’s whim. So one day I was a neutral and the next Soundwave summoned me out of subspace and said you’re a Decepticon now.
One of the reasons I signed up for this combiner gig. A bit more freedom of movement .
Currently I would be quite happy if I never saw the inside of a communications mech again. Anyway duty calls till the next thrilling instalment gentlemechs.”
Squawktalk subspaced the camera. First having armed a security device.
If anyone ever managed to retrieve the unit from his own personal subspace pocket they were in for a nasty surprise. Now what was the code for the day. A good idea all in all once we discovered the Quints had there own cassettes. Without a code a cassette with a new paint job and some acting talent could do untold damage.”
Squawktalk flapped round his quarters finishing the last connection setting up the room.
On one side balanced on a table was a cobbled together device consisting of 2 yellow cylinders a power source and a recording matrix. The 2 cylinders looked a bit the worse for wear and were battered.
Now then what to call ourselves, freedom fighters , las guerrillas, partisans, patriots, la Resistance , that last one has a certain ring to it.”
Squawktalk flew across to a makeshift podium on the other side of the room perching on the top he jabbed a control and looked into his scrounged camera.
“ welcome gentlemechs if you are watching this it means one of two things total victory or total defeat. If the former, students of history look me up I’ll probably be teaching at one of the universities , unless changes in tech have rendered my position redundant . Most current models have the storage capacity to handle a few basic languages. Look how my comrades have picked up Nebulan and the dialects of earth. Still it takes a special mech to grasp the nuances of useage and slang but I digress. The most likely outcome will be defeat and hopefully any who come after can use this record to learn from our mistakes.
This is war the like we have never seen before , la guerre total , blitzkrieg. There forces outnumber us and not only do they employ basic Sharkticon drones which rely on numbers to overwhelm us but also renegades of our own species. Before we knew civil war and there were a few defections but things quickly settled into clear cut factions. Never before have we had to fight our own on such a scale . Mechs that we once called comrade with whom we shared a unit or 2 of energon , with whom we fought side by side now oppose us .
Our newest comrades do not face the problem on the same scale . But then they have always had codes , ethics, morals. Never has it been brought home so , that the Decepticons are and always have been a loose collection of individuals with their eye on the main chance loyal to whichever leader is most powerful or generous . Not that there is not honour and loyalty amongst our forces but it is a rare beast indeed. Compassion is seen as a weakness to be ruthlessly exploited or eliminated but I digress.
We are fighting side by side with the Autobots , in fact gentlemech you may be an Autobot yourself. The ones I have met so far , seem ok , they seem to have accepted me not that I was ever one of the extreme ‘Cons . In fact some of them have a nickname for me . They call me Turk , when I first heard this I was intrigued . Perusal of my databanks showed a language Turkish and a country on earth. I was still puzzled then I diccovered a earth bird called a Turkey , fat slow and kept in captivity and slain for human festivals. I was horrified , Altism in the extreme I thought I am a parrot slaggit but I confronted one of the Bots concerned and it proved to be a coincidence . Its actually a contraction of Turquoise Streak . I am still puzzled and will investigate further. The’Bot just laughed and refused to say anything more but I digress.
La Resiatance movement is a diverse bunch consisting of the old , the slow, the unlucky and the driven. Those who were too slow or in the wrong place at the wrong time . Ranging from the skilled to the crazy to the downright scary and a few that are more of a mystery.
Not that I mind too much being left behind , well I’d prefer not to be facing almost certain death at the hands of overwhelming enemy forces but on the bright side I’ve met some Autobots , which I get on ok with . Not many though security is fairly tight but cassettes make ideal liasions for those rare occasions.
Actually I could have been an Autobot you know . All I really want in life is to learn fascinating new languages and cultures.
The Problem with being a cassette is you lack choice . You are summoned and put back in subspace at someone else’s whim. So one day I was a neutral and the next Soundwave summoned me out of subspace and said you’re a Decepticon now.
One of the reasons I signed up for this combiner gig. A bit more freedom of movement .
Currently I would be quite happy if I never saw the inside of a communications mech again. Anyway duty calls till the next thrilling instalment gentlemechs.”
Squawktalk subspaced the camera. First having armed a security device.
If anyone ever managed to retrieve the unit from his own personal subspace pocket they were in for a nasty surprise. Now what was the code for the day. A good idea all in all once we discovered the Quints had there own cassettes. Without a code a cassette with a new paint job and some acting talent could do untold damage.”
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Streets, Kalis
Gunrunner, inside his vehicle shell, stopped and hid himself behind a ruined wall.
Mph, this sharkticon patrol is too close.
Near, a pair of bored Sharkticons were patrolling the area.
