Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2017 23:19:29 GMT -5
(Time to bring in an oldie but goodie char)
Name: ML Age: Unknown Race: Cybertronian(?) Alliance: Autobot
(Will post pic when not on mobile)
ML is a silent bot about 5' ft high. He has no alt but makes up for this with his Copy ability, allowing him to mimic anything he sees. He is strong and fast enough to keep up with most Cybertronians. However, if he overtaxes his power gem, he will pass out until it recharges. He cannot speak normally, and uses a modified version of Morse Code to communicate.
In general, ML is a perky little bot with a strong sense of justice. He values his friends highly, and tries to make sure none of them die, even if it means sacrificing himself.
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Post by Tals on Jun 30, 2017 23:24:05 GMT -5
Crosshairs had offered a soft, dont apologize lass, as she exited his alt. His body rose, transforming and readying to help fight the silver femme that had attacked Bee. So, when he readied to go and fight, he came to a pause and blinked at the train that instead caused one building to collapse. His smirk returned to his faceplates, already knowing deep down inside his spark that it was an old friend.
"Hilt," the mech drew out, arms out and servos up as he stood beside his human. "Long time no see. Nice to see youre still up and runnin," he mused before his helm inclined towards Bee. Cade and Caireann had emerged a little while later, the man immediately running to Bee when he saw how his faceplate had been marred. Soon, Crosshairs found himself crouching down, and looking at Lorra. He offered a digit, seeming to use it as a gentle (as possible) prod towards her abdomen and the very tip of the metal gently grazing over her sweater before he chuckled.
"You should talk to Cade about any weapons from Cybertronian warefare. He's got the good stuff," he winked then, blue optics rising, and looking back towards Hilt.
(This post is so lame im sorry)
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jun 30, 2017 23:30:44 GMT -5
"Great, where am i now?" ML thought as he looked around. He was starting to lose track of what kept happening. He noticed Bee in the distance, facing off against some... thing. "Welp, guess some things never change" he thought as he booked it towards Bee, just in time to see Hilt grand slam the thing into the next county.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jun 30, 2017 23:37:17 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β Her face turned upward as she was rejoined, opening her arms to the metal digit pressing against her gut and wrapping loosely around it- torn it seemed between hugging it and resting her weight on it. "I have some things I can show him." She answered, pursing her lips. She'd picked up stray pieces here and there that could have fallen off in numerous different fights, and few of which she knew the intents and purposes of. Maybe it would help to find out if she carrying around treasure or trash? "If you flicked me, would I die?" She asked with a sort of light hearted humor, allowing an impish little smile to play at her features before she gathered her courage to dare step forward. A glimpse of concern crossed her face at the sight of Bee's faceplate, her inner urges prompting her to help, but her mind reminding that her EMT training had only been for humans. Drawing away from her momentary worries for the yellow mech, she refocused her attention in the green one beside her, dragging one hand across his fingertip before letting it go, hands falling loosely to her sides and awaiting some signal or another that it was safe to move. She'd decided to put her faith and trust in Crosshairs- anyone else could beat it, his word was now her law of surviving in this weird alien warfare ridden world. Not the best decision, she'd come to learn, but one she made and chose to stick with nonetheless anyway.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jun 30, 2017 23:55:02 GMT -5
The Pere Marquette broke apart to change shape, Hilt straightening up. The steampunk femme exhaled deeply, green optics studying the mess she made before turning away with an uninterested look. Her attention was brought to Crosshairs, listening to him speak. "Good to see you all too," she answered after a moment "I was quite surprised to see so many Cybertronians in one area. Otherwise, you would've been left to deal with... whoever that is, yourselves." And briefly glanced down at Bee and Cade, studying them for a moment before turning her face back toward the building she destroyed, watching the silver femme dig herself out. Just as she straightened up, she tilted her helm down slightly to see Hilt standing right in front of her. Neither femme just attacked because they suspected the other had some trick up their sleeve ready. They both had the calm version of "I want to kill you so bad right now" looks, staring each other down until Hilt literally raised a servo and just punched the other femme, smacking her silver helm to the side and causing her to stumble. The bronze nomad snorted at the white glare given to her, yet the silver femme did nothing in physical response. They had some sort of silent conversation, then Hilt finally turned away and walked back toward the others, leaving the silver femme to examine damage received earlier and from the crash. "I have a feeling that one of you mooks started all of this," she spoke, glancing among the two mechs and multiple humans. Her helm turned when Bee, still letting Cade examine him, told her what happened. So it was Crosshairs' fault, but the silver femme overreacted? Hilt snorted, systems shuddering as she glanced back at the silver femme, who was now surprisingly calm as she tended to herself, even though she was open to the other Cybertronians just ganging up on her. Perhaps she was taking the hint from Hilt to calm down. And honestly, the strange femme didn't have any grudge and didn't have any intent to kill anyone. Like some, she liked to deal with things be pushing her weight around.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 1, 2017 16:11:00 GMT -5
(WIP)
