Transformers Post Prime Rp! Renewed!(Open/Always Accepting!)

[Senrage]

-I power down mostly some minor though processesand Conciousnes remain as I lay on the hard floor[ the weight of two femmes on my back one was laying on me for a few moments before she's lifted up Abit into an embrace by lecter-.... -on lects heads up display
a small chat box opens with my name on it a few lines of text appearing slowly- told ya there was more to live for welcome back captain of the third velocitronian defence platoon. And... First recruit of the velocitronian peacekeeper mercenaries. Planetary defence branch. We will need to talk later...-the chat flickers lightly getting Abit more sluggish in typing- but for now..... hes.. a token.....of my.....Thanks...-the comm flickers off and a low whirrs that was running from my shut down form grows lower yet however as soon as it flickers off the new peacekeeper section of your hud starts running a program-
along with a small alert-.. " beginning upgrade and stablization program, activating bio metal growth and integrating cycle...- the plate on your leg suddenly changing shapes from a jagged patch even if streamlined into long flowing lines all over your chassis several access lines being built and spreading throughout your body and systems settings and functions being slightly changed or enhanced across the boards while leaving personally preference settings alone but all mechanical and other systems are reporting steady increases in all outputs just enough to give a slight advantage in any fight mismatched or not, it after a few moments finishes spreading like an intricate tattoo before suddenly ruing the color of your plating but just slightly darker-

-my limp form falls easily into lects arms I just seem utterly exausted still holding onto my tools despite being completely out of it my plasma screwdriver of obvious velocitronian make and looks very familiar-

-noting the sudden intrusion as the bot starts shouting and screaming while slapping a bot nearly twice his size-..... irritating.. -in normal circumstances this might have been amusing but this particular time just made it annoying.
...a dark memory resurfaces about someone lost. I under stand very well how precious moments like this can be. This.. raving bots antics and idiocy are not needed. - .... Oh shut it. -i suddenly move from my spot a scanning blast hitting the new bot right before a canister is launched right at him. It's full of a grey fluid picked up from a frozen bot. With some slight modifications it's been made into a specific target hunting ga. Via energy fields and magnetic inclinations inate to each bot while no longer effective at crowd control. It can take down a specific bot and prevent that escape. As I stride forward the canister smashes neatly right into the back of the new bot[ the gas erupting from it as it shatters completely coating the bot in a cloud of gas- moments before I reach the bot grabbing it by the chest plate as the gas begins to harden and restrict movement of the smaller bot-


-i devour body after body the mass within me growing denser and denser several metal scales growing triple layering each with the acidic glow and edges more and more jagged soon the concrete begins to crack and crumble under my weight as I move about the cistern the piles of scrap and bodies dwindling to near nothing as soon as I begin upon the last pile it's flooded with a dust... A dead swarm of Nanites yet. They have a biological signature their dna is rapidly absorbed and many of my scales develope holes like honey comb or hornets nests...... Small biological wasps with metal shells and acid stings-....it's enough...... My mass... Has grown sufficient.... -coiling up at the center of the now greatly damaged cistern I begin to harden my outer layers liquid metal and biological mass flooding from my skin into a cocoon and hardening into a solid she'll with acid veins and symbiotic wasp nests riddling it



-the 3x representation grows more detail and more reading the biosignature growing denser and denser before finally hardening into an un scannable cocoon surrounded in a dense layer of energon radiation-.... This could be bad...initiating recovery pods and ship raising systems.... -i open a comm line to the crashed ship sayying through the speakers on the energen y lines- all hands brace for several impacts.. retreival protocol 773 -e78067 "swarm" initiated... Biohazard signal achieving stage two. Emergency evacuation of injured personnel... Priority one...
-as I say this a series of 2 large pods with massive claws moves from the loading bays into the launch chambers followed by several auxiliary thruster attachments which begin their firing sequence

[KiraTamaru]

Pacific grunted, undaunted by the smaller mech slapping him around. He had caught sight of his insignia. A fellow 'bot. Though as to why he was met with such aggression right off the bat was beyond him. He listened quietly as he took the slaps, it hardly phased him, the smaller bot wasn't particularly hitting him that hard. Enough to get his head to move a bit, but nothing truly harmful. Annoying, but harmless. That was his first impression of this bot. He looked up as he heard the older mech come up. He watched as he shot out a canister at the smaller bot. He very easily could have taken care of himself, or just let the 'bot continue with the slapping until he felt better. It didn't much matter to him. He blinked and nodded his appreciation at Corrode as he pulls the smaller bot off of him. "Ah, go easy on the kid. We must'a startled him pretty good, what with barging in here and wrecking up the place." He commented before taking a glance over to the scene that seemed to be happening with the speedier blue bot and the medic bot. He wondered vaguely if she would be okay. What she had gone through, to be showing those sorts of emotions so openly. He shook his head, he wasn't much for showing off any emotions, not that he had much need. He never really had anybot to lose. He had his fellow wreckers, sure, but they were a hard lot to pick off. He also had Meltdown, though that minicon was harder to pin down than any other he had come across. He shook his head and gestured that they should leave the two to themselves. He was still leaking a good bit of energon from his shoulder, though not enough that he required immediate medical care. Not like Concussion. He shook his head. The incredible power that the smaller bot had came at a near deadly price. One that he wasn't sure he would be comfortable enough to use himself, even if he was given the chance. He would be just happy getting his hammer back. He subconsciously put his hand over where his arm used to be. He was lopsided. Not a feeling he was fond of. He walked over and leaned his back on a wall, keeping fairly well to himself. He would ask for medical treatment later. The others would need it first, and he would rather have them fixed up before he himself would take treatment.

Meltdown perked his ears as he heard another 'bot attacking Pacific. He leaped over to where the situation had begun, and had thusly ended. He noted that the older bot had taken care of the situation before it had really gotten anywhere. He looked to Pacific, who had chosen to walk away from the other room. He could understand why, he wasn't very good at the comforting thing. He was never very good with words, it's one of the reasons they had gotten along so well. He was a mute, and Pacific didn't talk much. A match made by the allspark, really. He would leave the lug to rest, though he made sure to make careful note of how powerful the older bot was. He seemed like a shambling wreck on the outside, but seemed to be hiding an arsenal of weapons, powerful weapons, underneath that shakey exterior. He noted that down, before moving back to watch and observe Lector, and the medical bot.