And I must return to base.
The two Sharks were talking about some rumours about Kalis, and aproached Gunrunner's hideout.
It's time to be proactive.
Gunrunner opened his shell, transfomred into robot form, picked a nearby rock and throwed it over the wall. The two Sharks listened the rock's landing and headed towards the direction of the noise. Opposite direction respect Gunrunner's provisional hideout.
Good. This gives me a nice chance.
And Gunrunner transformed back into his outer shell and stealthy headed towards the resistance base.
Gunrunner, inside his vehicle shell, stopped and hid himself behind a ruined wall.
Mph, this sharkticon patrol is too close.
Near, a pair of bored Sharkticons were patrolling the area.
And I must return to base.
The two Sharks were talking about some rumours about Kalis, and aproached Gunrunner's hideout.
It's time to be proactive.
Gunrunner opened his shell, transfomred into robot form, picked a nearby rock and throwed it over the wall. The two Sharks listened the rock's landing and headed towards the direction of the noise. Opposite direction respect Gunrunner's provisional hideout.
Good. This gives me a nice chance.
And Gunrunner transformed back into his outer shell and stealthy headed towards the resistance base.
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Somewhere in Polyhex
Raodblock looked at the rest of the group assembled. He was currently in his humanoid pretender shell as his vechicle assualt shell followed his every command.
"So, I say we just in their, resuce our friends and send every Quint to the abyss and send a few of them to their newfound excaution method." The pretender roared ready to get some oil on his hands.
Raodblock looked at the rest of the group assembled. He was currently in his humanoid pretender shell as his vechicle assualt shell followed his every command.
"So, I say we just in their, resuce our friends and send every Quint to the abyss and send a few of them to their newfound excaution method." The pretender roared ready to get some oil on his hands.
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A small transformer thumped the ground with his fore paw
"Beastbox say we need prisoner, prisoner to interrogate slowlyyyyyyyyyyyy, very slowlyyyyyy. Beastbox can make interrogation lastt daysssss. Or Beastbox can do it quick dip in Smelting pool while get answers . Beastbox can bring the "saw" or "pliers" or even the "black box" Beastbox is very reso.. resour umm versat umm versato.. no. Beastbox is good at many things."
"Beastbox say we need prisoner, prisoner to interrogate slowlyyyyyyyyyyyy, very slowlyyyyyy. Beastbox can make interrogation lastt daysssss. Or Beastbox can do it quick dip in Smelting pool while get answers . Beastbox can bring the "saw" or "pliers" or even the "black box" Beastbox is very reso.. resour umm versat umm versato.. no. Beastbox is good at many things."
Streets, Kalis
Bumblebee stared up into the clear Cybertron skies at the myriad of stars beyond.
-I wonder which one is earth?- he thought, finding it strange to be thinking of his adopted homeworld as more of a home than where he was. Had he not missed the Exodus he could be there now, going to drive in movies with Spike, driving the open roads under the warm earthen sun, hanging out with his friends over a little energon.
Instead he was stuck here. On his real homeworld, facing a seemingly limitless number of beings out to destroy his very existance, and that of his entire race. Yeah he missed Earth alright, but someone had to continue the good fight here. Someone had to stand up to the monsters that had so ruthlessly murdered so many innocents. Someone had to make them regret ever thinking they could come here and unleash the horrors they had.
Taking a last look up at the stars, he felt a feeling of hope that there was something more out there for him. Something better.
Checking his chronometer, he realized that he had been above ground long enough. It wasn't safe to stay here any longer. Transforming into a small earth inspired volkswagon bug he headed back to the entrance to the resistance base.
Yeah, he missed Earth, alright.
Bumblebee stared up into the clear Cybertron skies at the myriad of stars beyond.
-I wonder which one is earth?- he thought, finding it strange to be thinking of his adopted homeworld as more of a home than where he was. Had he not missed the Exodus he could be there now, going to drive in movies with Spike, driving the open roads under the warm earthen sun, hanging out with his friends over a little energon.
Instead he was stuck here. On his real homeworld, facing a seemingly limitless number of beings out to destroy his very existance, and that of his entire race. Yeah he missed Earth alright, but someone had to continue the good fight here. Someone had to stand up to the monsters that had so ruthlessly murdered so many innocents. Someone had to make them regret ever thinking they could come here and unleash the horrors they had.
Taking a last look up at the stars, he felt a feeling of hope that there was something more out there for him. Something better.
Checking his chronometer, he realized that he had been above ground long enough. It wasn't safe to stay here any longer. Transforming into a small earth inspired volkswagon bug he headed back to the entrance to the resistance base.
Yeah, he missed Earth, alright.