Ursa Minor || Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobots || Minor is a femme with a 17' ft height. With a lean, more so slender, her plating is mostly a royal blue, and fashioned to look vaguely like some sort of armor, perhaps of something more medieval. Also, usually only seen when defending herself, is a long, curved piece of armor that extends over, wrapping and nearly encasing, and past each servo. Each one is silver, sharp and fashioned in vague likeness of a large fang. These have the option of retreating back and forming thicker armor along each arm. Around her helm is armor that looks a little like a hood, which also has a mask that'll close over most of her faceplates except her eyes. Forming what could almost pass as robes, Ursa has loose armor around her to protect her thin frame, the armor being rather sturdy. From her vehicle alt, which is a mostly royal blue Bell 407, her propellers bunch and hang loosely together on her back. Her optics are a bright blue. And, her Autobot symbol is located on her shoulder armor, a silver color among the royal blue. || Ursa Minor tends to come off as oblivious sometimes, but tends to produce results when you set her on course. It just takes a while for her to process things before she starts moving. That doesn't mean she's unintelligent on all levels though. She's quite useful when it comes to spywork, and even more so when it comes to repairs. Her appearance makes her seem ideal for combat, which she isn't bad at, but Minor is looked to for scoping the area, or repairing the bots that actually go in and do the dirty work. However, she can defend herself if needed though. Despite her kind, borderline clueless nature, she's the type that'll literally stab you in the back the moment you turn it, should you be a threat to her or her friends. Medic, Scout || Minor was created along with Major to function as a duo that could fight apart or together, in sense that they could literally join and form a bigger frame. They almost found themselves apart of the Deceptions, but passed up the opportunity. It seemed the pair preferred fighting on no-one's side. This went on for many, many decades until Minor decided that just killing things wasn't the most ideal. So, with much protest from her larger counterpart, she left to be on her own. Wandered around, practicing her skill as a medic on those who needed it until she came across the Autobots, who took her in. || Smokey Feather || Can join with Ursa Major to form Ursa Adept. Ursa Major || Unknown || Cybertronian || No alliance ||
Major is a mech with a 31' ft height and a mean looking frame. Like a boulder with arms and legs, and a tall boulder at that. His coloring consists of mainly dark gray, due to his alt, which is a AH-64 Apache. The propellers, like his sister Ursa Minor, just hang loosely on his back. His armor is also similar to his sister's, the only difference being the spikes on his shoulders and arms. And also, he has loops of bullet cases in an "X" hugging his torso, and another snaking around his waist like multiple belts. These are linked to guns that sprout from his shoulders and lower back. Major also has two blades for each arm, but his actually start on the backs of his servos, Minor's starting at her elbow. These blades are flat, and have a second tip like a shark fin that curves back. This second tip is used to dig into and shred armor or disarm another of unattached weapons. He doesn't have a noticeable human look, like most Cybertronian alts do. Aside from the upright, bipedal frame, that's just about it. Just mess of jagged protrusions, the most noticeable ones being where his nose would be located, one on each curve of the of the mandible, and one on each temple. Each horn curves a little out and upward, then right back, slightly, toward his helm. He doesn't have the usual round optics, instead having two slits on each side of his face that glow a bright blue, and don't "blink." And, he lacks a mouth. It's just smooth plating where it should be, but Major is able to speak. You just don't see him actually do it, if that makes sense. || Ursa Major is the one you don't want to come across while lacking proper defense. He will step on your neck just for fun if he's able. Unlike his sister, he is the more intelligent sibling, but he lacks the kindness Minor has. Now, he's no Decepticon, even though he has the makings to be one, but he is pretty violent. So violent that he has multiple hideouts where he keeps trophies of everything he's ever killed, having little to nothing else to do anymore. However, he does have a sense of reason with his sister, and the very, very, very small handful of those who can call him a friend. He's like a mentally troubled attack dog. Unpredictable and violent, but good to have on your side.
Heavy Artillery || Created with his sister Ursa Minor, even though they look a little different. The pair had actually been fun to be around until they started putting their combat skills to use. However, Major ended up scaring Minor off. Alone, he was left to become bitter and angry, to everyone but her actually. Without Minor to keep him in check, he'd been left to start his gruesome collection of trophies. Well hidden hideouts, mostly abandoned buildings or caves at this point. Nothing special besides the sickening contents, some locations left abandoned by him and left for other Cybertronians to see and be spooked. Major just hasn't had the time to manage them all, given recent events of everyone turning on each other. || Smokey Feather || Can join with Ursa Minor to form Ursa Adept
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Post by Tals on Jul 1, 2017 17:35:00 GMT -5
Of course Crosshairs had chuckled in her direction, having mumbled something that if he nudged her he could probably cause a concussion. Though, he was the mech that didn't necessarily find humans all too fascinating until he met Lorra. So, his blue optics lit up before his being rose up and took to a defensive position against any oncoming fights from the femme that decided to reasurect.
Crosshairs had vented out huffs at Bee and raised a digit as he said, "Say the 'bot that always got into mischief with the humans." His massive body carefully plopped down onto his bum, making sure to gently move Lorra and situate her over towards Cade. "Aye go get em tiger," he told her with a little chuckle.
Cade had spun around at the remark, having puffed out towards Bee saying that he should be more careful. His eyes turned as he moved to address Lorra his figure moving over and coming to a stop in front of her. "So it seems Crosshairs picked yea up huh?" He remarked, arching a brow curiously and giving a small smile.
(Ill make myself a con to accompany blackout and an oc autobot to accompany the other autobots)
I also apologize for this being so short. Im in the country so i have signal on and off))
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 1, 2017 17:52:03 GMT -5
Lorrain Solomon.