Lector held Overdrive in her arms, holding the femme close to her frame, she couldn't help but smile lightly, unbelievably happy at having her mechanic back. She wiped away a small bit of optical lubricant that had leaked from her optic, unable to help but cry a bit out of pure happiness at their reunion, even if the other femme was out cold for the duration of it. She listened to everything around them, yet heard none of it. She found that her world wasn't as broken as she had thought. Not everything had been taken from her. She still had her med-bot. Her one bit of Velocitron, her lost word, was returned to her. For that she could only be grateful. "Wake up Overdrive. Wake up, I'm here." She said softly, looking into the femme's face, at her closed optics, waiting for her to awaken.

Twinstrike scowled as the white con continued to run his mouth. He talked too much. An obvious distraction of some sort, she was sure. But to what, she wasn't sure. Only those who had something to cover up talked so much. She scowled further as he took off with two of her drones. She had carefully picked out the best of each drone for her creator, how dare he simply take what she had collected. She gave Bullet a sideways glance, scowling. "You and him must get along, you both talk too much." She said, half joking as she moved to follow after. She would reclaim her drones once the white one was done having them escort him. She paused in her stride as she heard Bullet call out to her. She glanced back at him, and stated simply "To retrieve the drones that were taken from me." Before continuing on her way. She would not be interrupted in her mission any longer than she already was. She quickly sensed that something had gone amiss. It was too quiet, too quickly. She noted that Bullet had left the ship once more, or rather that he was having the ship let him off once more. Though what she was listening for, and what she didn't hear, were the footfalls of the drones that were taken from her. She no longer heard them, but rather, only the footfalls of one mech. She glowered as she moved quickly, ordering the other drones to wait where they were. She would not put the other drones at risk, not when she had to deliver them to her creator, her master. She balled her hand into a fist as she followed the footfalls to where Whiteout was just finishing disabling a camera. "You! What have you done with my drones?" She glowered, her left hand changing into that of a fiery blade, she had her suspicions before, and it seemed they were all accurate. 'Nightshade was a fool to send out such an open invitation to other cons.' growled Flux, Vortex replying 'we will help her to weed out those who would cause harm to her mission. To the mission of our creator!' all the while on the outside, Twinstrike took a step forward "You've only a moment to explain yourself, scum!" though she knew that his kind would try to weasel his way out of this sort of situation, he would come up with something he deemed cunning. Or perhaps he was more the sort to simply attack. Regardless, she was prepared for either situation, was now awaited to see how he himself would react.

Bullet couldn't help but inwardly smirk at how Whiteout tended to weave such intricate lies so easily. He watched, though could tell that Twinstrike wasn't one to fall for such things so easily. He would try to give Whiteout a head start, that was the least that he could do for the mech before he tried to hightail it out of the ship. He only needed to get Whiteout onto the ship. That was his end of the bargain. The rest was up to the other mech. As he watched Twinstrike begin to follow after Whiteout, he called out indifferently "Hey twiny~ Where are you headed off to in such a hurry, thought you would want to bask in my presence for just a bit more." He couldn't help but smile at her, and laugh lightly at her short answer. She never really had much time for any other bot than herself. Shockwave had really outdone himself with her. She cared for no con but herself, and for him. He hoped that the small amount of time that he had given Whiteout would be enough. With that, he had the bridge lowered once more. He would take his leave. He wouldn't want to stick around anyway. If Nightshade was still around, she very well would be cross if she found him back so soon, and with no intel at that, other than what he had gleamed from Whiteout. How he would play that off as his own intel would be a bit tricky though. He shook his helm. He would avoid the situation all together if given the chance.

Nightshade listened to Shatter. She wondered just how loyal her new follower was. She seemed confident enough in herself, though not enough to step over her boundaries. Yet. She gave praise where it was due, but praised herself as well. Confidence, but not too much. She would make a fine follower. She noted a small disturbance on one of the monitors, but upon closer inspection, everything seemed fine. She watched it as she spoke to Shatter "Oh, my father became very sloppy in his work toward the end of the war. To my knowledge, he has left much of his mining equipment scattered on earth in various energon deposits. All we must do is tap into the databank to find out in which mines he had most recently been in." She elaborated out loud. She knew she had caught sight of something, but what, she was rather unsure of now. She would keep a close optic on the monitors though. She would not so easily let anything undermine her, not so early. She was still highly alert, she knew she was a new commander, one that had yet to fully gain her followers respect. Her own given reputation could only bring so much respect.

[O.G.]

Whiteout froze, his hands still wrapped around the wiring of the camera, at the sound of the combiner's voice just at the end of the corridor. Well, scrap. Caught red handed...or was he? He turned his helm to face the combiner, Twinstrike, as his database informed him, and realized that the only thing she seemed concerned with was her missing drones. He almost paused to seriously wonder why any 'con would have a single care for a couple of lowly drones, but it occurred to him that, in this moment, Twinstrike's affection for nobodies was not the most pressing matter at hand. Rather, he could not help but focus on her weapon, a searing sword of flames, of all the things. Primus, why did fire always find him?

He put on a vaguely guilty expression, easing his hands from the camera's exposed wiring and lowering them to chassis height, where they remained in the air to display submission. "Alright, you caught me. But, yes, allow me to explain..." He took a cautious step backwards to put a slightly more comfortable distance between them--the last thing he wanted was to be burned, and he could feel the heat from Twinstrike's sword even so far away. Still sensitive to it, after all these millennia, it seemed. "I am a Decepticon, and a loyal one. I would never bring harm to the Decepticon cause with malice. The truth is, I am weaker than I seem. I travelled many lightyears through space to get here without a ship. My reserves are on the brink of total depletion, and I did not arrive on Earth without skirmish. There are Autobots indeed on Earth, and they intercepted me shortly after my arrival." He made gentle motion to the more superficial damage across his armor, large scorch marks where the Insecticons at the scrapyard had not missed their mark. "I am down here because...Well, to put it simply, I do not know or trust Nightshade. If I approach her in this condition, who is to say that she will not deem me too weak for her time and crush me? Even if she were to accept me in this pitiful state, Decepticons are not known for their generosity. I require more than a fair share of energon to regain my fullest strength, which I need to serve the Decepticon cause to my best ability. If Nightshade were to accept me into her ranks and only offer me half of the energon my body needs, I will fail the cause I have fought on the side of for millennia, and that would bring me personal pain." His left knee gave a perceptive quiver beneath his weight. "So, yes, I am down here in search of energon to take without permission, but only because I have not served this cause so long only to die before I can see it through. I fully intend upon paying my debts through unyielding service to this cause, should Nightshade allow me. As for your drones, I actually took them in the hope that one of them might know where the ship's energon is stored, though their answers differed. I requested that they disperse on higher decks and contact me if they found the storage unit while I came down here in the most likely place. Please--" he gave a sudden grunt as his left knee gave beneath him. Though he righted himself for a moment, he soon collapsed to the floor on both hands and one knee. He looked up, pleading, but not overly so.

