Transformers : Return to Planet Earth -Not Accepting-

[Crimson_Raven]

Omg i am so sorry thunder xD
*servo-helm* my fault really)

[fiver]

(Nah it's all good! X3 brain isn't cooperating this morning! )

Sterno listened to her quietly and frowned a bit. "A family..." He murmured and sighed. A family was harder to get into then just a team. He would have to work extra hard even though be would already have to, do things that he usually wouldn't do.... The young bot blew out a long exhale. "...I'm not part of that...it's different that...I know so.... I'm still the enemy and a useless scrapling..." His white blue optics focused on the forest floor. "And no I don't have anything I'm good at... Groth is my-" he cleared his throat pipes. "Was my... Trainer. I didn't train in anything specific yet because he was trying to get me experience in different areas..." Sterno was still caught on the family part. "Delila... I have to tell you something... No one must know. I have only told Tantalum this..." He trusted her enough with this. "My mother was a autobot and my father was a deceptacon... " He stated quickly. "What does that make me?"

[Crimson_Raven]

Lol))

Vortex

The first thing to hit the ground was his chest, the rest of the Cons body went down in an almighty crash, tearing deep marks into the soft Earth as he went.
Vortex grunted and stabbed both blades into the ground and pulled himself up.
His breathing came heavily.
Damned Auto-pest!
He flourished both blades, hearing the shots clatter away from him once they made contact with his propellers.
Vortex had no time to react to Deadbeats unexpected grab.
When the sharpness of his blade let loose a little energon from his neck, Vortex laughed dryly.
"Soon you'll join her, lowly Auto-scum." He cackled spark-lessly.
"In death!" Vortex rammed Deadbeat with his chest and plucked his broken dog tags from the trampled dirt.
He dangled them on the snapped chain before the Autobot teasingly.
"These will make a nice souvenir." The camo Con smirked.

Special Agent Fowler

Fowler went into his office, not bothering to even look around.
"Ah, I see." He nodded to Jenna.
Bill went straight for the computer atop the white metal desk in the middle of the room.
He quickly keyed in some characters, his brows knitting together as he concentrated on tapping away.
Then he pressed a button hidden on the underside of the desk and a blue hologram materialised a 3D miniature scale of Megatron.
"Allow me to introduce you to Megatron.
He is the leader of the Decepticons.
Plans to take control of the Earth and eliminate the Human race." Fowler stood up, rolled up his sleeves and spun the holographic Megatron around for Jenna to see.
He pulls another up next to it
"I give you, Optimus Prime.
Autobot Leader and defender of not only Earth but us as well.
He and his team, the two bots outside included.
There are several more civilians that are in your position too.
And their safer for it." He crosses his arms.
"Put it this way, would you want him turning up on your doorstep?" Fowler pointed to Megatron.

[fiver]

Nightmare grumbled out a amused snort. This deceptacon played with his prey rather then just finishing him off. The beast snarled and grabbed vortex with his jaws and tossed him aside with a growl. His grey optics narrowed on the fellow member for a moment before looking deadbeat. The beast let out a huge roar and knocked him down with his horned muzzle. He then worked up a flame in his jaws and blew it at him not enough to kill him but enough to weaken and damage him more. Then grabbing him in his jaws and tossing his limp form to vortex the predacon licked the energon from his fangs. His protruding jaw prices quivering as he growled low. "Finish it off and move on pest." He hissed in a half harsh growl of a voice.

Deadbeat had no time to react when the con took off his necklace and then was tossed aside. He then let out a cry of pain as the beasts jaws crushed torturous heat from his jaws. Aid he ever had been in a smoldering pit thine this would be it. He remained still unable to stand from his wounds nor the pain. He breathed hard as a few parts fell off that were seared black. The wrecker cried out once more as Nightmares jaws locked around his frame and he was tossed to Vortex. He struggled to stand.