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Quint Field HQ, Kalis:
He stood in the shadows, thinking, optics closed. He had to admit, he liked the dark. He enjoyed it.
He opened his optics, staring at the map of the city.
Black Battle Convoy: "Galvatron is the Decepticon leader. He has under his command a gestalt team believed to have been neutralized." -narrows optics, then draws a circle around a small section of the city- "We shall start here."
Alligatorcon #356487954-M: "Searching?"
Black Battle Convoy: "Leveling. As much as I might enjoy the better way to draw him out, sacrificing out masters is not a viable option."
He stood in the shadows, thinking, optics closed. He had to admit, he liked the dark. He enjoyed it.
He opened his optics, staring at the map of the city.
Black Battle Convoy: "Galvatron is the Decepticon leader. He has under his command a gestalt team believed to have been neutralized." -narrows optics, then draws a circle around a small section of the city- "We shall start here."
Alligatorcon #356487954-M: "Searching?"
Black Battle Convoy: "Leveling. As much as I might enjoy the better way to draw him out, sacrificing out masters is not a viable option."
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optimusskids
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Near Vector Sigma
2 voices echoed along the corridor to the Buffer Chamber.
Double : I suggest we take back up for the supply raid its logical
Cross: No the precious supplies , they will all be ours . We will take them away from the nasty Quints oh yes we will.
Double : I agree on that point , but I still think we need some help.
Cross : "Who you going to asssk one of those nassty Decpticonss. Oh no you can't trust them. We knows that. Nasty little evil creatures slithering around scheming ."
They turn the corner into the buffer chamber
Double: " What about him ."
pointing at Derby
Cross licked his lips a tongue of flame caressing his fangs.
"yesss that one might be acceptable , he has load carrying capabilities yesss. Though it is making a strange noise is it in pain."
Double : " I think He's just whistling"
Cross glares at Derby
"What a strange thing to do shall we ask it then see if it wants to join usss
Double : " We were wondering
Cross: "if the washed up coms mech would
Double ; "if you would
Cross" help us with the grunt work carrying all our preciious partsss back from our next raid."
Double: "mind assisting us with our next excursion into Quintesson territory to gather supplies."
Double glared at Cross
"you'll scare him off."
Cross : " if we scare him then the little morsel will be Sharkticon bait before we have gone a hundred yards."
Double : "Behave for a change."
2 voices echoed along the corridor to the Buffer Chamber.
Double : I suggest we take back up for the supply raid its logical
Cross: No the precious supplies , they will all be ours . We will take them away from the nasty Quints oh yes we will.
Double : I agree on that point , but I still think we need some help.
Cross : "Who you going to asssk one of those nassty Decpticonss. Oh no you can't trust them. We knows that. Nasty little evil creatures slithering around scheming ."
They turn the corner into the buffer chamber
Double: " What about him ."
pointing at Derby
Cross licked his lips a tongue of flame caressing his fangs.
"yesss that one might be acceptable , he has load carrying capabilities yesss. Though it is making a strange noise is it in pain."
Double : " I think He's just whistling"
Cross glares at Derby
"What a strange thing to do shall we ask it then see if it wants to join usss
Double : " We were wondering
Cross: "if the washed up coms mech would
Double ; "if you would
Cross" help us with the grunt work carrying all our preciious partsss back from our next raid."
Double: "mind assisting us with our next excursion into Quintesson territory to gather supplies."
Double glared at Cross
"you'll scare him off."
Cross : " if we scare him then the little morsel will be Sharkticon bait before we have gone a hundred yards."
Double : "Behave for a change."
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Ravage
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Vector Sigma
"Looks like their is the target." Shatterstar quickly yelled to Blackstar as the Decepticon starfighter flew over head.
"Yes thats the target. Target sighted and will be destroyed." He said as the Quint supply convoy looked up to see the black starfighter coming down from the heavens.
"Let's slag them before they can try to fire back." He growled as his radar quickly beeped as this targeting recticle filled with targets. He opened fire using Shatterstar to slag several Quints then fired a group of two homing missiles into the convoy. The explosions ripped the convoy to pieces as he quickly pulled up to get a visual on the target.
"Target destroyed Blackstar. Good work." Scattersaid said to his companion robot.
"Excellent. God Jinrai Quint supply convoy in block 8I of Vector Sigma has been eliminated. Returning to allied base." He said in a coded frequency to the former Autobot commander as he quickly pulled up and punched his afterburners to return to base to avoid a Quint counterattack.
"Looks like their is the target." Shatterstar quickly yelled to Blackstar as the Decepticon starfighter flew over head.
"Yes thats the target. Target sighted and will be destroyed." He said as the Quint supply convoy looked up to see the black starfighter coming down from the heavens.