"I know I have insulted you with my deception from before, but do not offline an ally like this. I will not ask that you help me steal from this ship or even to turn a blind eye while I sneak off and steal for myself. If you allow me to live, I will go to Nightshade as I am and hope for the best outcome, and you may relocate your drones. Please," he lifted a hand from the floor and outstretched it towards Twinstrike for assistance in standing, "do not harm this cause any more than it already has been by offlining a loyal soldier."

Shockwave superficial assessment of the Nemesis was thorough and efficient. He could glean many things about its mechanics and technology merely by its exterior, though, as the last of the ship's data was downloaded into the appropriate file, he did not hesitate to pull the file up, along with the several others created and filled during the downloading process. Information poured across the main holoscreens in an instant, streaming down them at flashing speeds. Shockwave consumed the speeding sheets of data with ease, several minutes passing before the last file had run its course across its holoscreen and halted at the screen's base. Shockwave cleared each screen of its displayed file with one clean maneuver. In their places appeared a stretching virtual display of the ships mechanical and technological systems, and on the holoscreens yet unused appeared displays of the ship's exterior. All aspects considered, Shockwave understood that he had been given an entirely basic platform with which to work with, both inside and out. It was not unexpected of a simple cruiser ship and came with both pros and cons, though not one drawback was incapable of being overcome. He set to work immediately on modifying the ship as it was displayed to him, starting with its inner functions and designs.

Shatter hummed, considering Nightshade's words. Admittedly, Shatter knew very little of the war as it had happened on Earth. It was not due to any negligence of her own. Isolated though she, Jetstream, and the troops had been, she had carefully siphoned every detail of the war from the airwaves in order to be fully aware of the war's balance for millennia. However, the war had never moved to a galaxy so far flung as this milky way and very few reports actually made it to any distance she could reasonably reach, and she and Jetstream had been left in the dark. She could only hope that Nightshade was right in her conviction that her father had been sloppy in his last years of war. "That is all very well," she replied. "The sooner we can bolster your armies with ample energon supply, the sooner we can eradicate all Autobot life on Earth, assuming Bullet can acquire and supply ample information as to the Autobots' whereabouts..." Shatter trailed, her helm turned in the direction of the recently disturbed monitors but her optics cut towards Nightshade. She crossed her arms, considering her words before she spoke them.

"However," she added at length, turning her helm to fully face Nightshade again, "I would advise you to not place too much trust in your spy. I find myself quite suspicious of him, though I don't expect the opinion of a stranger to hold exceptional merit with you. Don't worry, I would not discredit you for it. Think of it merely as a suggestion, as a piece of friendly advice." She waved the hand of her recently uncrossed arm casually through the air. "Exclusive loyalty is seemingly not a trait bred among spies."

Speedtrap could not believe the gall of this bot! He and that--that glitch of a femme had the audacity not only to break into his ship unannounced, but also to destroy it, and this lug nut eating, tar scraping, exhaust pipe of a mech couldn't even stutter out one single excuse! Speedtrap roared in fury, ending his assault on the 'bot's face in preparation to throttle him and throw him out himself, when, out of nowhere, something small but heavy smashed into his back. For a moment, Speedtrap was certain that this intruder had actually struck him.

"Why you fragging piece of--!" He was cut short when, from the same location of the original strike, there was a burst, and a blinding grey gas began to encompass him. "What the--?" He released the intruder to whirl around at the sound of lumbering footsteps--the most likely source of detonated canister which was attached to him. "How many of you--?! Why?!" He threw an arm back to try to grab at whatever had been attached, but it was at that perfectly unreachable spot along his spinal column. And that was when, for the second time in five minutes, he realized that he was being paralyzed. "ARGH!!" He yelled in fury as he slowly crippled to the floor, each thrash of defiance from his sinking body becoming slower and slower with every moment. "You sons of glitches, all of you! You sons of glitches!" were his final shouts as he sank to the floor in a cloud of smoke...only to be hoisted back up by a large hand and given a second wind.

"I'll kill you!" Those were his first furious words the second he emerged from the mist. With all of his strength and willpower he fought to throw his mightiest punch straight in the middle of this new mech's face, but he moved as though against the force of twenty tons only to succumb to total body paralysis mere centimeters from the mech's face. He grunted heavily in an attempt to complete the blow, but it was useless. "Augh!! You slagging coward! Breaking in, breaking my stuff, and then paralyzing me?! None of you have the right to vandalize my ship! I am its commander! I am the law!" In a furious, albeit pathetic attempt to save his ship, Speedtrap resorted to snapping his jaws rabidly at the closest thing he might actually be able to reach on the mech--the hand clutching the plating across his chassis.