"Kidnapped-" She correct Cade rather quickly, turning a little frown toward Crosshairs. But the expression melted off, she flashing Cade another odd glance. "...Kinda." She turned, approaching where Crosshairs sat and reaching a hand up to hook into the metal pieces of his leg. She swung herself up and sat there, pulling her knees up and looking back down at Cade. She felt better up here- she was nearby the one thing she felt wouldn't wreck her, and with some distance between her and Cade she felt better about her chances of not flat out punching him just because of all the pent up tension. "When can I go home?" She stared inquiringly at him, curious as to what he would answer. It wasn't that she wanted to up and leave, this was the most excitement she had in a while, but she had some things she wasn't particularly comfortable with abandoning. "Just... please. I'll come back." Kidnapped or not, she'd come back now that she had a taste of what it was to actually be living. But she wanted the pictures she had of her son, and she'd love to grab a different shirt.
Blackout.
At first he'd have thought it was a compliment. He'd been under orders, sure, but he started a war that devastated a planet. He was a First Strike Soldier, that's what he did. He made the first move that introduced his kind to the humans of this day and age and after his strike they were revealed to a world of tiny fleshie things that thought lead would be enough to scratch his paint. What was he doing now? The same thing he'd been doing. Taking orders, killing things. It's all he ever did. Accepting that his life was worth little more than the amount of ammunition in the barrel of his gun was depressing, but one he recognized nonetheless. He'd literally signed on for this kind of thing- who was he to back out or defect? The world was theirs, they'd have a new home. This was something worth fighting for, wasn't it? these thoughts were what kept him in line even as he pulled the trigger on the innocent. He still heard them shrieking as each sonic blast wiped them from the face of the earth, blew their weapons up in flames, and destroyed every obstacle in it's path. He stood alone now, imagining the last time he'd been present here. At first the Golden Gate Bridge had stretched in front of him, but now it was just murky polluted waters and bent rusty posts that held up dangling wires and trace remains of the broken road- he'd been there when it was first knocked down, and now he imagined what it would be like if it were still crossable.
The chopper lifted lethargically into the air, rotor blades cutting throw the air with a resonating whomp that eventually blended into a constant humming of disturbed air and groaning engines. He felt it... the fight bleeding out of him like an open wound weeping blood. The longer and harder they fought, the more he saw his own side giving way. The autobots had always held the lesser numbers, but now that the sides were evening out? It was pathetic and saddening to think that their kind had been reduced to this. If only the autobots had understood the need to save their fallen planet. Then maybe this wouldn't have happened. The humans would've still been extinguished, but maybe there'd be more of them to continue living for their fallen rather than the few of them who would spend the rest of their days turning to rust.
A cloud. Not just any cloud, but an orange one- a smoke grenade. The sudden appearance of it was questionable and after another twenty minutes of flight he found the first burst had dissipated, and another was set quite a ways out- this one green. Again, he trailed it. If anything out of mere curiosity and the ridiculous surplus of spare time on his hands. The same happened- the last cloud was violent, and this time he found the cloud remained thick and blinding as he landed down the street. Claw-like digits scraped along the cement building side, ruby red gaze fixated on the blotted out view opposite him.
Matthew Trent.
If they actually pulled this off, maybe they'd have a fighting chance. It was an optimistic thought, but one that fueled him throughout the planning and execution of this horrible, horrible plan. Fact of the matter is, he'd been roaming around and come upon this group of Autobot-sympathizing fanatics. The group was absolutely tiny, a collection of ragtag people whom had found each other through traveling. They'd gathered as much military grade equipment as possible, made a plan, and now he was pretty sure they were all going to die. Why he thought this? Because the plan was to catch an alien. He'd straight up laughed at the idea, but the fact that the smoke grenades had even drawn one in was shutting him up.
Had he known about the collection of Autobots and their collection of human friends, he'd have run for the hills and forgot all about what he was doing now.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 1, 2017 18:27:14 GMT -5
(Short reply cause I'm in a rush to get somewhere rn :'3)
Bumblebee ignored Crosshairs, sitting up and checking himself over as Hilt settled down by him. Listening to the others talk, he mostly kept to himself, and kept an optic out for anything else that felt like giving them further trouble. He did turn his attention to Lorra when she held her tongue after saying "kidnapped." It was true though, the human femme having been plucked up by Crosshairs without much of a say in the matter. Then, his helm tilted when mentioned her home, wanting to drop by or something. If her request was granted, it was most likely she wouldn't be doing so alone. He wondered what she was doing here if she had a home. Perhaps she was one of those humans now that just set out to travel or find answers or whatever. Bee whistled softly, looking away and at Hilt. The steampunk femme was examining one of her whips while most likely listening in on the words being exchanged around her.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 2, 2017 19:55:46 GMT -5
Spire/Dusk:
"Please tell me you had nothing to do with any of this" said Spire as he approached Dusk, gesturing at the fight between the Autobots and the unalinged femme. "Nope, never got the chance. They wanted each other dead before i even got out my stabbys. Which is a shame, caus i'm really in the mood to stab that one" she replied, pointing a thumb at the silver femme. "But, i dont really think anymore are dying today" she said, in an almost dissapointed tone.
