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[Original RPG] End Of Days: Home Sweet Home (Cybertron)
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The six Spychangers entered the Autobot Capital city, and transformed.
"Cool place", said W.A.R.S.
"I guess we wait for someone to come meet us", said Hot Shot.
(OOC: Quick Switch, I give you permission to use Ramjet tonight and tomorrow after 8:00am)
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"Cool place", said W.A.R.S.
"I guess we wait for someone to come meet us", said Hot Shot.
(OOC: Quick Switch, I give you permission to use Ramjet tonight and tomorrow after 8:00am)
[This message has been edited by Bombshell (edited 12-03-2001).]
Whirl walked with Quick Switch, his arm still on the newcomer's shoulder. His single eye did not contact those of Quick Switch - they were busy with the walls and ceiling of the entrance hall of Debris. His left arm pointed toward certain things, though most did not correspond to his speaking subject.
"We're equipped for just about anything here. Miniature Iacon. Repair facilities, combat practice, defensive weaponry... Name it, Debris has it. You'll be free to roam and check things out..."
Whirl leaned over to Quick Switch, making eye contact and lowering his voice.
"...I trust you, after all..."
And quickly, he snapped back to his initial stance.
"...As soon as we get Sandstorm on his way to recovery. Right this way."
Whirl led Quick Switch through a wide, open door in the right wall. The other Wreckers were scattered about the room, somewhat full of medical equipment and half a dozen repair tables. One was already occupied by Twin Twist, whose wounds were being repaired by the numerous arms and tools on the ceiling. Whirl pointed to a bed next to Twin Twist's.
"You can set him there, and we'll take care of the rest. You do know the rest of the Wreckers, don't you?"
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Grand entered Iacon's central command room, a cavernous structure decorated with numerous Autobots scuttling about their tasks. In the center of the room, Optimus Prime sat somewhat elevated in his command chair. Grand struggled through the business, making his way to his new leader.
"You wanted to see me, Prime?"
"We're equipped for just about anything here. Miniature Iacon. Repair facilities, combat practice, defensive weaponry... Name it, Debris has it. You'll be free to roam and check things out..."
Whirl leaned over to Quick Switch, making eye contact and lowering his voice.
"...I trust you, after all..."
And quickly, he snapped back to his initial stance.
"...As soon as we get Sandstorm on his way to recovery. Right this way."
Whirl led Quick Switch through a wide, open door in the right wall. The other Wreckers were scattered about the room, somewhat full of medical equipment and half a dozen repair tables. One was already occupied by Twin Twist, whose wounds were being repaired by the numerous arms and tools on the ceiling. Whirl pointed to a bed next to Twin Twist's.
"You can set him there, and we'll take care of the rest. You do know the rest of the Wreckers, don't you?"
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Grand entered Iacon's central command room, a cavernous structure decorated with numerous Autobots scuttling about their tasks. In the center of the room, Optimus Prime sat somewhat elevated in his command chair. Grand struggled through the business, making his way to his new leader.
"You wanted to see me, Prime?"
They'd found the makeshift med center quickly enough, and after some drawn weapons because of Blitzwing, repairs were underway with Dark Prime's injuries.
"Seal it as best you can for the while," Dark Prime was instructing the medic. "I'll be needing to move around again soon."
"I think it best if you sit it out for the bit," the medic responded. "This rupture is worse than armor damage. You took some major damage internally too. Didn't help that you went all running around afterwards, either. You know, you boys need to learn to sit these things out when you get hit. You've got more than enough back-up. You know thirty percent of my worst patients are that way because they refused to leave the battlefield? Then they get others wounded dragging their busted forms to safety! You should learn your limits and stick by them..."
"Hey!" Electro fumed, "Ye might not realize who yer talking to there! He's changed some, but that there is Optimus Prime where I come from! If we hadn't shown up, yer peace-worn ragtag troops would have been busted into long ago, so I suggest you show--"
"Enough!" Prime cut Electro off. "The battle is over, there's no need to take up another one inside."
"Look," the medic interrupted, "I don't care if you're Primus himself, with wounds like these you sit it out a while. Whatever you've got to do can wait a few solar cycles."