[Senrage]

....if you liked that your really going to like what's next. - I sigh alittle as suddenly over the speakers a proximity alarm along with an impact alarm suddenly start blaring apparently the systems were jump started during the first couple impacts- ... Well...here we go again. -i activate mag locks on my peds originally scavenged off a mining mech to escape an asteroid right before there's a massive slam the entire ship shaking as the retreival system completely crushes the rear propulsion. Engines a systemic warning of all thruster systems compromised the ships hull creaking as all of a sudden the second one smashes into the stone face and burrows in smashing through the bridge and latching on with massive drills and bolts another warning is added to the alerts. Bridge compromised. Alerts going off all over the place as several small thruster engines burrito
Ow all around the ship and directly attaching-..... Cathedral's aim is as good as ever I see... - I say as a massive bolt punches through the side a few meters off from where I'm holding the brat-... Here have a nice seat. -i fire a mag mine onto the wall and activate it before placing the young bot upon it- enjoy the show. -i say before walking off over to where concussion is and overdrive is sleeping--
alright lass i know your tired but its time to wake up. -i say turning overdrive in lectors grasp abit exposing a near identical panel on her back like concussion a glass vial appearing form the palm of my hand filled with a extremely radiant liquid that looks unnatural. synthetic yet is blasting a energon signal if abit odd strong enough to alert anyone in a few dozen miles that we are there- rise and shine,,, -i jab the vial straight into the panel and overdrive makes a supprised sound as she bolts upright awake- time for hugs and kisses later you have 40 seconds to mag lock everyone here so they dont get spaced,,,,,,,and find concussions scrapping mask..... He won't survive the vacuum without it.... -i say the last bit to everyone not a statement an order-


-i suddenly bolt upright after the energon his my lines my plating suddenly glowing with hundreds if not thousands of
circuit lines which seem to fill up with the synthetic energona distinct network of biometal begins to glow a light blue color it takes a moment to full come back on line and register what was said- ... You got it Gramps. -she lightly untangles herself from lector- talk later work to do. -she smiles moving out from between lect and concussion- find his mask captain... He's important to our past and future. Particularly yours -i smirk before running off- the energon seeming to give me a directed magnetic feild as various loose parts start flying off walls and off the ground etc and into my waiting hands where 4 or five smaller arms have come out of my forearms with welders and the like as I build a small sphere and toss it suddenly right at melt down- here boy! hold onto that! - the sphere looks like it's meant to be bitten but as it flies through the air it powers up and activates a gravity feild
non harmful just enough to keep one attached to the floor. I continue to run to the next guy already working on the next one this time. A plate cover a rather large one- here you go big guy. -i say as I run up to Pacific slamming it onto his leaking arm
and manually welding the whole thing it appears to double as a patch and very acutely shut all the energon leaks as the welds finish right before a slight sensation of heaviness hits pacific- well patch you up good later~ -i say running off to my next spot various plates bolts screws circuits etc flying through the air after me-.

orbital retreival commencing in 15 seconds...-i begin a count down as the retreival pods begin to fire up an anti-grav system
shaking the whole ship as the side thrusters ignite and begin revving up- all assets secured....-i note the sudden burst of synthetic energon from below-... *I suppose corrode is down there.....* ...-i activate the hanger systems and open one of the massively ancient doors into the hangers creaks into life siren lights and the usual warnings of decompression go off as the doors slowly and fully open to allow the entrance of even a flagship cruiser, watching below i see the turbines begin to pull the ship from the rubble of the mountainside dragging it from its earthly grave sand and stones getting caught up in the anti gravity field as it fully powers up making the ship and near surroundings near weightless- ignition thrusters on line beginning launch in 20 seconds..... -the field also inadvertently is lifting the remaining bots off the floor plating of the ship which is dangerous enough without piles of damaged plating and wires everywhere-


((ok done on that for now concussion and scourge are on standby till next post.))

[KiraTamaru]

Pacific watched as the bot snapped his jaw's in the air, and shook his head before his attention was taken by the femme from before who slammed a patch onto his leaking energon lines where his arm used to be. He nodded his thanks to her, but said nothing, knowing to not distract her and let continue on to her next work. He sat back and let out a small sigh of relief as he could feel his energon stop from leaking. He looked over to Meltdown, who seemed content in his own gravity field, documenting ever silently. He then turned once more to the bot who seemed to own the ship. "Calm down wontcha? We aren't con's, and we aren't here with malicious intentions." He grumbled as he leaned on the wall. "Just shut up and calm down." he said with a heavy sigh. He wanted to power down, to rest, but knew better, knew to stay awake. He recalled throwing the mask off of the captain earlier. But also knew he was in no shape to go and retrieve it now.

Meltdown moved and caught the ball type machine that was thrown at him. He soon after settled in and waited to see what the others would do. He looked to the raving bot that was now paralyzed, and documented how he acted, and how he reacted to the others that interacted with him. He wondered, for a brief moment, if this bot was possibly insane, it would only make sense if he had cooped himself up here by himself all these years. Loneliness had a tendency to do that to bot's. Did something to their heads, made them act strange, in a way that he wasn't sure could be reversed. He picked up the ball that helped him to keep him grounded and made his way over to the snapping bot, and simply tilted his head as he observed, but said nothing.

Lector moved up and spurred herself into action. She smiled at Overdrive, happy to see the femme back in work. She was okay with this sort of reunion. It only seemed appropriate. She nodded at the command and recalled that Pacific had torn the mask off and thrown it not too terribly far from here, or not far to her. She was about to transform to head to where she recalled the mask was before she was lifted off the floor. She grunted, what a pain! She could never wrap her head around why flier's enjoyed being in the air so much. It was nothing but trouble for her. She moved quickly, or as quickly as she could, through the air toward where she saw the mask floating. Using hunks of junk to move to her destination, she grabbed it and quickly made her way back by kicking off of the wall behind her. "I've the mask, though I'm not sure how operational it is, it was halfway melted after all." She commented as she made her way back to Concussion's side.

Twinstrike couldn't help but sneer slightly as Whiteout talked. Just as she had thought, he talked, a lot. He may have spoke some truth, though it was woven heavily into his lies. He was probably used to bot's and con's alike listening to his truthful lies, and going with it. He did make a good case, though not good enough for her. She watched in slight disdain as he, to her tastes, layered it all on fairly thickly. She shook her help, but never took her eyes off of him. "You think I'd believe what you said even for a moment? You talk too much, and give yourself away." She commented, being careful not to take his outstretched hand, but rather moved her flaming sword toward it, giving him the option to stand. She had taken note that he was wary of it's flames, and knew that she would be using flames to win this battle, as this con seemed to be obviously wary. "My loyalties are not directly tied to Nightshade, they are to my creator, Shockwave. You have taken what he has requested, and now you will pay for it." She growled, and moved swiftly to slice at his outstretched hand, aiming to take his arm off at the elbow.