ML:
"So, a handful of humans, a bunch of Autobots, and... THAT. Not the best scenario for an introduction, but i guess i have no choice" thought ML as he approached the cluster of Cybertronians. "Hi, I'm ML, an Autobot like you guys. Uh, so, what brings you guys around here? Theres like, barely anything here" he said, looking up at the hulking machines standing over him. "Wow, no wonder humans flip out when they talk to this race" he thought.
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Post by Tals on Jul 3, 2017 14:15:05 GMT -5
Guess who's back? Back again??
Kinda
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The long dull moment filled the air as Cade listened, his head lifting and looking at the very... awe looking Crosshairs. His optics held a soft color- seemingly uncharactistic- and noticed his faceplates relaxed before he recognized that someone was watching him. Looking back at Cade, the large mech puffed out his chasis and seemed to look on in pride.
"I dont see the harm," Cade had confirmed to Lorra then, giving a nod to Bee's whistles in agreement. "It looks like you and Crosshairs are pretty close already. If you want, I can let him be your guardian for the mean tome? Though its not entirely my decision. Its the big guy's."
Crosshairs' audio receivers pricked as he looked at Bee and Hilt, raising a servo and giving the yellow mech and steampunk cybertronian a small wave. "I dont mind at all Cade. Im ready whenever the lass is ready." His servo slowly extended to offer as a platform for Lorra. He wasnt going to just transform whenever she was just plopped up on his armor. It was a delicate process that he knew would easily crush her frame should he forget
Meanwhile Caireann had traveled from around Bee and looked at the human sized ML, her eyes wide. Lips pursed, her hands slid into her pants pocket and she eyed the mech for a curious moment. "ML?" She echoed softly, hearing something from Cade on saying that he didnt meet an ML before.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 3, 2017 14:49:01 GMT -5
Bumblebee let out a soft warble at Cade giving the okay on helping Lorra home. The group didn't actually have anything to do at the moment anyway, so why not. He didn't get to dwell on the topic for long, his attention being drawn to ML. Whistling curiously, he nudged Hilt, who turned her green optics from her weapon to the newcomer, silent for a moment as he spoke. She noticed how easily the small mech approached them, but didn't think anything suspicious of it, given every other Cybertronian there could just kick him aside. Turning her attention back to her weapon due to lack of interest, she just left the others to talk to ML. Bee did keep his attention on the smaller mech, slight curiosity present on his faceplates. His optics were only drawn away for a moment when the silver femme from before took her opportunity to leave, his helm tilted as she stood up. She noticed him, and only smiled slightly in return before transforming, the B2 Spirit exhaling deeply as it took flight. Perhaps they'd meet again, hopefully on less stressful terms, and no misunderstandings. Chirping softly, he turned back to the group, waiting for them to confirm that they ready to leave the area as well, if they were even going to be accompanying Lorra and Crosshairs at all. Since it wasn't a permanent relocation, perhaps the pair could just go off on their own.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 3, 2017 18:27:39 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β "I just need a few things," Lorra explained, offering a little smile as the man relented. Her head tipped to one side, curious as to the terminology. Guardian? She didn't question it, only turning her face to the massive upturned hand before her and extended her own, pushing herself to a stand. She had to jump the small gap, dropping forward on her hands and knees so as not to topple off. Tugging her legs under her, she sat back on her heels and turned, peering up at the silver painted face topped by the red and blue goggles. "I'm ready." She felt like that time she'd found the kitten on the side of the road, always mewling and trying to get comfortable, yet this time she was the kitten. "Don't give me another heart attack." she added in a pleading, mildly humorous tone. She looked down again, brushing her hair back behind her ears and bangs tickling at her temples where they fell free. "Do you... need anything?" She had a ton of stuff, she'd been boarded up there for quite some time after all, and figured she'd make the offer. Food, water, clothes, tools, her EMT kit from her last job- actually she was definitely grabbing that last item. She was pretty banged up after one day, she couldn't imagine how the others must be feeling.
Keeping a hand wrapped around as much of his thumb as she could, Lorra worked her legs out from under her and dangled them off the servo keeping her aloft, looking bright eyes and bushy-tailed now as she swung her feet and even allowed a little smile to remain fixed on her lips. Wow she felt special. She was sitting in the hand of an Autobot and she was going to roam around with them. She'd have to do herself one better than fighting things with her bare hands; maybe learn to shoot a gun or something. Her eyebrows rose curiously at the conversation taking place, looking confused frankly once she noticed everyone moving. "Oh- is everyone coming?"