Prime looked at the medic. "The Decepticon forces won't wait that long to retaliate."
"And you won't make a difference, that I can see, so stop moving around so much so I can seal this straight, or I'll have to open it back up again."
Prime nodded once. "Perhaps not. But my duty is to my troops, and I'll need to get them organized. If it bothers you so much that I may join this battle again, then get my to your best operational status."
The medic sighed, continuing his work. "I swear you slaggin' warbots are gonna get yourselves blown to so many parts. THEN what's ol' Hydrospanner gonna be able to do for you, huh?" He looked up a minute. "Optimus Prime, eh?"
"At one time. There have been some changes in my life along the way."
Hydrospanner kept his gaze on Prime for a moment longer. "Well," he began, alternating looks from Prime's optics to his wound, "ye don't much resemble the guy..."
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Scattershot fused the metal patch over Lightspeed's back, finishing the repairs. "And we STILL didn't get back out ther in time!"
"Sucks, I know," Afterburner growled.
"Well, at least there aren't anymore wounded from the battle," Lightspeed added, straightening out. "And we're ready to go in case they decide to come back."
"An' they will," Nosecone said. "Count on it."
"Well, for now we can see if we're needed elsewhere," Scattershot sighed. "Come on, Technobots."
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(OOC: Borrowing Skycat's characters for the moment)
Sidewinder looked at Tracks. "Well, they told us they've got a makeshift medical center in Central Court. We can take him down there, but they've got a lot of casualties. No telling when they'll get to him."
"Feh," Roadkill snorted, kneeling next to Tracks. "This sorta thing is pro'bly easy enough. Lemme see..."
He opened one of Track's panels by the damaged end, searching, removed an internal panel revealing optiplast and wiring. "There it is! Stupid primary electrical supply, all on one lousy wire." Roadkill easily made the connection of the spliced wire, and Tracks' optics lit back up. "I ain't a specialist in damage an' repair, so I can't say for the rest of 'im. But that'll get 'im up an' walking."
Sidewinder shook his head. "Now how did you know about that?"
Roadkill shrugged. "Y'know how I am with sounds and such? He's always had this annoying hum to his internals when he walks by. It's 'cause he's got such outdated wirin'. Well, just now I couldn't hear it, so I figured, hey."
Slipstream, arms still loosely folded, gave a short laugh.
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"Seal it as best you can for the while," Dark Prime was instructing the medic. "I'll be needing to move around again soon."
"I think it best if you sit it out for the bit," the medic responded. "This rupture is worse than armor damage. You took some major damage internally too. Didn't help that you went all running around afterwards, either. You know, you boys need to learn to sit these things out when you get hit. You've got more than enough back-up. You know thirty percent of my worst patients are that way because they refused to leave the battlefield? Then they get others wounded dragging their busted forms to safety! You should learn your limits and stick by them..."
"Hey!" Electro fumed, "Ye might not realize who yer talking to there! He's changed some, but that there is Optimus Prime where I come from! If we hadn't shown up, yer peace-worn ragtag troops would have been busted into long ago, so I suggest you show--"
"Enough!" Prime cut Electro off. "The battle is over, there's no need to take up another one inside."
"Look," the medic interrupted, "I don't care if you're Primus himself, with wounds like these you sit it out a while. Whatever you've got to do can wait a few solar cycles."
Prime looked at the medic. "The Decepticon forces won't wait that long to retaliate."
"And you won't make a difference, that I can see, so stop moving around so much so I can seal this straight, or I'll have to open it back up again."
Prime nodded once. "Perhaps not. But my duty is to my troops, and I'll need to get them organized. If it bothers you so much that I may join this battle again, then get my to your best operational status."
The medic sighed, continuing his work. "I swear you slaggin' warbots are gonna get yourselves blown to so many parts. THEN what's ol' Hydrospanner gonna be able to do for you, huh?" He looked up a minute. "Optimus Prime, eh?"
"At one time. There have been some changes in my life along the way."
Hydrospanner kept his gaze on Prime for a moment longer. "Well," he began, alternating looks from Prime's optics to his wound, "ye don't much resemble the guy..."