Nightshade glanced over to Shatter as she spoke of Bullet once more. She waited patiently for her to finish, before making a decision. "if you are so concerned about our resident spy, then I think I may have a solution." She couldn't help but smile at this, turning to look Shatter right in her optic's. "If you have such little faith in him, then I shall have you team up with him, and keep him in line. He shall be your new partner, until your old partner returns to us." She said, almost silkily. It seemed a good enough solution to her, and it gave her a break from having Shatter at her side. She watched, very carefully, how Shatter reacted to these orders. She knew that they were unfavorable, but wanted to test just how loyal Shatter was to her. If she would turn on her for this unfavorable order, or if she would take it in good stride.

Bullet paused at the bottom of the ship, considering for a moment if he should stick around to help Whiteout, or if he should leave the con to his own fate. On one hand, if he helped him out, he would be owed a favor. However, if he got tangled up in this con's mess, he would be in a load of scrap. He wasn't much for fighting, so that would be out of the question. What he was good with was stopping others from action. He sighed as he weighed his options. Was a favor from Whiteout really worth it? He shook his helm, he wasn't even sure that the con needed his help. He would wait, in the blind spot he knew he was in from the ship's camera's, and if Whiteout didn't make it out in a timely manner, he would lend a hand. If he did make it out, all the better, they would make their way to the autobot's together, as Whiteout had promised. All he had to do now, was wait.

[O.G.]

Whiteout, somewhere along his millennia of dealing with volatile clients and even more questionable targets, had mastered his penchant for reading bots. He could tell fairly quickly that Twinstrike was not quite so forgiving as some bots, nor as submissive to the logic embedded within his attempt at manipulation as others typically were. He couldn't deny the thrill of being caught in his lie --he relished a good challenge--, but he knew better than to throw himself gung-ho into the unknown she presented to him. He wasn't exactly the most finely tuned assassin-extrordanaire in the moment, and he was not about to spend his final moments being hacked and burned to death aboard a Decepticon vessel, not when he could die a freer death.

A bit off taken by Twinstrike's reasons for wishing to offline him, Whiteout recoiled his hand in a flash, feeling the heat of her flaming sword sear his fingertips as his sudden motion caused his lagging body to stumble backwards and hit the floor. Sitting up, he gave her an almost incredulous look. "Cool it!" Quite literally, he thought. "I said they're a few decks up!" Uncaring that he likely chased his own lie in vain, Whiteout used his outcries as a distraction to take aim at Twinstrike's feet and blast them with a heavy layer of his tantalum carbide infused ice. Except scrap the tantalum carbide. His weapons system malfunctioned and its store jammed, leaving for pure, entirely meltable ice to build at her feet instead. Whiteout cursed mentally but played it cool.

"Better luck next time, Calamity and Jane!" With a mock salute, he swung to his feet with a clumsy sort of grace and unsheathed his skates, proceeding to spray the entire width of the corridor with ice and jump onto his newly made rink. Hoping it would slow her down and speed him up in the almost certain pursuit, Whiteout took off on his growing path at full speed, flailing and slamming into walls all the while. "Oh for Primus--" Slam! "--sake!" Wham--SCREE! Would the malfunctions never cease? And where the slag did Nightshade keep her energon?!

Shatter was surprised by the openly amicable tone that Nightshade used when first responding to her suspicions, sensing perhaps a better--and quicker-- outcome than she had been hoping for. She visibly perked up, turning to face Nightshade directly in the same moment that Nightshade turned to her, wishing to be able to fully relish the moment Bullet's fate was sealed. Ah, it was going to be better than a hot oil shower.

And then Nightshade spoke.

And somewhere out there Shatter was sure Bullet was choking on uproarious laughter he did not yet understand.

She visibly winced, before she could stop herself, and she was certain that more than one cog in her processor sprang and launched out of its place. Her. With Bullet. Again...Partners?! Primus, she had survived an entire, planet-destroying war only to stand here now and contemplate activating the ship's main thruster and sticking her face in front of it until satisfactorily dead.

Her optics might have twitched. Bullet's haunting, bombastic dissonance didn't just find her like a ghost, whispering grating sounds in her mind. It blasted her full force with cacophonous, raging shrieks of indistinguishable tommyrot. Were these the sounds waiting for her in the Pit?

She could have dropped to her knees, begged, pleaded at Nightshade's pedes for any other fate, for any other pain. But she refrained by the paint of her armor and instead merely grimaced, struggling to retain a posture of even vague dignity. "Admittedly, I do not favor the task." She gritted her dentals as if claiming down on the last ounce of her willpower. "But if you believe this to be a necessary undertaking, then I shall surely see it through..." She hoped with every beat of her ever-loving spark that Nightshade would reconsider.

If Speedtrap's faceplates could have paled, they would have run white at his pile-of-junk captor's words. And then the proximity alarms activated (wow, those were working?), screeching and wailing and flashing bright all around him. "Wait! WAIT!!" His pleading was to no avail. What little of his body that could still move flinched as the whole ship rocked under a succession of violent and penetrating blows which reached a crescendo that had him yelling in alarm at how close a massive claw came to plowing through him upon its entrance. For a moment afterwards, he was dumbstruck by the carnage of his precious ship. It wasn't until after he was bolted by a mag lock onto the wall that he could fully wrap his processor around everything he was seeing.

"Pirates! PIRATES!! Primus fragging dammit! It's a broken ship, you bolt-headed brutes! If this ship leaves the ground, I fragging swear--!" He was cut off by the sound of massive boulders crumbling and crashing atop the half-entombed vessel and the sound of groaning metal as the long marooned ship was at last relieved of its own weight in what had very nearly been its final resting place. "AUGGHH!" He shrieked in a mixture of panic and fury, a semblance of returning mobility allowing most of his limbs to tremble. "You're all fragging dead, you hear me?! You're fragging dead! As soon as I'm out of this--" Yet again Speedtrap was cut off, this time by the voice of the bot he had been throttling before. His optics nearly bugged from their sockets in his fury as his helm snapped to the obvious wrecker.