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 11:39:37 GMT -5
Ill try to reply soon- but heres a couple bots for later ahh Wolf || Age unknown || Cybertronian || Decepticon Wolf is unusually small for a Decepticon. She stands at 19' tall, with a massive black underframe for her cybertronian build. Overtop of the intricate framing and wires are slim plating, with a smokey grey color and accented with a navy blue hue that could be disputed if it was a navy or prussian blue. Attached to her bicep plating was several sheets of metal that look like feathers, with a band that raises up and is decorated with ancient Cybertronian letters. Attached to her back at the shoulder blades are long thin and expanding wings that outstretch and act according to her mood. Two smaller fins protrude at the small of her back, and tied at the slim abdomen plating is slim sheet metal that appears to be knotted and locked in place at one hip frame, with long tassels that hang down and sway with her body movements. Her arms and legs are extremely slim, and wrapping around the insides of her thigh plating are tribal tattoos that used to represent something back on Cybertron. Wolf's digits are extremely long and thin, with a sharpened point that shes found pleasure in trying to tickle the fleshies. As an alt, she resides in her Cybertronian jet, seeing as she never liked the alternative jets on planet earth- they never fit her frame nicely. Seeing as that said, when shes in her jet form, she's small and compact, with a small build and two long wings with two small fins towards the back. || Wolf is a slight sociopath. Shes not crazy- but she does know that she has no remorse or feelings towards those she fights and has as her victims. She does share a similar companionship with her fellow 'cons, and lessso with those of her brother's fellow bot side. Wolf is rather blunt as well, and will actually take to blow it up first- and if it lives, question it. This is great because of her sadistic attitude with using a tomahawk and removing the autobot fraction from the bots should they fall to her in battle. || Light Artillery/Distracter || Wolf was created by the Allspark with a twin known as Fox. The two were practically inseparable until the time of war arose. Both were just barely old enough to join, and the closest sign up was the autobots. Because of this, they jumped in ahead with the autobots without really thinking through about their frame build, and assets. Over the course of time, Wolf and Fox went up the ranks of the Autobots and Fox diverged on a path for Special Ops. Meanwhile, Wolf worked with the Femmes- Elita 4, Chromia, and Windblade. Her personality was brought out more then, finding herself in a situation where she had held her tomahawk in her servo and stared up in awe at a decepticon mech. At first, it was innocent and her curiosity brought the best of her to this mech, until eventually he convinced her to join the Con cause. The excuse was because she acted just like them, and it was born then that she enjoyed living by no rules of life should be protected. Over the course of time, she ultimately fell in love with the mech and he did the same before one fateful battle took him away from her. The death of her lover was caused by Fox, and from that moment on she vowed to kill and deplate the autobot symbol on every autobot she shot down in action. It was simple- starting with scouts before she managed to remove her brother's team and leave him alone as his symbol for a prize. The current symbol total is currently 25- and she has them as a charm dangling in the tassels that hang from her hip plating. || Tals Fox || Age Unknown || Cybertronian || Autobot || Fox is one of the more 'average' sized Autobots, standing at 19'. His basic build of a cybertronian frame is a pristine white color, decorated with wires and intricate life veins from that of the Cybertronian build. Overtop of the slim frame is a sort of reddish orange hue, like that of a fox, and decorated with intricate accents of brown and black. The reason why his name is such, is because his true cybertronian name is roughly translated to that of what the humans call a fox. His body- like his sister wolf- has two broad wings protruding from his back and two small fins from the small of his back. Those turn from a warm orange, fade into an earthy brown, and the tips a black. This follows for his arms to servos, and thighs to heeled pedes. Upon his chasis on the left pectoral area is a small autobot symbol, and from the starting middle of his abdomen and pelvis plating is a dark patch of earthy brown and black hues that reach up and cover his belly before accenting up over his chasis and down his shoulders. In the same situation as that of his sibling, he flys across the sky in his cybertronian jet form, blending in mostly at the first deep orangey hues of the setting sun. || Fox is rather quiet, but dont let that fool you. The mech actually is rather foxy when it comes to playing tricks and pranks on people. Though quiet and not so approachable at first, the mech actually is gentle and caring. When finally broken the ice with, hes actually quite down to earth and one with little to say. He keeps an eye on his surroundings more than anything, and blends easily in the shadows. || Special OPs || Just like written before, Fox was created with his twin by the Allspark. Later on in life, he joined the Autobots with his sister, and moved up in the ranks with her before diverging off into the special ops. They were the people like Jazz- and although he wasn't small, he easily could slip by into enemy lines because of his jet alt. They did things like destroy from within, and did a very good job at it. One mission however, he ran into his sister and her lover and was forced to put down her lover. In that moment he knew a war would rage between them, and neither could ever escape. She had killed his teammates, and she made it very clear to him that he would be the last to go as a prize. The two actually were only recently called to earth- before the age of extinction- and have fought it out more than enough times. Though, each battle drew to a draw every single time. || Tals
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 12:08:06 GMT -5
Crosshairs let a soft purr emit from his frame, his body eventually folding in on itself while his thumb digit gently brushed against her cheek. Sitting in front of Cade was the alt then, engine purring as the vehicle somewhat started and the window rolled down to reveal Lorra inside. Peering in, Cade looked over the empty driver's seat and then at the woman. It appeared Crosshairs was still chuckling over her earlier comments.
"We'll remain here until you both come back. Its safer that way- and our scout hadn't come back from the inside," Cade informed, giving the mech's door a little pat. "Dont get into trouble Crosshairs. I know you like to fight but let your ego deflate a little. We're stronger in numbers- especially against any Cons," he instructed.
The steering wheel twisted slightly, the light of the middle glowing as his voice came through the speakers. "I prefer the sharpshooter perch anyways Cade," he told him before his alt slowly inched forward.
"I dont want her dead Crosshairs! Take care of her!" Cade shouted at his alt when the black and green alt shot down the way they had originally came. That being said, Crosshairs' body drifted out, turned and shot down the long winding streets and towards safety of Lorra's former home.
