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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 6, 2017 22:09:53 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β She must've stayed like that for a little while, leaning on Crosshairs and watching through weary eyes as everyone moved around. "Cade?" She mumbled in a questioning time, watching him moving off with a slight frown. He needed sleep. And some ibuprofen. Fighting off the impulsive desire to mother him, she only lifted her wrapped hands, fingers extended and splaying across the metal palm covering her. "I won't." She promised, leaning her head back and closing her eyes yet again. She wondered, not for the first time, if she would've been better off having never left home. But here she was- and here she would stay. Scared to actually doze on the account of possible concussion, she eventually got up and stood waiting, fiddling with the torn segments of her shirt and watching the interactions between the others. Did they go somewhere? Did they camp out wherever? She'd follow them, even if it meant walking the entire way with Crosshairs because she was worried his transforming would risk further injury to himself.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she turned curious navy eyes back to Cade, having begun to pick up on the little things; such as how he'd somehow made himself the boss man despite being the most easily breakable out of his unique little group. Given the relationship built between her and Crosshairs though, she found herself wondering- who was Cade's Guardian? Did he have one? She itched to ask him about it, but she didn't think it entirely appropriate nor any of her business. Reluctantly did she refrain from bugging him, only training worried eyes on the unlucky green mech that she now called friend as Hilt approached. She gave the bronze femme a little wave goodbye, uncertain really that it was her place to say anything else.
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Post by Tals on Jul 7, 2017 17:02:40 GMT -5
The silence from Fox felt a bit eerie, and his optics glinted to Hilt. "I look forward to the day you try to kill me- old femme," he promised. Even though his light heartedness, and his small hesitation from killing his sibling, he was still quite the special ops bot. He was up there in the big league, with Jazz and everyone else. Although he didnt boast about it, he was more than willing to inform that he wasn't so easily hunted down and torn apart- no matter who it was.
Thats why it was taking Wolf forever. Despite the fact they had countless times of being hand to hand in combat, there wasnt a scratch that was laid upon his frame. She would emerge out in dents and scrapes and even a bit wounded from their battles despite the usual draws. He was simply the fox that outwitted the wolf.
Meanwhile, Crosshairs raised slightly to smile ever so weakly at Hilt. "Aye lass- the day my mouth stops runnin is the day I'm an old mech that can barely move," he remarked seriously. "Take care!" He called after the femme then, soon lying back down fully before looking at Bee. His optic ridges arched upwards ever so slightly, and his helm turned towards Cade and Lorra.
Cade was a busy body. The inventor might know how to have patience, and to sit and remain tight, but he was always active in some way or another. So, it was natural he was scavenging around for extra weapons for both him and Lorra. His body soon came to his area, rejoining the group and tiredly nestling down.
He was like an old dog with bad hips, tenderly lying down on a spread out canvas sheet and head nestling onto a piled fabric that acted like a makeshift pillow. Nearby, Fox carefully lit a fire to keep the humans warm, and blue optics glowed as his helm turned out and kept watch.
A quiet sigh escaped into the air from Cade's figure, his weapon held close and soon figure being draped over by his jacket as Crosshairs dropped the pinched fabric onto his figure. "Yea left that in my alt."
"Thanks Cross," Cade mumbled softly as he tenderly pulled the jacket close. After a moment's silence, Cade announced out, "We'll rest here for some several hours before heading out.."
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 7, 2017 21:55:00 GMT -5
Ironhide.
How long had it been since he'd fallen asleep? Surely not too long- sleeping wasn't exactly his forte. Every time he'd gone to rest, he found it disturbed by never-ending thoughts and a constant of processed feelings and emotions. Plus, sleeping wasn't exactly physically possible for his kind. To think he'd spent any time at all suspended in total black was concerning, to say the least, especially when he awoke to unfamiliar weight, a strange shape, and the subtle differences in his own inner workings that only he could notice. Transforming was an entirely different process too- everything shifted and changed in a pattern completely different to what he knew, and when he emerged he felt he was actually less boxy than before? If that was even possible. He'd always been a disruptive mess of parts and armor so thick that, if he were human, he'd be one giant callous. But now everything was so compactly fit together he sort of felt like he was in an entirely different body, something he had yet to piece together even as he looked to his own arm and saw dull, rusted red paint reflecting dim sunlight back at him.
He was in a parking garage- this much he could tell, given he couldn't even stand fully upright and instead had to remain hunched over and kneeling. Carefully working out from under the too short overhang and back out into the fading light, he straightened for the first time and found himself staggering, everything so utterly different that the only thing that really felt the same to him was his damaged optic and the constant presence of the thrumming energy in his spark chamber.