"Let's slag them before they can try to fire back." He growled as his radar quickly beeped as this targeting recticle filled with targets. He opened fire using Shatterstar to slag several Quints then fired a group of two homing missiles into the convoy. The explosions ripped the convoy to pieces as he quickly pulled up to get a visual on the target.
"Target destroyed Blackstar. Good work." Scattersaid said to his companion robot.
"Excellent. God Jinrai Quint supply convoy in block 8I of Vector Sigma has been eliminated. Returning to allied base." He said in a coded frequency to the former Autobot commander as he quickly pulled up and punched his afterburners to return to base to avoid a Quint counterattack.
Re: Cybertron: Homefront
Polyhex Smelting Pools
Apeface and Snapdragon strode into the execution area, Apeface arrogantly knocking down a nameless Quintesson guard who was in his way. Snapdragon strode behind him, pulling an average sized transformer by a energo-chain connected to the poor bot's neck. Snapdragon grinned maliciously at what was to come.
Apeface walked up to the Executioner and gestured abruptly at their prisoner. "Here is the test subject the five-faces wanted. They want the smelting pools working flawlessy when the Imperial Magistrate gets here."
The frightened transformer whimpered in fear when he saw the vat of molten metal, and tried to break free. Snapdragon nonchalantly jerked on the cord, sending the transformer sprawling at his feet. He kicked the transformer in the ribs, crushing the prisoner's side. Snapdragon leaned down and said "Quiet. Or I'll bite your hands and feet off." The transformer whimpered again but remained docile.
Apeface continued talking to the Executioner. "Its a waste of our talents sending us after mindless errands like this. If we don't get a real commission soon, we may just seek work elsewhere."
(OOC: I'm not sure if a mod wants to npc the Executioner or what.)
Apeface and Snapdragon strode into the execution area, Apeface arrogantly knocking down a nameless Quintesson guard who was in his way. Snapdragon strode behind him, pulling an average sized transformer by a energo-chain connected to the poor bot's neck. Snapdragon grinned maliciously at what was to come.
Apeface walked up to the Executioner and gestured abruptly at their prisoner. "Here is the test subject the five-faces wanted. They want the smelting pools working flawlessy when the Imperial Magistrate gets here."
The frightened transformer whimpered in fear when he saw the vat of molten metal, and tried to break free. Snapdragon nonchalantly jerked on the cord, sending the transformer sprawling at his feet. He kicked the transformer in the ribs, crushing the prisoner's side. Snapdragon leaned down and said "Quiet. Or I'll bite your hands and feet off." The transformer whimpered again but remained docile.
Apeface continued talking to the Executioner. "Its a waste of our talents sending us after mindless errands like this. If we don't get a real commission soon, we may just seek work elsewhere."
(OOC: I'm not sure if a mod wants to npc the Executioner or what.)
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Iacon
"Gah!"
Strikedown threw the tool down in disgust and turned to look at Powerrun.
"That's it," he growled. "I've had enough of this slag! Get someone else to do this."
Power Run sighed. "You know that none of the other Guzzlers can do this. They're too big. That's why Xaaron told us to do it."
"And we can't let Wheelblaze get his paws on this," Strikedown groaned, moving to grab the tool once again. "Fine. I'll try again. But I can't get this working, I'm going to go to Xaaron and tell him to take this tool and shove it straight up his...
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Polyhex
Doubledealer, in his Decepticon falcon form, walked through Polyhex, not particularly caring what crossed his path. There was only two kinds of people who would do that, at any rate. Those who were his allies...
Or those who had a death wish.
"Gah!"
Strikedown threw the tool down in disgust and turned to look at Powerrun.
"That's it," he growled. "I've had enough of this slag! Get someone else to do this."
Power Run sighed. "You know that none of the other Guzzlers can do this. They're too big. That's why Xaaron told us to do it."
"And we can't let Wheelblaze get his paws on this," Strikedown groaned, moving to grab the tool once again. "Fine. I'll try again. But I can't get this working, I'm going to go to Xaaron and tell him to take this tool and shove it straight up his...
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Polyhex
Doubledealer, in his Decepticon falcon form, walked through Polyhex, not particularly caring what crossed his path. There was only two kinds of people who would do that, at any rate. Those who were his allies...
Or those who had a death wish.
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God Jinrai
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"Understood, Shatterstar... return to base as soon as you've lost any potential pursuer. For the time being, we can survive with what we have..."
Ginrai clicked off his headset comm. he'd been in the chamber Vector Sigma inhabited for nearly a day now.. trying to open his mind and tap the super-computer's vast stores of knowledge... or even to simply awaken it... but it would do no good.