Not long after Crosshairs bolted off, the large jet of a mech came twirling in and transformed, body massively landing on pedes and body standing upright. Bright blue optics blinked, and the foxy smirk resided on his faceplates. "Nice to see you again Bee," he mused, nudging the yellow mech and making sure to step around ML and Caireann before giving an small bow of greeting towards Hilt. "Cade," the mech exclaimed, earning a soft squeak (or manly squeak) and watched as the man looked up at him. "Theres a group of people up in the city. They attracted Blackout."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 4, 2017 12:17:13 GMT -5
(Just finished Ursa Minor's character sheet :'3)
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 12:23:56 GMT -5
Shes adorable Smokes <3)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 4, 2017 12:36:09 GMT -5
Bumblebee chirped softly as Fox came into view. "Good to see you- too- Fox." He watched the taller mech greet the others and speak to Cade. At first, he had put his attention back to keeping watch, but once again was his little task cut short. Blinking once, the scout turned back to Fox again, helm tilting at the mention of Blackout. How interesting. Wings twitching, he looked toward Hilt, who had finished examining her weapon to look up at Fox too, looking vaguely intrigued at the mention of the Decepticon. The femme also beat him to a response. "We should go take a look," she suggested off of the news "It'll be nice to kick some Decepticon aft." Recent events, such as ditching the Autobots to lay low, had left her schedule wiped clean and open to anything. Looking from Bee, to Fox, to Cade, she would only go on the decision of the majority. However, any Decepticon sighting was worth looking into, as every step those idiots took was never toward a good cause.
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 12:50:49 GMT -5
Fox crouched slightly. "The thing is- the humans were intentionally bringing Blackout to them. I cant say if thats who they were looking for.." he seemed to be leaning in agreement, helm tilted toward Cade.
The Texan glared at the almost pleading group then. "I told Crosshairs and his human that we'd wait..." he took in an inhale. "But if you guys want to go ahead, then go. Report back here when you guys finish, understood?" He ordered, earning a loud cheer from Fox. His servos raised and his helm tilted back, wings twitching excitedly
(This is so lame im so sorry smokes)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 4, 2017 13:02:32 GMT -5
(It's okay :'3 My replies have been shrinking too)
Hilt stared at Fox for a moment before moving to change shape, stretching out and grabbing at the ground. The large train seemed to growl, steam puffing up as she waited for Fox to lead the way. And, Bee whistling happily at the okay from Cade, moved from his spot too. Before transforming though, he said softly to the human "Be- careful." One never knew what was lurking and waiting around at that point, perhaps waiting for the Cybertronians to leave. After another soft arable, the scout then changed alts to settle beside Hilt as his favored Camero. "Let's get- going." His curiosity was kicking in at that point. Humans possibly attracting Blackout on purpose. It was a little offputting, but there was the possibility that it was a contact GONE wrong, bringing the wrong Cybertronian to them.
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 13:28:56 GMT -5
Okie <3 it'll get better i hope))
Fox ran forward, jumping up and body twirling in the air. The metal twisted and churned, clinking together and shrinking down into the combact version of his cybertronian jet alt. His blasters kicked in, heat blasting out and frame hovering while he waited for Bee to wait.
"You too Bee," Cade told the yellow mech, having raised a hand and gently patted his leg plate before watching him transform and head out. Fox was leading by air, his figure flying low to make sure that the two other autobots followed suite. Giving a low sigh through his nose and shook his head. They were like a bunch of teenagers and young adults
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 4, 2017 18:49:47 GMT -5
Blackout.
This was all a great big mess. He barely advanced a step toward the colored wall of smoke and the next thing he knew he was being sprayed with bullets and chords were being shot out at him like he were cattle at a rodeo. The petty efforts were highly unappreciated up until he heard the quiet beeping, ruby red optics drawn down to the little blinking light he could barely make out behind the dusty glass sheet of a window on the first story of an apartment building. The spear shot out like a sailor launching a harpoon into the back of a whale, It's razor end burying into the armor adorning his shoulder and yanking him forward. The shock of it was what toppled him, the blades on one hand beginning to spin and being swung back and forth. He kicked up pieces of rubble, flailing and lashing out at the tiny flesh sacks that ran around screaming at each other and him.
He gurgle, energon dribbling onto his the plates over his chest and the back of his shoulder. "Geti t! Get it! Stop wasting it!" A burly man in a far too heavy coat had run around, blasting at his face with a Shotgun that merely agitated the Decepticon so severely that he didn't even bother to blast him, only lashed out his servo and threw him several yards into the nearest building.
Mathew Trent.
Matt watched this all going down with petrified eyes from the sidelines, finding himself scared beyond all belief and far too intimidate to get out in the fray himself. The speared Con was surrounded by the humans that had brought him down, the lot of them dodging under limbs, avoiding blasts, and swarming him enough that he couldn't catch them up until he drew out his favorite gun. It whirred to life, high pitched whine emitting from it up until the blast that was released sent sparks flying from the telephone poles and rusty old cars flipping and glass windows shattering. One shot- it was absolutely quiet. He could only hear his own terrified panting, plus that of the low groan of the Decepticon that now cut the thick wire anchoring it down and stood up. Oily fluids seeped from the punched through armor, but aside from that the cursed thing seemed fine.
Lorraine Solomon.