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 21:19:42 GMT -5
Chromia || Age Unknown || Camiean (a female Cybertronian) || Autobots - Description / Personality soon - Part of Elita One's former squad || History soon || Tals || Is sparkbonded/ sparkmate to Ironhide
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 8, 2017 21:33:33 GMT -5
(*Lurks from the shadows*)
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 21:34:00 GMT -5
Also, side note- we will be bringing in more action for the bots soon; Jack and I got a set of 'bad guys' for the cybertronians planned ))
Hot Rod and Chromia
The only reason why Chromia was even on this Primus forsaken planet was because of her strong bond with Ironhide. She arrived just at the pitfall of the government alignment with the Autobots. That was when she lost his signal. The years that had passed she found herself questioning why she even remained- its not like she purposely made herself known to Prime and his group after he requested for all Autobots to return to him.
So, when she was perched nearby and the familiar extra pulse within her spark chamber burst into life, she let out a soft gasp through her mouth plating before her optics alit in delight. Its not like she would ever show her true emotions towards him persay- as she had to remain tough, but it was still worth gasping like a little excited sparkling. The best part? He was nearby.
"Hot Rod!" Chromia's voice called out, slender servo raising and giving a wave to him. His helm lifted and turned, giving an arch of his optic ridge.
"Oui?" He questioned, french accent filling the air and the same height mech fell in place beside her as she hopped down from her perch and started making her way to the tugging feeling.
"Our weapon specialist is nearby," Chromia announced, earning an excited noise from the mech beside her.
"Yay!" He had already ducked into the parking garage, bending over slightly and searching while Chromia gave a little hum of amusement. "Ive only met Ironhide once," Hot Rod announced. "He was dead serious, and certainly admirable."
"Mm. That he sure is," she murmured in agreement. Coming to a pause, she continued her search, pausing by the few select of vans.
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 21:34:22 GMT -5
(*Lurks from the shadows*) Yooo should we time skip??
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 8, 2017 21:38:11 GMT -5
(We can if you want. The intro i have in mind works regardless)
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 21:50:29 GMT -5
Alright- you wanna start it then?)
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 8, 2017 21:52:34 GMT -5
(Yup. Gimmie a few minutes to type this up, I'm on mobile)
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 21:55:13 GMT -5
Alright dighty c; ))
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 8, 2017 22:02:48 GMT -5
Ironhide.
There are so many ways to come back to the world you thought completely different. What did Ironhide choose to do? He chose to fight everything that even breathed in his direction. He hadn't had the pleasure of going out the way he'd have liked, so he made it a point to come back into the world the same way he had the first time- kicking and screaming. Why was this? Because he was quite frankly angry. He was absolutely livid, temper only worsening with each memory that came to his processor. He remembered... rust. He felt himself falling apart after being shot in the back by that low-life traitor and the crumbling to dust. Hurt and angry, he kicked over a rusted bucket of a volkswagon beetle and snarled as he did so, oblivious it seemed to his own audience as he allowed himself a brief little temper tantrum. He'd have carried on had he not stiffened and locked up, incapable of moving a few moments as hinges caught and old parts refused to move. bolts and screws clattered to the pavement below, he at last choosing to beat one fisted servo against his chassis so hard that the glass cracked.
Having regained his bearings, he found a certain calamity in him had been subdued by a pulsating warmth in his spark. He knew it as well as he did his own voice and reflection- Chromia. The femme he hadn't felt in so long simply because of the distance between them. To think she'd be anywhere nearby wasn't possible- was it? Ten years was less tan a week in his eyes, but so much as a missed day in a war could amount to so much change. Helm turning, the light of one optic fizzing out before rekindling with flickering defiance, he saw the gleam of approaching bots- one he failed to recognize, though he did look familiar, and the other he knew so well he thought each added scrape to her paint was little more than a new mark on a map he'd long ago graphed in his mind's eye. "You're not su-su-" What was this?His voice sounded like a broken record playing over and over, cutting out and repeating. "-s'pose to be he...ere..." Draw out and dying- he was in desperate need of further repairs, wasn't he? A hot breath of annoyance was forced from his vents, but he was thankful at least to see a familiar face.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 8, 2017 22:13:20 GMT -5
Location: Chicago Ruins.
They had been trapped for days, holed up in an old library. Three Cybertronians, and two humans. "Are they still out there?" one of the cybertronians asked. One of the humans, a woman peered through the slates of a blockade made of wood, covering up a window. "It is too dark to tell I'm afraid, but I would suspect they are still present" she said. "Darn it, where are they? They couldnt have just dissapeared!" another cyber said. "I dont know, but after watching what happened to Sparkplug, i just want out" the third said. "Heh, its funny. I always thought the Cons would get me" said the first one said. "I always thought the Bots would get me. Guess it doesnt matter now" said the second. "Wait, i hear something!" said a human, the male. A rythmic metallic tapping noise started to get louder and louder. "WE GOTTA RUN FOR IT!" the third cyber yelled, making a break for the nearest blocked door. As he burst through, a small metallic creature landed on his back. It wasnt very large, perhaps smaller than a mailbox. "OH CRAP, ONE OF THEMS ON YOU!" the second cyber yelled, pulling out his sword. The third cyber wents ballistic, screaming hysterically and running off into the night. "Nows our chance, while they are distracted!" said the female, pointing in the opposite way. The first cyber looked pained, then nodded in agreement. "Start broadcasting a mayday signal as soon as we get clear. None of us will last long against these things, unless we get backup!" the first said, blowing a hole in the opposite wall and running as fast as he could. In the distance, the screaming had gone silent...