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Scattershot fused the metal patch over Lightspeed's back, finishing the repairs. "And we STILL didn't get back out ther in time!"
"Sucks, I know," Afterburner growled.
"Well, at least there aren't anymore wounded from the battle," Lightspeed added, straightening out. "And we're ready to go in case they decide to come back."
"An' they will," Nosecone said. "Count on it."
"Well, for now we can see if we're needed elsewhere," Scattershot sighed. "Come on, Technobots."
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(OOC: Borrowing Skycat's characters for the moment)
Sidewinder looked at Tracks. "Well, they told us they've got a makeshift medical center in Central Court. We can take him down there, but they've got a lot of casualties. No telling when they'll get to him."
"Feh," Roadkill snorted, kneeling next to Tracks. "This sorta thing is pro'bly easy enough. Lemme see..."
He opened one of Track's panels by the damaged end, searching, removed an internal panel revealing optiplast and wiring. "There it is! Stupid primary electrical supply, all on one lousy wire." Roadkill easily made the connection of the spliced wire, and Tracks' optics lit back up. "I ain't a specialist in damage an' repair, so I can't say for the rest of 'im. But that'll get 'im up an' walking."
Sidewinder shook his head. "Now how did you know about that?"
Roadkill shrugged. "Y'know how I am with sounds and such? He's always had this annoying hum to his internals when he walks by. It's 'cause he's got such outdated wirin'. Well, just now I couldn't hear it, so I figured, hey."
Slipstream, arms still loosely folded, gave a short laugh.
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Starscreamsghost
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Tracks sat up holding his head and saying, "Oh...oh, my head!"
Ironhide said, "How yah feelin, good buddy?"
Tracks looked himself over and said, "Okay for now. My wings are sliced and my legs are a little banged up, but good."
Mirage and Ironhide helped Tracks to his feet, and Mirage said, "My radar's picking up Dark Prime inside Iacon somewhere. We'd better transform and report to him ASAP. Tracks, can you still transform and roll?"
Tracks bent and touched his toes, saying, "Of course! They built me well enough to survive worse battles than that." Tracks transformed to corvette mode, and as Ironhide and Mirage transformed, Ironhide said to the rest of the Autobots, "Coming?"
Ironhide said, "How yah feelin, good buddy?"
Tracks looked himself over and said, "Okay for now. My wings are sliced and my legs are a little banged up, but good."
Mirage and Ironhide helped Tracks to his feet, and Mirage said, "My radar's picking up Dark Prime inside Iacon somewhere. We'd better transform and report to him ASAP. Tracks, can you still transform and roll?"
Tracks bent and touched his toes, saying, "Of course! They built me well enough to survive worse battles than that." Tracks transformed to corvette mode, and as Ironhide and Mirage transformed, Ironhide said to the rest of the Autobots, "Coming?"
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God Jinrai
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"Ah, Grand. Thank you for getting here so quickly. I've called you here since I'm not quite sure just how the slag we're going to get fortress maximus back here. even with a dozen ships and tractor beams, he'd just be too heavy to lift... and dragging him isn't really an option considering the damage that would be inflicted. You're the most experienced of us when it comes to maximus class battleships... how do we get him back here without dealing him further damage?"
Prime went silent, waiting for Grand's answer
Prime went silent, waiting for Grand's answer
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Bombshell
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The Spychangers were waiting for someone to come meet them, when they noticed Doubledealer.
"Hey, friend", said Ox.
Doubledealer turned around to see the Spychangers addressing him
"Ah! More friends to make", he thought to himself.
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At Polyhex, Apeface and the Insecticons explored the ruins of Darkmount.
"This place is huge", said Kickback.
"Yes", said Bombshell. "This will make the perfect base."
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Ramjet and Dirge were approaching the ruins of Crystal City. Ramjet looked in surprise. Crystal City had been one of the most beautiful citys on Cybertron until the Constructicons tricked it's guardian, Omega Supreme into leaving it so that they could destroy it.
Ramjet transformed and landed.
"This place will be a great place for a base", he said to Dirge. "It looks like no one has been here for years".
"Hey, friend", said Ox.