Rising to his feet, he let out a sigh of frustration, and started out of the chamber. In his mind, he could hear what he thought was a faint, yet familiar voice calling to him... Primus. but that was not possible... Primus had been sealed away in the chaos war... The twin blast doors slid shut behind him, and God Ginrai slowly stalked down the main corridor of Vector Sigma's labrynthe-like facility. He still was unsure of where several tunnels lead.. but that was immaterial.. for now. When the quints would strike... and they WOULD strike... he would need to know where those corridors lead... for the sake of Vector Sigma... and Cybertron itself...
Ginrai clicked off his headset comm. he'd been in the chamber Vector Sigma inhabited for nearly a day now.. trying to open his mind and tap the super-computer's vast stores of knowledge... or even to simply awaken it... but it would do no good.
Rising to his feet, he let out a sigh of frustration, and started out of the chamber. In his mind, he could hear what he thought was a faint, yet familiar voice calling to him... Primus. but that was not possible... Primus had been sealed away in the chaos war... The twin blast doors slid shut behind him, and God Ginrai slowly stalked down the main corridor of Vector Sigma's labrynthe-like facility. He still was unsure of where several tunnels lead.. but that was immaterial.. for now. When the quints would strike... and they WOULD strike... he would need to know where those corridors lead... for the sake of Vector Sigma... and Cybertron itself...
Vector Sigma: Buffer Chamber
Derby was slow to look up at the sound of similar but distinct voices speaking over him. His nerves had calmed lately, and he welcomed it compared to his usually latent jittery nature. After listening to the request, he chuckled, glanced to Double, and nodded toward the other head.
"Hey, at least he's honest..."
Derby quickly filed away the scalpel, closed the toolbox, and pushed himself to his feet.
"Sounds like an adventure," he decided with faux machismo. "What's the target? When do we head out? Have you cleared it with the boss?"
Derby smirked confidently, performing an excellent job pretending he wasn't scared to death by the prospect. But he didn't want to let Doublecross or the others down, and as long as he didn't have to shoot anybody...
"Hey, at least he's honest..."
Derby quickly filed away the scalpel, closed the toolbox, and pushed himself to his feet.
"Sounds like an adventure," he decided with faux machismo. "What's the target? When do we head out? Have you cleared it with the boss?"
Derby smirked confidently, performing an excellent job pretending he wasn't scared to death by the prospect. But he didn't want to let Doublecross or the others down, and as long as he didn't have to shoot anybody...
Kalis, Resistance Headquarters
Windbreaker closed the book as he had done so many times before. Subspacing it he stood up and began pacing about the room.
-Why didn't I leave Earth with more books? I don't know how many more times I can read The Three Musketeers. Especially, since I had it memorized by the hundredth time I went through it. Note to self. When travelling to far away planets with no real literature of their own, always bring more than one book.-
He took a sigh of boredom, now beginning to pace even more rapidly.
-I am soooo bored. There's just nothing to do around here. Well that's not entirely true. There's supplies to secure. Sharkticons, Allicons, and Bounty Hunters, among others, to avoid. And Quintessons to boot off this rock. Then again it really isn't a rock, is it? More like a gigantic city floating through space.-
Windbreaker looked around for anyone else, and sighed again when he saw that he was alone.
-Where is everybody? Out on missions, I suppose. That's what I get for being so fast and finishing early. A whole lot of hurry up and wait.-
He stopped his pacing and stood still for half an astrosecond before his foot began tapping.
-I can't take much more of this. I've got to do something. Anything!-
Walking over to a table, he began staring at maps with recent enemy troop deployments marked out.
- Now if the Quiintessons are gathering forces here, then that must mean that they plan to.... -
Losing his focus and interest on the maps that he had seen a thousand times, he began pacing again, a single notion entering his mind.
-This Sucks!-
Windbreaker closed the book as he had done so many times before. Subspacing it he stood up and began pacing about the room.
-Why didn't I leave Earth with more books? I don't know how many more times I can read The Three Musketeers. Especially, since I had it memorized by the hundredth time I went through it. Note to self. When travelling to far away planets with no real literature of their own, always bring more than one book.-
He took a sigh of boredom, now beginning to pace even more rapidly.
-I am soooo bored. There's just nothing to do around here. Well that's not entirely true. There's supplies to secure. Sharkticons, Allicons, and Bounty Hunters, among others, to avoid. And Quintessons to boot off this rock. Then again it really isn't a rock, is it? More like a gigantic city floating through space.-
Windbreaker looked around for anyone else, and sighed again when he saw that he was alone.