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 22:17:37 GMT -5
The angry kicking, the venting and clattering metal had grated on the elfish audio receivers that acted like their own little lives- twitching and angling away from the metallic noise. Her optics sparkled, life alit in her face as she finally got a good look at the mech she had chosen to be with. He was in such horrible shape, and by the looks of it he looked grumpy.
Hearing his fizzling voice had her feeling a pulse of grief, and the words that decided to come out. Yeah- she might not have been supposed to be here, but she was here to make sure his spark wasnt snuffed out. Primus be damned- shed go to the well of allsparks to haul his aft back up to life. Slowly, she approached, helm tilting and searching the old frame of his.
"Yeah well, what else am I supposed to do back on a dead planet? Wait like an old housewife and mope about while you get the fun?" Chromia questioned in a small huff of her own retaliation. Slowly, she lifted a servo and used her thumb digit to swipe over the once scarred faceplate. "You're in such poor shape... we should get you a new alt," she mumbled softly.
As if on cue, Hot Rod piped up behind them and exclaimed, "Heres a newer truck!" Though, he quickly hushed so the two of them could converse with each other
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Post by Tals on Jul 8, 2017 22:19:11 GMT -5
Jack : Ill get you a cade/crosshairs post up possibly tomorrow- im ant to poof But im excited to meet our little guests hehe ))
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 8, 2017 22:44:26 GMT -5
Ironhide.
His words were a bit impromptu, he knew, but she wouldn't be likely to take them negatively- they were little more than an observation. He bent, big and bulky figure lowering just so that he could fit his face into the small and slender palm of her servo. He didn't waste his breath attempting to reply, only huffed yet again and raised his own creaky arms, blunt-edged digits engulfing that of hers. Straightening again, his flickering blue stare sought out the French mech in the company of the small femme, looking toward the truck that had been offered up as an alt. He considered it only briefly before turning down the offer, looking upon his worn and faded red paint for the second time that hour. "I like th- the red. Good ole' days..." He managed to grumble, wondering whether or not to keep it or exchange it out for the darker colors he'd favored the last few millennia. A throwback to his Con days, he supposed. Maybe he'd go for a healthy mix-up. Colors aside, Hot Rod and Chromia had a point- Ironhide was in desperate need of a tune-up, something he could get done himself once he re-established his bearings and figured out just what all he'd missed out on.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 9, 2017 0:41:03 GMT -5
Karou || Unknown || Cybertronian || Decepticon ||
Karou is quire small, standing only 17 feet tall, and his alt form is a Jagdpanther with the 8,8 cm Kwk 43/4 L71 gun and a decepticon symbol right below the gun. He is what you could describe as a long range mobile glass cannon. He's fast, has a mean bite, and is fragile. Karou's armor plating is meant to look strong and bulky, even though it only is in a couple of places. His entire head is covered in thick steel plating, with a slit for his eyes, with a decepticon symbol on the armor in front of his mouth. There are two thick steel plates on his upper torso that extend a few inches above his shoulders before tilting back to an edge. The rest of his body is covered in steel plates that only look tough, which are no more than a couple of millimeters thick in reality. He has a set of tracks on the front of each of his legs that allow him to stay mobile, even when crouching. The entire gun assembly is built into his right arm, replacing his hand and making cqc fights rather difficult. His only real defense up close is a small sword that slides out of his left arm and a small machine gun mounted on the right side of his head. || Karou is quiet, reserved, and rather laid back, but can be serious when he needs to be. He follows orders to the t, and hates to lose. Unless specifically ordered not to, he will sometimes go out on his own to try to settle a grudge or just whittle the enemy numbers. Unless swift action is necessary, he likes to blow apart whatever he's shooting at from a safe distance before killing them, usually going for the legs, then the arms.
Sniper, Light Artillery || Karou has been on earth for a while, showing up around the time of World War 1. He's always been a decepticon sympathizer, but only recently joined them. || Starflight || Other
derpticons
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Post by Tals on Jul 9, 2017 11:52:37 GMT -5
Hi Starflight!! Ive looked over your form and it looks awesome!! Ill add to it later on today when im on a computer!! <3)
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Post by Tals on Jul 9, 2017 17:18:11 GMT -5
okie so ill make a reply now and stuff ill add people too edit: Starflight , you may rp~ Right now theres a small number of cons compared to that of the autobots, but hopefully thatll change to be about an equal amount !!))