Doubledealer turned around to see the Spychangers addressing him
"Ah! More friends to make", he thought to himself.
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At Polyhex, Apeface and the Insecticons explored the ruins of Darkmount.
"This place is huge", said Kickback.
"Yes", said Bombshell. "This will make the perfect base."
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Ramjet and Dirge were approaching the ruins of Crystal City. Ramjet looked in surprise. Crystal City had been one of the most beautiful citys on Cybertron until the Constructicons tricked it's guardian, Omega Supreme into leaving it so that they could destroy it.
Ramjet transformed and landed.
"This place will be a great place for a base", he said to Dirge. "It looks like no one has been here for years".
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OptmusPrime2005
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
TimeSplitter began a rapd asent as the ship pushed on. WarLord Kallosxis was activated by this time.
"My Master. Please forgive me"
Warlord Kallosxis jumped out as the ship flew down then it crashed, causing a massive explosion but then Kallosxis came rushing in he fired a few bolts at TimeSplitter as he then moved him out of the way, but the explosion destroyed, him and an autobot, Rhinox. As TimeSplitter crashed into the barron rock, Megatron smiled. He felt happy for some sick reason. He had reknewed himself from the Rift. He still had it in him, to fight.
He sent a message barely able to move though he said," Decepticons, I need your assistance, he transmitted te coordinates of the autobot factory, then his eyes faded, he was offline, as was TimeSplitter. The Autobots inside, werre not functional, they were tropy's to Megatron, but their sparks were kept inside a secret cavern, they could be restored if they needed to be.
But the message Megatron sent as it was still sending, it became available to the Autobots as well. It was possible the autobots could take the advantage.
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Build King looked around. He was inside Iacon but his memory circuits had been fragmented after the explosions he had encountered.
He looked around and saw some Autobots.
"Where am i?", he asked in confusion.
He sat on a bedlike device with lights shining in on him.
TimeSplitter began a rapd asent as the ship pushed on. WarLord Kallosxis was activated by this time.
"My Master. Please forgive me"
Warlord Kallosxis jumped out as the ship flew down then it crashed, causing a massive explosion but then Kallosxis came rushing in he fired a few bolts at TimeSplitter as he then moved him out of the way, but the explosion destroyed, him and an autobot, Rhinox. As TimeSplitter crashed into the barron rock, Megatron smiled. He felt happy for some sick reason. He had reknewed himself from the Rift. He still had it in him, to fight.
He sent a message barely able to move though he said," Decepticons, I need your assistance, he transmitted te coordinates of the autobot factory, then his eyes faded, he was offline, as was TimeSplitter. The Autobots inside, werre not functional, they were tropy's to Megatron, but their sparks were kept inside a secret cavern, they could be restored if they needed to be.
But the message Megatron sent as it was still sending, it became available to the Autobots as well. It was possible the autobots could take the advantage.
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Build King looked around. He was inside Iacon but his memory circuits had been fragmented after the explosions he had encountered.
He looked around and saw some Autobots.
"Where am i?", he asked in confusion.
He sat on a bedlike device with lights shining in on him.
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Philcom
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She looks Okay to me.. Hot Rod decided that she wasn't a threat. But he did wish he had the Matrix maybe some how one of the leaders of the past would know this story. "Ok follow me to Iacon, and it nice to meet you as well." He then transformed into vechical mode and waited for her to transform too.
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Quick Switch
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As Quick Switch strolled with Whirl, he too appraised the base.
"I'm impressed," the Hexa Changer commented.
As Quick Switch set Sandstorm down in the place indicated by Whirl, he replied softly,
"Thanks for trusting me."
Moving back, and appraising the rest of the group, he shook his head.
"Er, actually, no, I don't know everyone. Care to do the honors?"
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Dirge followed Ramjet down into the ruins.
"Yes, of course. It's quite a find..."
the blue Seeker gazed about in thought.
"What first? Did you want to scour the Ruins for anything, or head over to Shockwave's old base for weapons and Energon?"
"I'm impressed," the Hexa Changer commented.
As Quick Switch set Sandstorm down in the place indicated by Whirl, he replied softly,
"Thanks for trusting me."