-Where is everybody? Out on missions, I suppose. That's what I get for being so fast and finishing early. A whole lot of hurry up and wait.-
He stopped his pacing and stood still for half an astrosecond before his foot began tapping.
-I can't take much more of this. I've got to do something. Anything!-
Walking over to a table, he began staring at maps with recent enemy troop deployments marked out.
- Now if the Quiintessons are gathering forces here, then that must mean that they plan to.... -
Losing his focus and interest on the maps that he had seen a thousand times, he began pacing again, a single notion entering his mind.
-This Sucks!-
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Polyhex Subterranean Tunnel System
A stealthly form maneuvered its way through the maze-like tunnels of subterranean Cybertron. These catacombs had been its home for countless cycles, and it knew its way about despite the pitch darkness, moving slowly, patiently...
The form stopped for a moment, scanning the area to check its bearings. It chose a branching tunnel, one as twisting and numerously branched as the last, but moving at a more upward angle. At one point it had to climb up a steep incline, but this was a trip it had made many times before, and it didn't hesitate in the slightest to have to find footholds for the exercise. When the tunnel finally leveled out, the figure continued on as it had before, stalking towards its ultimate destination.
Soon, the tunnels became less expansive, shrinking and becoming part of a pipe system. Abandoned and decrepit, age and rust was beginning to eat small holes into the surface, allowing in light, sound, and heat. The figure continued on until it reached a large hole in the pipe, giving plenty of room for the figure to exit.
A battle-worn but still sleek and intimidating black transformer, a Decepticon jet, emerged from the pipe, eying his surroundings before rising completely from the hole. No Sharkticons or Alligatorcons dared come to this area, but he stayed alert all the more, in the event that there was someone confident or foolish enough to come to this area as well. Breaker began his travels again, now walking along the tops of the pipes, some cold with age, others hot with molten metal and energy. Beneath him, sitting on the floor many stories below were massive smelters, filled to the brim with their liquid metal cocktails of old junk and parts. He wasn't interested in these units, though, but the one on the far end of this room, where the performance was scheduled to take place...
Breaker proceeded slowly, despite having been here many times before. This area was dangerous, even for him - to step on the wrong pipe could give him a hotfoot that would send him tumbling into one of the smelters below, or worse yet fusing him to the pipe, pinning him there until he was either found, overcome by the heat, or succumbed to the drawn out death of a lack of energon - he had not survived as long as he had by making a fool's rushed mistakes. When he finally reached the spot he was transversing towards, he made sure to stay hidden among the giant pipes of the rafters, watching the activity below unfold.
There were several Quintessons directing the activities of their poor excuses for workers, some becoming severely frustrated with the inabilities of the Sharkticons to be able to position the necessary equipment for the arrival of the Imperial Magistrate. He watched at first with curiosity, and then with anticipation as one of the larger pieces of equipment began to slowly but surely topple sideways... As the piece of equipment began it's decent, Breaker quickly activated a small, magnetic mine, tossing it towards the large smelter that was the be used for the performance. Distracted by the noise and chaos caused by the crashing equipment, the small clattering of the mine sticking to the side of the smelter went unnoticed. From Breaker's rafter-top view he was able to see where it had finally attached, but from down below it would be obscured by pipes protruding out of the side of the smelter.
The small bomb wouldn't be enough to do serious damage to the smelter, but it should be sufficient to blow open a small hole or crack, enough to allow the molten contents to spill out onto the floor and anything else unlucky enough to be in the way. The explosive now set, Breaker had no reason to hang around, beginning to make his way back towards the open abandoned pipe. Along the way, he tossed out a few other mines onto active pipes, aiming to spread the heat-related damage that he may cause later, or simply to use them to cover his retreat much later on. When the Magistrate arrived, Breaker intended to be their as well, crouched over a pipe with his riffle aimed at one of the Magistrate's faces...
Before Breaker reached his exit, he paused a moment, glancing at something he hadn't noticed before. He could feel energy coming from a previously offline power relay, only having been recently activated. Given the influx of prisoners being brought in to use for entertaining the Magistrate, this power relay likely lead to a section of the brig, or someplace nearby. Having an extra bomb left, Breaker proceeded to the power relay, pulling back the protective metal covering to examine it. The casing covering the relay was a lot bigger than the actual wiring itself that ran through it, more than enough room for the small bomb he now carried. Turning off the magnets so that it wouldn't get stuck partway down, Breaker dropped the final bomb down the relay shaft, then bent the metal casing back over the opening.
His tasks done for the moment, Breaker returned to the original pipeline, dropping inside the opening and proceeding back the way he came. He would be back later, but for now he had other things to attend to. It was time to hunt...