"'AREN'T HERE WITH MALICIOUS INTENTIONS?!'" he roared, as incredulous as he was infuriated by this bot's capacity to think of him as so sheerly stupid. "Are you fragging kidding me?! The first slagging bot I met in here zapped me into paralysis! And five minutes later another bot does the same fragging thing! And now you're STEALING MY SHIP!! I've worked so hard on it you sparkless idiots! It doesn't even work!" His twitching was at last beginning to resemble something a little closer to violent thrashing. "And now it has a million fragging holes in it! 'Aren't malicious' my aft, you overgrown lug nut!" He spat in Pacific Breakdown's direction, landing a mark next to the bot's pede.

[Senrage]

.....- i stop suddenly and turn back to the annoying bot-.... quiet. -i that one word was filled with such raw intent to harm should it not be followed its like time stopped still my usually neon green eyes turned sharply black and in many of my exposed energon lines you dozens if not hundreds or even thousands of tentacles writhing in agitation do to the suddenly influx of anger that flooded the energon lines. as if in response to this all ship alarms suddenly shut off-.......-an acient cybertronian voice starts speaking over the speakers in old cybertronian-...... all priority alarms overridden: class 12 biohazard lifeform detected. priority: "scourge" all personnel evacuate immediately, i repeat all personnel are to evacuate immediately -the normal red alarms turn yellow sickly orange and green to emphasize a biohazard-initiation lockdown procedures - several blast doros with a biohazard on then begin to seal off the room-... i built this ship as a gift. it no more belongs to you then the previous captains who commandeered it. -i say flatly with no room for argument-... that stated ill be taking her back -the tentacles begin to recede and my normal energy color returns-....
-i turn my attention back to the ship- ... drikiln. override 6.6.0 4493Paladin -this all said in old cybertronian- ........-the alarms return to normal- override accepted. welcome back "Preator"
-the ship regular warning alarms return in the standard Cybertronian voice- if we were here maliciously. You wouldn't be alive. -i say bluntly before turning my attention back to lector-..... Just smash it against something it's only the blast sheilding that's melted. The actual mask would take something closer to a sun core to melt. -i say lightly intent to harm utterly gone-

mmmph... i dont have enough parts for 3 more...... -i grumble as i push off a wall toward where lecter is now floating over concussion- mmm..... well i guess that will work.... - i reshape what i was working on rapidly into another form
which is like a back plate with a couple of clasps to attach to another, sparks flying everywhere as several welds erupt at the same time and circuitry comes online- here you go captin~ - i push off the ceiling and push lect down toward to floor and right ontop of concussion- you'll have to attach these to him so he doesn't float away.. -i say as i clap the machine square in the middle of lects back and attach it with temporary welds and cables. the two attachment cables dangle loosely below lect lightly clinking against concussions frame just barely as lect finds her self mounted on his back the feeling of gravity settling in while the feeling of concussions frame is resisting the gravity floating up against it while not attached to lects machine yet, his whole body pushes against lect while the machine makes her body push down on top of him balancing out a few inches off the floor- now then -i
bend down and start remodifying my own peds before a sudden magnetic field akin to corrodes activates in each. the field sudden slapping me onto my feet on the floor with a loud clang and the creak of metal- whew... - i say as right before the count down hits 0 the propulsion blasts strike launching the ship straight up, as if in atmo entry but in reverse, the flames erupting outside the small protective bubble made by the retreival system and the ships high pitch whine of strain echos forth as it rises into the low atmo-

Activating finall ignition count down in tminus 10 seconds... -i send this signal through the ships computers and out the speaker systems- 10... -i think to myself hope they got everyone strapped in in time..... -9......8......7.......6......5.....4.....3.....2.......1......Ignition..- i set the thrusters all the while observing the holo system, the ships indicator suddenly jolts upward rapidly rising on the projection into the upper atmosphere in mere moments the run of flames quickly becoming visible from my station camers as i watch is acent into the upper atmo and fnally into the dead of space where the thrusters cut out. hanging there adrift for moments that seen like eternity the atmosphereic systems totally collapsed on board nothing organic would survive if not sheltered within an atmo chamber, in a bot or without the proper equipment. -
watch the ship hang for a few more moment before the system activates the steering thrusters, the trashed ship begins to slowly be manuvered into place - deactivating cloack systems for docking proceedures..... -a small section of the cloacking systems
slowly powers down reveiling a docking bay meant to hold flagship cruisers if needed, the ancient doors rusted to hell come to life in the silent void where no sound is heard opening fully, allowing the passage of the dead ship to be reborn-


-the sudden deprvation of atmosphere slams my systems on alert several small red lights going off across my body since my mask isnt in place-....>! -a forced restart is engaged, my cognizant systems forced awake the blue glow lighting up rapidly- ghh.....-i find myself unable to breath as the atmosphere gets thinner and thinner rapidly moment to moment -i begin to reach forward weakly my partly regenerated and damaged parts creaking to severe protest my vision beginning to fail noted by the flickering of my eyes- no..........


--in the depths ofthe tank my cocooon begins to harden solidify for the upcoming changes the form of my body evolving and slithering through out the egg as bones and plates from scales and fangs rapidly so rapidly in fact it would almost seem like my body was breaking and regrwing shedding old forms devouring the remains over and over until a base form is reached- "soon...i willl feed... soon.. i will grow.... soon....i will be the apex... of this world....-my intelligence is riseing as my form changed becomes more complex the snapping and shifting of materials the most apparent-...soon...."i will feast..."
(WIP!)

[KiraTamaru]

Pacific grunted, clearly this bot was raving, and needed time to get his head clear. What had being alone so long done to the poor sod? He shook his helm and simply sat back to relax and wait out the trip. He knew it wouldn't take long, and didn't bother wasting his words on deaf receptors. Pacific moved his foot lightly away from where the other bot had spit. His optic's shifted colors slightly, but remained ever blue in the end. He had an inkling of an idea that maybe this bot would rather side with the con's, though he dismissed the thought for now. The war was over, he hoped. He watched as the old bot threatened more then talked to Speedtrap, and couldn't help but notice the menacing tentacles that seemed trapped within the older bot. He couldn't help but shudder lightly at that, how unpleasant. He then recalled that he had a human within him as well, and looked down at his chest, wondering vaguely if there was going to be oxygen where they were going.