Moving back, and appraising the rest of the group, he shook his head.
"Er, actually, no, I don't know everyone. Care to do the honors?"
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Dirge followed Ramjet down into the ruins.
"Yes, of course. It's quite a find..."
the blue Seeker gazed about in thought.
"What first? Did you want to scour the Ruins for anything, or head over to Shockwave's old base for weapons and Energon?"
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Philcom
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Hot Rod loved to drive around in his vechical mode a lot, but this time he let that get in the way of common sence. He would not only have left Lockpick's ship behind but the shuttle he borrowed from Moonbase 3 as well. He transformed back into robot mode. "Uh sorry." He said sheepishly. "Look you can just follow me in your ship while I'm in my ship, I sort of forgot about it."
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Bombshell
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"I'lls earch the ruins", Ramjet said to Dirge. "You go to Shockwave's old base and gather all teh energon and weapons you can carry."
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Apeface and the Insecticons searched Polyhex.
"Are you sure there's nothing here", asked Bombshell
"Yes", said the Headmaster Horrorcon. "I'm quite sure."
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Apeface and the Insecticons searched Polyhex.
"Are you sure there's nothing here", asked Bombshell
"Yes", said the Headmaster Horrorcon. "I'm quite sure."
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Jazz and Sunstreaker were confused. "What is up with ironhide and mirage" Jazz said transforming and going after them.
"Whats up with ironhide he's dead and why did they looked so spooked about seeing us" Sunstreaker said doing the same. "We gotta find em and find out whats wrong and whats up" Jazz retorted. "I agree maybe they have same wax and paint it got chipped from that fall" Sunstreaker nodded. "Ironhide this is Jazz talk to me whats goin' on why you so spooked about seein me an' Sunstreaker" Jazz said through a comm-line
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"Whats up with ironhide he's dead and why did they looked so spooked about seeing us" Sunstreaker said doing the same. "We gotta find em and find out whats wrong and whats up" Jazz retorted. "I agree maybe they have same wax and paint it got chipped from that fall" Sunstreaker nodded. "Ironhide this is Jazz talk to me whats goin' on why you so spooked about seein me an' Sunstreaker" Jazz said through a comm-line
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Philcom
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Hot Rod nodded as he too entered his ship. He had a pretty big day. All he had to do was escort the lady to Iacon, maybe see if Prime had any plans and then he could.... Wait, I left Dan on Moonbase 3 all by himself! Hot Rod knew Daniel could handle himself, at least for a little while. He activated his engines and took of.
A mere few minutes later he entered Iacon air space. The Comm officer had no trouble and it wasn't hard for Hot Rod to be allowed entry. He led the way into the main shuttle hanger.
A mere few minutes later he entered Iacon air space. The Comm officer had no trouble and it wasn't hard for Hot Rod to be allowed entry. He led the way into the main shuttle hanger.
The Keeper of the Dusk Apples follows Hot Rod's shuttle, the sleek golden-red bird of space moving smoothly behind, allowed in but the autoguns tracked its every movement. Turning gracefully it landed with a hiss beside Hot Rod's shuttle.
Lockpick once more exited the ship, pausing slightly as she sees other Autobots... optics wide. A few stop, and there's a slight pause as she's seen. The femme steps back ot of sight again, taking a deep breath... You served your time already... just calm down girl Stepping out again she smiles slightly, moving down the ramp towards Hot Rod's shuttle.
Lockpick once more exited the ship, pausing slightly as she sees other Autobots... optics wide. A few stop, and there's a slight pause as she's seen. The femme steps back ot of sight again, taking a deep breath... You served your time already... just calm down girl Stepping out again she smiles slightly, moving down the ramp towards Hot Rod's shuttle.
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Quick Switch
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Dirge nodded, transformed, and left the Ruins.
A short while later, he came upon the tower that had served as Shockwave's base of operations.
Dirge entered the tower. Walking around the desolate building, he stopped in awe.
Moving toward Shockwave's podium, the Seeker simply stopped and turned.
"Wow." Dirge absently pushed a button against a wall, walking around the area the Decepticon Operations Commander oversaw.