The form stopped for a moment, scanning the area to check its bearings. It chose a branching tunnel, one as twisting and numerously branched as the last, but moving at a more upward angle. At one point it had to climb up a steep incline, but this was a trip it had made many times before, and it didn't hesitate in the slightest to have to find footholds for the exercise. When the tunnel finally leveled out, the figure continued on as it had before, stalking towards its ultimate destination.
Soon, the tunnels became less expansive, shrinking and becoming part of a pipe system. Abandoned and decrepit, age and rust was beginning to eat small holes into the surface, allowing in light, sound, and heat. The figure continued on until it reached a large hole in the pipe, giving plenty of room for the figure to exit.
A battle-worn but still sleek and intimidating black transformer, a Decepticon jet, emerged from the pipe, eying his surroundings before rising completely from the hole. No Sharkticons or Alligatorcons dared come to this area, but he stayed alert all the more, in the event that there was someone confident or foolish enough to come to this area as well. Breaker began his travels again, now walking along the tops of the pipes, some cold with age, others hot with molten metal and energy. Beneath him, sitting on the floor many stories below were massive smelters, filled to the brim with their liquid metal cocktails of old junk and parts. He wasn't interested in these units, though, but the one on the far end of this room, where the performance was scheduled to take place...
Breaker proceeded slowly, despite having been here many times before. This area was dangerous, even for him - to step on the wrong pipe could give him a hotfoot that would send him tumbling into one of the smelters below, or worse yet fusing him to the pipe, pinning him there until he was either found, overcome by the heat, or succumbed to the drawn out death of a lack of energon - he had not survived as long as he had by making a fool's rushed mistakes. When he finally reached the spot he was transversing towards, he made sure to stay hidden among the giant pipes of the rafters, watching the activity below unfold.
There were several Quintessons directing the activities of their poor excuses for workers, some becoming severely frustrated with the inabilities of the Sharkticons to be able to position the necessary equipment for the arrival of the Imperial Magistrate. He watched at first with curiosity, and then with anticipation as one of the larger pieces of equipment began to slowly but surely topple sideways... As the piece of equipment began it's decent, Breaker quickly activated a small, magnetic mine, tossing it towards the large smelter that was the be used for the performance. Distracted by the noise and chaos caused by the crashing equipment, the small clattering of the mine sticking to the side of the smelter went unnoticed. From Breaker's rafter-top view he was able to see where it had finally attached, but from down below it would be obscured by pipes protruding out of the side of the smelter.
The small bomb wouldn't be enough to do serious damage to the smelter, but it should be sufficient to blow open a small hole or crack, enough to allow the molten contents to spill out onto the floor and anything else unlucky enough to be in the way. The explosive now set, Breaker had no reason to hang around, beginning to make his way back towards the open abandoned pipe. Along the way, he tossed out a few other mines onto active pipes, aiming to spread the heat-related damage that he may cause later, or simply to use them to cover his retreat much later on. When the Magistrate arrived, Breaker intended to be their as well, crouched over a pipe with his riffle aimed at one of the Magistrate's faces...
Before Breaker reached his exit, he paused a moment, glancing at something he hadn't noticed before. He could feel energy coming from a previously offline power relay, only having been recently activated. Given the influx of prisoners being brought in to use for entertaining the Magistrate, this power relay likely lead to a section of the brig, or someplace nearby. Having an extra bomb left, Breaker proceeded to the power relay, pulling back the protective metal covering to examine it. The casing covering the relay was a lot bigger than the actual wiring itself that ran through it, more than enough room for the small bomb he now carried. Turning off the magnets so that it wouldn't get stuck partway down, Breaker dropped the final bomb down the relay shaft, then bent the metal casing back over the opening.
His tasks done for the moment, Breaker returned to the original pipeline, dropping inside the opening and proceeding back the way he came. He would be back later, but for now he had other things to attend to. It was time to hunt...
Streets, Iacon
"Can you spare a litre of energon for a veteran of the Unicron War, friend?"
Warcry glanced down at the source of the pathetic plea, a small Cybertronian with a missing right arm.
"Do you accept the Quintessons as your true gods and masters?" he asked the pitiful mech.
"What?" The beggar's voice crackled with static.
"Do you accept the Quintessons as your true gods and masters?" he repeated again.
"That---no, of course not. What does that have to do with anything?" The beggar's one functional optic widened. "You're one of their stooges, ain'tcha?"
"No."
Relief showed on the beggar's face. "You're not?"
"No," Warcry repeated. "No, I am not a stooge. I am a paladin."
The beggar's face fell. "A what?"
"A paladin. A holy warrior, rooting out the infidels who dare to stand against Cybertron's true lords." Fanaticsm gleamed in the Decepticon's red optics. "Rooting out beings like you."