Jenna frowned watching and she eyed the robots before glancing to Bill. "I guess not but...never mind. So what do I do exactly beings I'm stuck here? I'm not sitting around doing nothing because of this.I have a job and my sister needs taken care of, she's only ten! "

[Galactus]

// okay, okay omg. I'm finally going to work on posts. I will get them in asap

[fiver]

Woo!!! We have missed you galactus!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Galactus]

Vertigo didn't hesitate in staring right back at Groht, rage in his optics and a scowl on his faceplates. Clenching his servos into fists he pulled at the cuffs for a moment, glancing over at Blister and the non faction momentarily before turning his helm back around to look at the red mech. "Yeah, I know how it feels. In case you <i>forgot</i>." He spat, wings hiking up on his back- only to fall down as he beared his denta when a loud screech rang through the prison ward. "Slaggin' d-" He cut himself off when he heard the sound of other pede steps, looking over and around Groht's shoulder to see Sideswipe. Good. At least someone was making an effort to help them.

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Saltraptor, after finished leading Gunner to the specified hangar, ducked in the large doorway before standing straight again. The hangar was of course specially made to fit transformers of all sizes, including her- even if her helm in dinobot form reached the upper levels. Some of the workers gave her pedes friendly pats, to which she appreciated, and she moved into the spot across from the McLaren before folding back down into her Humvee alt to allow the humans there to work on her. Waiting, for Fowler to return, with or without the girl. She could care less.

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Blackout glared angrily as Soundwave took off, not liking the idea of being left to hobble the rest of the way there. Which, he did, and upon eventually arriving at the crash site, the look of Megatron wasn't so good. If he could speak, he would, but words would have failed him anyway as he stared helplessly at his leaders frame. Shooting Soundwave a questioning and yet concerned look, he pointed at their Warlord.

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Predaking unfurled his wings once Driveby was situated on his back struts, lifting off with a few heavy flaps of them before taking off in the direction of smoke that billowed from the mountain side. Upon arriving, he landed softer than usual as to not jar the mech (thank Primus he had a kind enough spark). Examining Megatrons beaten and battered frame, the bullet wound was what attracted most of his attention, considering it's location and how much energon was leaking out of it. He shot a pointed look Soundwave's way before snorting, pointing his snout towards that wound specifically.

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((Rest will be up soon, sorry for the wait!))

[Crimson_Raven]

Its fine G!
I want to announce that i'll be MIA until tuesday fir the rp cos i type it all up on an app on my phone but i dont have it atm.))

[Galactus]

"Oh?" Defect remarked, cocking an optical ridge as his smile fell. He cocked a hip strut out and rested a servo on it, wings flicking slightly as he listened to the femme explain. The sour tone didn't even phase him, more like he didn't notice it, but either way his smug expression wasn't lost. Narrowing his optics he tilted his helm off to the side a tad bit, taking a glance at the rifle muzzle sticking over the femme's shoulder when 'another sniper' was said before looking back at his own. "Same for you. Care to tell me these 'orders'?" He (greatly) took his rifle back, swinging it over his shoulder and latching it into the custom made holsters on his back. This femme was pretty, yes, but he knew when he was crossing lines and right now he'd wait for the flirtatious smiles and smooth moves.

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The warmth from the femmes servo on his seemed to travel to his spark, and he hid the oncoming flustered expression by turning his helm slightly to the side and standing to help the femme up. A nod in thanks, appreciation for the understanding, and he placed a careful servo against her back to help her along and catch up with the rest of the team.

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Sunstreaker let out the tiniest of aggravated growls, considering every time he moved to pass the femme sweeped to the left or right and cut him off. "Oh, sure. If only, you know, someone stopped cutting me off." He retorted down the comm line, sarcasm dripping from his tone for the first few words. When Electrix transformed and hopped over the rails to the road on the other side, he scoffed- there was no way he was going to do that and risk damaging his paint any further. He'd take the loss. He was going to make her wash him either way. "No way in hell am I doing that! That'll be more for you to clean- consider this me being generous!"

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((Drift's post soon, sorry for the wait))

[Crimson_Raven]

Rest soon))
Delia

The blond girl watched Sterno.
She could only imagine how it felt to be so lost.
Poor Sterno.
Didn't exactly have the best role models.
But she stayed quiet because he seemed like he needed to get something off of his chest.
And when he did, wow it was unexpected.
"Really?" Delia gawked.
"No wonder your lost.
Sounds like you've been yanked at in all directions only to get nowhere." She sighed.
"I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to.
Not my decision." She nodded agreeably.
"Its not so much what it makes you, its what you make of it.
To me, you don't look like your about to turn into a relentless destroying havoc bringer anytime soon." Delia pointed out.
"So Groth was your trainer…how did he come back to life?
I thought Optimus…" she paused and waved her arms around awkwardly.
"Uh, you know." She drew a finger across her neck and pulled a face.
Now Delia got serious again.
"As Tantalum has come back to the Autobots I think he'd agree which side you belong with.
But its not his decision.
Its not my decision or even your parents.
You need to make this decision for you, Sterno.
If its what you want then that's the way it will be and no force in the universe can say otherwise.
So don't let anyone scare you into thinking otherwise."
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Vortex