(if RandomZBrush doesn't come back, I may make a character to fill in for the human within Pacific~ If only for continuity)

Lector grunted a bit at the instructions, doing as she was told and attaching the cables to Concussion as best she could at the strange angle they were both at just as the countdown reached zero. She made sure to get as much of the melted parts off of the mask itself before she moved to reattach the mask to his face to ensure that he would be able to breath before relaxing. She paid no mind to the positioning, and rather was a bit distracted by where they were going rather then anything else. Space, not a place she was particularly fond of, mostly in part for the lack of room to really drive as fast as one could. Though she couldn't help but glance back to make sure Concussion would be alright through the journey, and to make sure that she had attached the cables in a secure manner.

Twinstrike frowned at the poor attempt to stop her, quickly she shattered the ice with her sword, and leaped after him. She was lucky in that Flux was well versed in using ice, and thusly gave her the ability to skate easily right after the con "You will not escape so easily!" She cursed at him, quickly closing the distance between herself and him, skating in almost a dancing way, much more graceful then the pitiful act he was putting on. She quickly caught up and slammed him into the nearest room. By luck, it happened to be the one he had been searching for, the energon reserves. She moved over to him "You may think yourself slick, though you will find that you're lies are of no use on us." She growled "I'm well aware you have gotten rid of my drones. Now I will get rid of you." She had no tolerance for liars, and those who would get between herself and her goal. She then took a deep breath, Vortex stopping Flux from offlining the offending bot. 'Calm Flux, perhaps we can bring him in place of the drones to Shockwave. I'm sure he may be of use' to which Flux growled a bit in response, always hot tempered. 'He doesn't deserve to be experimented on by our creator!' she snapped back, though conceded that Vortex was right. All this going on in her head, she glowered down at Whiteout.

Nightshade took note of the small wince, and the reluctance in Shatter's voice, but nodded "It may do good to keep an optic on the spy. You are to depart immediately to his side." She said in a final note, leaving no room for arguing, or for any more talking. She turned away then in a dismissive sort of manner. She went to observing the camera's, including the one for the room she was in, watching Shatter, even without looking at the femme. She knew better then to leave herself fully defenseless. She trusted that the femme wouldn't lash out at her, but made sure to stay on her guard all the same.

Bullet, getting antsy, staying so close to the ship, transformed, he knew it wouldn't do him any good to stay so close, and headed out back to where he had first encountered Whiteout, and continued on from there. If he was to go on what Whiteout had said, he had plans for that human from before. If Bullet could find the human, he knew that Whiteout would eventually come to him. It wasn't necessarily hard to find where the human was, as he soon located the tow truck she had used at a small shop outside of the human town. He pulled into the garage and listened, it seemed the human wasn't awake. He wondered briefly if he should interrupt her power down cycle, and for now, decided against the action. He would save that sort of behavior for when Shatter was around. He chuckled silently to himself at that, and simply turned his engine off and waited.

[O.G.]

Whiteout, far beyond any capability of humility at his graceless display, only cursed to himself when it appeared this combiner was adept on the ice. though, he had to admit, it was quite intriguing. He couldn't count on a single servo how many bots had actually been able to challenge him on his ice. As she caught up to his useless self, he couldn't help but wish he was at full functioning capacity. He wanted to show her what true skill on the ice was, and, if she proved competent enough, he could have a good challenge while he was at it.

Instead, however, he was helpless to do anything but be slammed by the femme through a closed doorway, smashing through it with her and tumbling backwards. He let out a yell as they toppled, but, to keep himself in the game, he kicked her away by her chassis as he rolled, back soon slamming against a high wall that rattled with the impact. As he recovered from the fall, a stray few shambles rained down around I'm, one hitting his square over the head. "Oof!" He looked down and his optics widened as he caught what fell. A wicked smirk soon spread across his face. Energon. Bullseye.

"Aw, shucks! If I'd known you were just trying to help me out, I wouldn't have been so mean!" The femme didn't respond. In fact, she stood stock still, optics burning into his yet seemingly lost in her own mind. Whiteout quirked an optic ridge, staring at her for a moment. He was skeptical, but at last he decided he would attempt to take advantage of this bizarre turn of events.

Inconspicuously, he used his digits to pry a thin disk from his palm, which he hid behind his back. With cyber-link activation, it unfolded into a palm sized cube, ready for activation: a void capsule, like a manageable black hole in the palm of his servo that could distort something the size of a planet to something the size of a quark. Of course, he wasn't much for the shrinking of worlds. He was much more interested in procuring himself a necessary supply of energon in a conveniently sized package. Integrating his command system with the capsule's technology, it essentially became an extension of himself, programed with his specific intent.

"Now, I know the femmes love a good look at me, but this hunk of fine mech metal's exhibit is closed now. You can find me wherever there's trouble." He winked, and with no further ado he tried his luck, swinging out his free palm and blasting her optics with a spray of blinding ice as his other hand activated the void capsule, which opened up with nightmarishly black fingers curling out in a violent, suctioning torrent aimed at the rich stacks of energon cubes around. As the cubes were siphoned and morphed into invisible specks in a brilliant display of bursting blue light, Whiteout swung his legs out and knocked the combiner off of her pedes before rolling up to his own. He came to a stumbling stand and raced for the door, stopping once at the store room's threshold to deactivate the capsule, which instantly folded back into a paper-thin disk within his palm. "See you around." With a roguish grin he transformed and bolted down the corridor, as a whisper.

Shatter's spark withered in her chassis when Nightshade persisted in her torturous agenda. She should have kept her mouth shut, something she sometimes struggled to remember. Now, she was paying for it, though if it would gain her Nightshade's trust and reverence, perhaps the agony would be worth her while, especially if Bullet joined the all spark by the end of it all.

"At your command, Your Eminence," she complied graciously through almost-gritted dental plates. She then turned and strode out of the command room, exiting the ship at its flight deck and transforming there, where she burst into the sky. She had no need for any energy signal tracking to find Bullet. All she need do is follow the increase of her annoyance levels and she would surely find him at their pinnacle. Honestly, she didn't know how she was going to cope with this. She had spent deca cycles with him aboard a ship praying to Primus that she would see her sanity throughout the ordeal. Now it was likely that she was going to suffer him even longer, glued to his side like the completing half of a combiner.