"I...me...I don't..."
"Do not dishonour yourself further by lying!" The warrior shouted, drawing his sword. "You are no beggar. You are an observer for the resistance, paid to report on the comings and goings of our True Lords' servants."
"I..." The beggar's optic grew large. "They paid well! What was I supposed to do?"
"Say no," Warcry intoned.
"But I needed the energon! I was starv--" the beggar's words were cut off along with his head, as Warcry's blade stroked through his neck.
"You are a mere construct," he said to the corpse. "Your life is worthless, unless it is spent in service to our Quintesson masters." He glanced up towards the various other beggars, empties and general miscreants that filled the street.
"Let that be a lesson to all of you."
"Can you spare a litre of energon for a veteran of the Unicron War, friend?"
Warcry glanced down at the source of the pathetic plea, a small Cybertronian with a missing right arm.
"Do you accept the Quintessons as your true gods and masters?" he asked the pitiful mech.
"What?" The beggar's voice crackled with static.
"Do you accept the Quintessons as your true gods and masters?" he repeated again.
"That---no, of course not. What does that have to do with anything?" The beggar's one functional optic widened. "You're one of their stooges, ain'tcha?"
"No."
Relief showed on the beggar's face. "You're not?"
"No," Warcry repeated. "No, I am not a stooge. I am a paladin."
The beggar's face fell. "A what?"
"A paladin. A holy warrior, rooting out the infidels who dare to stand against Cybertron's true lords." Fanaticsm gleamed in the Decepticon's red optics. "Rooting out beings like you."
"I...me...I don't..."
"Do not dishonour yourself further by lying!" The warrior shouted, drawing his sword. "You are no beggar. You are an observer for the resistance, paid to report on the comings and goings of our True Lords' servants."
"I..." The beggar's optic grew large. "They paid well! What was I supposed to do?"
"Say no," Warcry intoned.
"But I needed the energon! I was starv--" the beggar's words were cut off along with his head, as Warcry's blade stroked through his neck.
"You are a mere construct," he said to the corpse. "Your life is worthless, unless it is spent in service to our Quintesson masters." He glanced up towards the various other beggars, empties and general miscreants that filled the street.
"Let that be a lesson to all of you."
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optimusskids
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Double nodded
"I suppose he is most of the time. We bribed a Sharkticon who told us.
Cross: We gave him a choice between a long painful death or a quick one so it wasnt exactly bribery.
Double : that his patrol route took him through an abandoned warehouse and he told us
Cross: we ripped out his central processor and scanned his image storage
Double: " anyway this warehouse its full of parts for various models .
Cross: " probably none of them stationed here."
Double:"hush you. The main thing is the Sharkticon told us there was a packing crate."
Cross: "when we tapped his central processor we saw the serial numbers."
Double: "these serial numbers correspond to a universal fabricator."
Cross : " probably some obsolete model."
Double:" but useful nonetheless. It would solve our supply problem ."
Cross "we'd still need the raw materials."
Double: "We thought maybe you could come with us."
Cross: "you were the first one we stumbled across with adequate load space."
(OOC what colour is Derby)
"I suppose he is most of the time. We bribed a Sharkticon who told us.
Cross: We gave him a choice between a long painful death or a quick one so it wasnt exactly bribery.
Double : that his patrol route took him through an abandoned warehouse and he told us
Cross: we ripped out his central processor and scanned his image storage
Double: " anyway this warehouse its full of parts for various models .
Cross: " probably none of them stationed here."
Double:"hush you. The main thing is the Sharkticon told us there was a packing crate."
Cross: "when we tapped his central processor we saw the serial numbers."
Double: "these serial numbers correspond to a universal fabricator."
Cross : " probably some obsolete model."
Double:" but useful nonetheless. It would solve our supply problem ."
Cross "we'd still need the raw materials."
Double: "We thought maybe you could come with us."
Cross: "you were the first one we stumbled across with adequate load space."
(OOC what colour is Derby)
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Blackstar nodded to Jinrai's reply.
"Understood, I will be back to give a full report as soon as I make sure there are no lurking Quints." He said as Shatterstar was checking his radar for him.
"I don't see anything." He said to Blackstar still connected on top of him.
"Good, let's go home. I am worried about the number of weapon systems in that convoy somebody needs to know about that." He said as he punched his engines and streaked towards back.
"Understood, I will be back to give a full report as soon as I make sure there are no lurking Quints." He said as Shatterstar was checking his radar for him.
"I don't see anything." He said to Blackstar still connected on top of him.
"Good, let's go home. I am worried about the number of weapon systems in that convoy somebody needs to know about that." He said as he punched his engines and streaked towards back.