The Decepticon interrogator yelped out as he was picked up and tossed off to the side, rolling and smacking faceplate first into a rock.
He blinked and growled through his denta, pushing himself up and reclaiming his fallen blades.
He slid them into their shelths and wiped his cheek that the rock had struck with the back of a servo.
That would scar for sure.
He stood and watched Deadbeat get smoldered then the same treatment as he had received himself before rolling to a stop at his pedes.
Vortex crouched down and grabbed the wreckers jaw in a servo.
"That was the best 'roll out' I've ever seen!" He cackled and shoved his face away, standing up to look at Nightmare as he spoke.
Vortex laughed "Oh Nightmare Incarnation…" his laughter fading to a deadly fragged off snarl "If you ever do that to me again…" he pointed a digit at him and clenched his servo into a fist.
The camo con glanced at the Autobot clearly at his mercy and got a coms link to Megatron for orders.
However the link was never received.
Vortex looked down at Deadbeat.
"Nah.
Megatron will want him in for interrogation."
With that Vortex transformed into his chopper.
His rotors soon thundering up fast and lifting him off of the ground.
The wrecker was too big to ride inside.
Instead Vortex fired cables out below him that snatched Deadbeat and lifted him up.
Vortex would carry him back with him.
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Special Agent Fowler

Bill sighed.
"Yes I am fully aware of that.
An Agent is on their way as we speak." He knew he'd crack her eventually.
"You see, Miss.
You've seen those two Autobots, like it or not.
Now the Decepticon's will know you have some role in all of this and they aren't about to invite you around for a coffee and a nice chat about it.
Their everywhere, constantly scanning and watching and hacking out tech." Fowler rested both hands on the desk and watched her.
"If they think you have the slightest detail of use to them?
They will find you and tare everything you know and love away from you." He gave her the cold hard truth.
"That's why I've brought you here, Jenna.
You think we want that?
I for one am not about to let that happen to you so here's what I'm going to do." Bill swiped his hand across the hologram and it was left with a blank blue glowing space.
"I'm going to assign you an Autobot guardian.
He will be responsible for your protection and safety.
Escort you anywhere you need to go and be with you around the clock." He walked over and leant on the edge of the desk in front of her.
"More sufficient then your everyday convertible, huh?" Bill joked lightly to soften the mood.
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Frost Wire

Frost's lip plates curved the slightest smidge at the edges.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She asked teasingly whilst looking him up and down again.
He was so familiar…yet so anonymous.
"As far as my Leader is concerned, the Autobots aren't to be harmed."
The fea stood frozen, her silvery optics darting up.
"Friends of yours?" She questioned, taking a tentive step backwards.
Just to be 100% on the answer.
The Decepticon spy jet seemingly glided towards their position, high up in the sky, however, that could rapidly change in a matter of seconds.
Frost Wire's radar warned her of other units closing in.
"We need to move!" She said more urgently.

Soundwave

The spy hovered above the hillside where Megatron's form flooded with smoke.
Two signatures were detected below as well as Blackouts.
Soundwave tilted forwards and dove down, transforming and landing silently on the grassy terrain.
He stood beside Lord Megatron and Blackout.
He looked at the voiceless helo and nodded his helm.
Their leader was certainly in a scrap.
Soundwave's tentacles set to work in moving the rubble away from their leader.
First unearthing what looked like the crumpled back of the jet with a large wound that leaked much energon.
Reinforcements were already close by.

Driveby

The black and red con held on as Predaking took off.
His attention wasn't on their Lord and oh-so dear leader once they had landed.
No.
Instead, Driveby's bright red optics focused on the two figures the other side of the hill.
As apparently he was the only one noticing this he tapped Predaking's neck plates with his taloned digits and made a point of clearing his throat.
"Yes that's all very concerning but don't we have medics to, you know, care about that."
Then he took aim and fired his laser gun and a red beam streaked towards the two unknown figures.