She soon found Bullet parked outside what appeared to be a rudimentary human dwelling. No doubt he was looking for new alien lifeforms to torment. She mentally rolled her optics, bracing herself for what was surely to come as she accessed his commlink. "Nightshade sent me to be your babysitter. Primus knows you need one," she bemoaned. "To begin with, I don't believe you'll be finding any Autobots in there," she derided.

Speedtrap, despite the raw malice in the old bot's words, seemed to be entirely blind and deaf to the mech. He was infinitely more concerned with his ship and the fact that things were working that had not been working in hundreds of years, like the strange accent language coming from its loud speakers. In fact, it hadn't ever done that, leading him to wonder, What the frag have these idiots done to my ship?!

"Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! This is not your ship you maniac!" Clearly, "no room for argument" was not a concept which Speedtrap understood. "In case you haven't noticed, you're falling apart at your fragging hinges! You couldn't stack one data pad on top of the other, let alone build this1 No. No! And as soon as I'm free you'll all be--WAAAAHHH!" With a mighty shriek he was sucked against the wall as the ship launched unexpectedly (he hadn't heard the countdown over his own shouting) into the air with a violent burst. "Frag, frag, frag!" And he just kept screaming profanities until they arrived at whatever the Pit these lunatics wanted his ship to be.

[Senrage]

-the sudden influx oxipolytetratharigon (made up energon molecule fused with other elements) pours from the mask the circuit lines across my chassis erupting back into strength the flickering stopping into a stead light blue glow- with an audible hissing as it's reattached to my frame the blast playing cracking and crumbling revealing old Cybertron tech underneath. Very rare. Old cybertronian tech the lines glowing almost ominously as the ship begins to rip itself free from the atmosphere. -...ha..hah...-breath flows from the mask as exhalations turning into a crystaline dust as it begins to hit the chill of space-...-lifting my damaged hydro and servo joints I reach over despite the creaking and groaning as well as the snapping of organic material my damaged hand landing weakly upon lectors wrist gripping lightly in a small gesture of thanks as my breath floats around the gravity bubble as a crystal mist that sparkles and swirls creating facinating patterns of different colors almost like nebulas, or the starry sky's of different worlds-

((will finish posting tonight))

-i place my face unto my hand with the usual groan and creaking of ancient metal as the annoying creature refuses to be quiet, particularly right after the thrusters ignited-....do be quiet. if you love you shipthat much you can have one from the scrap parts that were added to my ships frame!
-i sigh exasperated firing a small black sphere from a port at an angle to counter the gravity feilds and the like as the ship screams upwards. the ball makes an arch before splatting, yes splatting all over speedtraps face and flooding into his speech processors and articulators which abruptly shut off leaving all speech temporarily useless, i snort annoyed but satisfied that hes finally quiet right before the ship grows red hot fromt he atmos resistance.- good.... so far... integrity.. fair. yo munchkin you get the main doors fixed by now? -i say to overdrive- as she tries to right herself due to the turbulence even with her mag peds its still giving her a good shake without a gravity well-

the......door.....?-i say confused as i manage to prop against the wall suddenly confused by corrodes query-....OH! the DOORS! yes i did repair them but they haven't been used since... well last time...-the last bit trails off as i say it to corrode suddenly seeming like a scared field mouse-....errm.. well you se...-a particularly large shake interupts overdrive as she speaks- gah!


......-i give overdrive a glace of minor amusement and one of slight curiosity- right... now then... cathedral open main doors and disengage dimensional cloak. on sectors 5, 6, 3 and 10. were on approach....


confirmed, designation architect recognized. sector decloak initiated.. main docking bay doors. online. -i say through the ships speakers in response to corrode moments before the ship broke free of the atmosphere and begins flying at what seems to be directly toward darkspace- cloak deactivating in. 3.....2......1....-suddenly where only void existed a solid wall of steel and metal appears as if fading into existance, it is massive, as it rapidly appears completely blotting out the void seen only moments before yet the edges still fade off into nothing. hinting the size, is in fact, much larger- cloak disingaged......doors opening. -the massive doors slowly begin to move side to side revealing a ancient hanger and dozens if not hundreds of damaged or
mostly destroyed ships ranging from fighters to cruisers... all of them old tech or at minimum bearing some old tech.- hanger bays open. section 334.2.211.2 available for docking and repairs. -as the salvaged ship drifts into the hanger on thruster power 2 massive and giant cranes come to life, massive armatures meant for grabbing and relocating ships throughout the hanger begining to move centuries of dust and other collected bits flying off and floating into the void as a massive cloud. a screeching creak can be heard as the aperatures begin to lift and direct their way toward the ruined ship

-i squirm and writhe in the darkness of my shell the constant humm of thousands of insects swarm around my bones hardening in my shell my carapace tinged with green veined lines that pulsate ever so slightly the carapace formed fully still soft with embryonic fluids as my eyes slowly open a dark green glow in the darkness of my cocoon....-......-for a moment i glance around the cocoon interior a dull orange to my eyes as they adjust to the darkness.-.....i sense......prey...-i think to myself my gaze bolting upwards to a radiating blue glow, radiation, that my eyes detect through the earth- above...-my mandibles chitter my talons and claws click suddenly striking out with them i smash into the cocoon side the resounding shockwave feels like a small tremor from below in the earth slightly shaking the glassware and tools in the house and small rocks shaking on the surface under the unwitting pair of bots feet-.... my feast... begins.... i radiate not with words or sound but with mind, this outward pulse of rudimentary but powerful conscious thought may cause effects or cause me to appear in form withing their mind to those with biological systems or sensitivity. particularly, while sleeping, but will unlikely seem as anything except static to those more mechanically inclined-

- after a moment of rest i strike the cocoon again, harder, a fissure erupting down its outer shell hissing with acid as it pours down the in many small rivers straight to the base and floor before melting into the floor, its acrid stench, flowing upwards through to the junkyard as a grey green mist flushing the air with the smell of rot and decay while simultaneously beginning to eat away at the stores of metal decaying them, or perhaps. preparing them for easy assimilation-