She made finger guns. Oh dear God- she actually made finger guns. Why Lorra had thought it a good idea to make the awkward gesture at Cade as they pulled away was beyond her, but she did it anyway. Maybe it was because she didn't know what to say? She could've promptly told them that she could take care of herself, but as of late she was pretty sure that would be a fake response. Instead she only waited until they'd pulled out and gotten to higher speeds to lean a bit out the window, closing her eyes and lifting her chin like a happy dog. Her smile only widened as they neared her home, she all but leaping out of the slick green and black corvette. "I just need a minute." She bounced on her heels, drumming along the hood with her hands before she hurried inside. She shoved aside the long ago broken padlock and opened up the gate, entering old building and climbing up narrow flights of stairs.
Up in her room, she grabbed her EMT bag and proceeded to fill her smaller big with a change of clothes and a few photos of her son and former husband. She was kneeling, removing her favorite rifle- the only gun she knew how to shoot- from it's hiding place. It was then that she glanced up, catching movement reflected in a broken shard of glass leaned up against the wall. She spun, throwing out the butt of her rifle and catching the perpetrator in the face. Whoever it had been fell sideways, thrown through the window with the sounds of glass shattering. She ran over, hands over her mouth and eyes stretched wide. Did she kill him? She hoped not- beating somebody to a pulp she could do, but she didn't think she had it in her to kill anyone.
She ran back down the stairs, giving a nervous little squeak when the body laying atop the half crushed dumpster lid shifted and groaned. Bolting over to where Crosshairs waited, she gave a quick jerky nod. "Let's go."
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 20:01:26 GMT -5
Crosshairs waited for a long time, his engine purring and doing as asked. For the time he waited, his purring engine halted to listen to the sounds around him. His alt kicked back into life, hearing her small footsteps moving across the shifting concrete. His senses went on higher alert when he heard the orher human groan and move.
When she ordered him to move, his alt shifted into gear and his body rocketed forward. On purpose, the light from the middle of his steering wheel lit up, seat shifting and moving to proper proportions. A figure in the shape of a long human male took shape from mapping geometric shapes, and slowly the details filled in.
Slicked back black hair emerged, long and tips dangling behind his head with a shaved cut around his head. His eyes were the same bright blue hues as his cybertronian form, and his lips were pursed with a cigarette danglin out. Scars were over his cheeks, and stubble lined his chin. Flaring up along the strong of his jaw was his coat collar, and within one gloved hand was his hat that he quickly put on. From his coat down, he wore a tight underarmor shirt with the colors of his torso and black cargo pants. His leg awkwardly moved, not exactly in time with the movement of the pedals and steering wheel.
"There's more than you in the area huh?" He remarked casually, voice emanating from the speakers and though his mouth moved
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 4, 2017 20:12:30 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
She was a little freaked out by the appearance made in the driver's seat beside her, to say the least. Watching it appear, Lorra's eyebrows shot to her hairline and her lips purse. Then, carefully, she leaned over and poked one index finger toward the side of the head of the man, curious to see if her fingertip would go through or actually bump up against shaved hair. "A few, none nice. The only ones that make it are the ones that are mean or hide." She explained, squinting her eyes before at last accepting the odd digitalized presence there. "I'm not gonna lie. It weirds me out thinking you can feel me in here."She confessed, reaching a hand up and flipping down the sun visor. "Cade- right? He said you're my Guardian now? What's that mean?" She, of course, knew the meaning of the word, but she wanted to hear it from him. Did it mean she was his responsibility now? Or did Cybertronians just have a fancy term for a friend? Regardless, she shuffled in her little bag and removed a small, bent photo.
"Well if you're going to be my Guardian, you better have a picture of me just in case." God knows she got herself lost and everybody forgot what she looked like. She fit into the visor the small, faded image- the only one she had of herself. It was Sam's first day of school, he'd been six, and she was smiling at the camera with her sweet little boy. Pushing the visor up again, she refocused her attention on the road ahead of her and leaned her head back against the headrest.
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Post by Tals on Jul 4, 2017 20:21:17 GMT -5
When her fingertip went to touch his head, the projection had been solidified and it made a little buzzing noise when she touched his head. He gave a grunt, raising a hand and swiping at her wrist and giving a little noise. "Well at least we know theres more. Now that my... projection is here, they probably wont make a too serious move," he rumbled out. A quiet laughed followed by her remark, a smirk lining his lips then. "Trust me its like a femme sitting in your lap lass, its all fine," he mused, soon hushing.
His brows furrowed, blue eyes actually turning from the road as his cybertronian self could actually see the road. His other self looked at her fully, seeming to take the weight of the question. "Im your guardian," he somewhat echoed, taking the cigarette and inhaling. The tip lit up as he took in a breath before exhaling before saying, "It means i protect you with my life to the very end. You ride with me by default unless planned otherwise and I cater to your every need. No matter what."
His eyes then traveled up and over to the visor, slowly reaching up and over after she pushed it back up. Slowly, he took the picture and looked over it, thumb gently pressing down on the faded picture. "Hes a cute sparkling... yours?" Crosshairs curiously asked, his lips pressed upwards ever so slightly
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 4, 2017 20:34:57 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
"That isn't any better." She offered with a short, humored laugh. Amused as she was, she looked a little caught off guard by the fact he wasn't watching the road, but upon remembering that he was in fact a transformer she didn't bother to make any comment. "Yea..." Her small smile fell from her lips, eyes trailing the image like she'd handed her actual child over. "He was." Her eyes flicked back up from the photo, pressing her lips thin. She didn't talk about it. It was both upsetting and uncomfortable for her, all things considered, and to go into the minor details of it would just make her cry or get unreasonably frustrated.