"Decepticons! Cybertron is under attack! Scramble!"
Dirge jerked away from the wall, as Shockwave's words spoken more than ten years ago echoed around the chamber.
"Must 've hit an audio playback device," he stammered.
Dirge moved down the hallway, away from the podium.
The blue Seeker moved towards the exit, and was about to fly off when a voice caught his attention.
"Leaving without me, Dirge?"
He turned.
"Thrust!"
The red Seeker staggered toward him.
"Glad you're here, uh," Thrust collapsed at Dirge's feet.
"What happened to you?" Dirge asked, crouching down at his comrade's side.
"Uh...was on defensive patrol here...then the Bots attacked...some huge space station! Got blasted pretty bad, crawled in here. Glad you found me..." Thrust's optics faded, then went blank.
"I'm getting you back to Crystal City!"
Dirge cradled Thrust in his arms, ran out of the Command Center and flew manually back to Crystal City.
(OOC: Moderators, I'm using Thrust as an NPC, like Bombshell with the Insecticons.)
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A short while later, he came upon the tower that had served as Shockwave's base of operations.
Dirge entered the tower. Walking around the desolate building, he stopped in awe.
Moving toward Shockwave's podium, the Seeker simply stopped and turned.
"Wow." Dirge absently pushed a button against a wall, walking around the area the Decepticon Operations Commander oversaw.
"Decepticons! Cybertron is under attack! Scramble!"
Dirge jerked away from the wall, as Shockwave's words spoken more than ten years ago echoed around the chamber.
"Must 've hit an audio playback device," he stammered.
Dirge moved down the hallway, away from the podium.
The blue Seeker moved towards the exit, and was about to fly off when a voice caught his attention.
"Leaving without me, Dirge?"
He turned.
"Thrust!"
The red Seeker staggered toward him.
"Glad you're here, uh," Thrust collapsed at Dirge's feet.
"What happened to you?" Dirge asked, crouching down at his comrade's side.
"Uh...was on defensive patrol here...then the Bots attacked...some huge space station! Got blasted pretty bad, crawled in here. Glad you found me..." Thrust's optics faded, then went blank.
"I'm getting you back to Crystal City!"
Dirge cradled Thrust in his arms, ran out of the Command Center and flew manually back to Crystal City.
(OOC: Moderators, I'm using Thrust as an NPC, like Bombshell with the Insecticons.)
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Ramjet, piling through batches of broken metal, searched the Ruins for anything he could find that would be useful.
He looked up as he heard the sound of engines, and saw Dirge returning with a familiar passenger.
"Thrust!", said Ramjet in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here. How long has it been? Five, ten years?"
He looked up as he heard the sound of engines, and saw Dirge returning with a familiar passenger.
"Thrust!", said Ramjet in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here. How long has it been? Five, ten years?"
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Quick Switch
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Dirge landed in the Ruins, and layed Thrust on a stable slab of steel.
"Ramjet, he's pretty beat up," the blue Seeker stated.
After tinkering with Thrust's internal wirings, the red Seeker blinked back to sentience.
"Ramjet? Is that you? Well, by Scourge's beard!" Thrust rose unsteadily, leaning against Dirge.
"Thrust, there's been a change of plans," Dirge remarked, smiling.
"What?" Thrust replied.
"Ramjet and I have gone on our own path. We've renounced the Decepticons!"
Thrust grinned.
"About time we've done somethin' on our own!"
He removed his sigil, and stood with Ramjet and Dirge.
"To our own desitny, brothers!"
"Ramjet, he's pretty beat up," the blue Seeker stated.
After tinkering with Thrust's internal wirings, the red Seeker blinked back to sentience.
"Ramjet? Is that you? Well, by Scourge's beard!" Thrust rose unsteadily, leaning against Dirge.
"Thrust, there's been a change of plans," Dirge remarked, smiling.
"What?" Thrust replied.
"Ramjet and I have gone on our own path. We've renounced the Decepticons!"
Thrust grinned.
"About time we've done somethin' on our own!"
He removed his sigil, and stood with Ramjet and Dirge.
"To our own desitny, brothers!"