Looking ahead, her head tilted and she frowned. "Where'd they go?" They hadn't gone too far, and Cade had said that they'd wait, so maybe something happened? Regardless, she was curious. But also- "So if I put my bags in the trunk can I start saying you've got a lot of junk in the trunk?" So many car jokes. She'd chatter until he stepped on he and she wouldn't even be sorry. "If I stuck my feet on the dash is that the same as putting ice cubes on your back?" Her little smirk was anything but sweet, in fact quite the opposite. Abusing men was an all-time favorite for women, especially those that lacked the ability to create their own heat and so had to sap the warmth from their spouse like a lizard under a heat lamp.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 4, 2017 23:03:29 GMT -5
(Sorry for vanishing, but i had some stuff come up. Anyways, I'll post replies in the morning)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 5, 2017 9:45:55 GMT -5
Hilt and Bee followed after Fox. They traveled to where Blackout was apparently sighted, the femme first to acknowledge what was happening. Picking up on the Con life signature and human signatures. A puff of smoke blew up from her frame, listening as Bee spoke up through radio. "They're- attacking- him." He could tell by all the rushing around and quivering of the signatures he was reading. Yet, he was not surprised. It was common for humans to attack Cybertronians. Why they were attacking now was unclear. Perhaps to capture him for whatever reason. Hilt puffed out more steam, questioning "Should we approach? Maybe help the humans?" For all they knew, the humans could be out for just Decepticons, like the one that was being targeted at that moment. Then again, humans had worked to hunt Autobots as well before. Bumblebee spoke up again, as if reading her thoughts. "Could be- after- everyone." If they did decide to actually interact, they could risk the humans turning on them as well, and who knew if they had more weapons hidden away somewhere, not yet spooked enough to bring them out. Then, the yellow mech went silent, waiting on what Fox thought. The situation didn't look too bad, seeing the setup of a handful of humans and four Cybertronians. Yet, he was still unsure, given how humans have been able to evolve and adapt. That, and Blackout was there, and probably still hated Autobots. He wouldn't be surprised if the Con turned on them if they got close enough.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 5, 2017 18:17:28 GMT -5
ML had followed Bee and Fox, trying to assess the situation. He wasnt quite sure what to say. "Do they trust me? Why would they? I know them, but they dont know me anymore. I got lucky the first time, but that was an entirely different situation from this one. Should i say something? Is there anything useful i can say?" he kept thinking, over and over. The human, Cade, he wasnt familar to ML at all though. After a while, he realized he had been silently following Bee for quite some time. "Um, if you want, I'm not nearly as threatening looking as you guys. I could go in with someone covering me from afar and check out the situation" offered ML
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Post by Tals on Jul 5, 2017 19:44:18 GMT -5
Fox:
Fox's massive frame shot forward at high speeds, body arching up into the air and looping back around. Streams of smoke came flying out from the engines, body transforming and clawed digits sinking into the building beside him. His helm glanced towards the two vehicles below and made a soft grunt to ML. "They're humans munchkin, theyre probably not going to accept yea. I couldn't find an autobot symbol on you anywhere," he remarked to the mech before his optics traveled over the scene.
His optics flitted about, slowly lowering himself down and frame moving forward. A sigh came venting out, a facial mask sliding down and over his faceplates as he called out, "Move in to protect those fleshies from anymore damage- I've got this jet!" His body was already running ahead of Hilt, Bee, and ML, his optics turning to Blackout as he jumped up and blew a kiss. With his opposite servo, he clutched onto a familiar dark wing of a sibling as was jerked off and over the scene before they crash landed into a building nearby with loudly whirring engines.
Crosshairs and Cade:
His mouth parted slightly, eyes traveling over her figure before back at the picture. "Sorry," he apologized softly, his gloved thumb gently brushing over the happy boy before giving a low sigh. His eyes dimmed for a brief moment, thinking back to Cybertron. As though he might not have a child per say, nor did he really... It was complicated. But he was thinking back to the somewhat small family he had formed back before the war started. Sparkmates had created sparklings, and he was kinda there to watch over one of his friends' sparkling when the first bombs hit. The worst part? The bomb hit the poor thing. He could remember it like it was yesterday- the broken frame and sparking spark chamber as the little blue light dimmed away and the final whirrs of life escaped into the air.
Gritting his teeth, his jaw visibly tightened and he carefully put the picture away above in his visor, mind now coming back to the present with her words. He missed the beginning few words, but he caught enough that he could easily gather it and form a proper sentence. A smirk formed back on his lips, and Crosshairs made a gesture with his hands towards his lap as he said in a husky voice, "Babe, I already got enough junk in the trunk, there no more room." Giving a bark of laughter, his head tilted back and body shivered. "I've never really had ice cubes on my back- so I cant honestly say for sure." His brows arched upwards, and then he looked out the window.
Cade came from behind the rubble, looking to them and giving Crosshairs' holoform a little scrunch of his nose before looking at Lorra. "The bots went out to investigate a group nearby. Apparently they shot down a con and theyre trying to continue to knock it down? They're seeing how much they need help."
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