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Post by Tals on Jul 9, 2017 17:48:36 GMT -5
That's it this is gunna be condensed erryone hold ye horses
The screams jostled Cade to awaken, his figure sitting straight up and flinging his jacket off of his body while bringing up his weapon before he searched the area. His eyes were blown wide, although adrenaline wasn't present. Taking in a breath, his body angled towards the north and he found himself sitting next to massive pedes as Crosshairs had gently set down Lorra beside him to stand. His optics were already searching the area, until his helm angled down to their human leader.
"There ain't any con signatures," Crosshairs informed seriously, causing a sudden chill to travel down Cade's spine. It was early in the morning, so that must have been the cause.
"We'll avoid going north. We'll head to the west, and inbound north- avoiding whatever or whoever that was. It could be humans or whoever thinks that they are calling themselves the government," Cade informed softly as Fox rose up. His helm tilted to Cade, causing the man's attention to turn and say, "If you fly over, tell us whatever you see. Don't investigate, no matter what."
Giving a nod, the mech leapt up into the air and transformed to take flight. His body shot across the sky, a soft streak of smoke following suit to incline his direction.
Chromia had actually smiled when Ironhide spoke, optics dimming slightly as she thought back to the 'good old times'. She remembered arriving on Cybertron with Windblade and Nautica, the new sights stunning her. The innocence of not knowing that the very race was on the brink of a full scale war was beautiful, and she remembered the one time she found herself running into Ironhide on the path to on of the Autobot recruiting stations. He was huge- red, and intimidating. Though the last part didn't really last for very long as she had literally told him to move his con aft or she'd move it for him.
Charming huh? Quite. Turning her helm from Ironhide's chasis, her optics stared out at the broken world and over Hot Rod's shoulders. "Yeah, nothin like whatever happened here," she confirmed, soon giving a sigh through her vents before adding, "This organic planet went to waste Hide, after Prime left in order to search for our creators." It was then her optics brightened, a frown curving over her mouth. "We're fighting our last stand on an innocent planet that is turning to dust."
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Post by Starflight on Jul 9, 2017 18:13:39 GMT -5
((That really sucks. Is there a good spot I can jump in rn or should I wait?))
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Post by Tals on Jul 9, 2017 18:16:39 GMT -5
you can actually jump in wherever- the cons are literally just chillin))
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Post by Starflight on Jul 9, 2017 19:06:52 GMT -5
((Alright. I'll jump in when I see a good opportunity.))
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 9, 2017 19:19:16 GMT -5
{{ yo starflight if u wanna i have blackout open c:
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Post by Starflight on Jul 9, 2017 19:40:47 GMT -5
((Sure. You wanna start?))
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 9, 2017 19:51:31 GMT -5
{{ it might take me a minute given i have a migraine coming on but sure lol
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Post by Starflight on Jul 9, 2017 20:19:31 GMT -5
((If you have a migraine you can wait until you feel better to rp.))
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 9, 2017 21:09:35 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Her hair was frizzy and untamed, the tangles and knots from her uneasy dozing leaving her hair twice it's normal size. Having risen first by the distant wails and then the movements all around her, she sat on the ground much as a lost puppy, at last raking her fingers through her hair in a weak attempt to tame it. She rose as the others conversed, yawning noisily once silence fell and moving forward on legs that shook like a newborn foal. Lethargic from sleeping, she raised her arms above her head and stretched until her back arched, standing on her very toes as her muscles pulled and warmed. Relaxing again, she pulled her hair over one shoulder, twisted it into a braid, and flicked her navy eyes up- Crosshairs was little more than a big darkened frame overhead, but the light emitting from his blue optics made his face plenty easy to find. "Huh?" Voice slurred by sleep, she looked over then to Cade- brows pinched in an expression of mild confusion.
She didn't question beyond that, only gave another subdued yawn and rubbed atone eye. "Normally I don't complain but if you're all going to speed around somebody should carry me 'cause I have little legs." Didn't stop her though- she walked forward, lifting her eyes to the sky as Fox took off before she continued on her designated path to follow the Autobot crew.
Ironhide.
"Prime left?" What? How could Optimus leave in the thick of war? Who had he left in charge? Jazz was dead- the next most likely candidate would have to be Ratchet. Ratchet. His friend. He wondered how he was- if he'd be leading now. Sergeant Epps, Captain Lennox, Agent Simmons, the Witwicky family, Mikaela, Leo- humans he knew who's lives would've passed so much faster than his kind. Were they alive and okay? He sincerely hoped so. And what about his own kind? Optimus he just learned was in space, but what of Bumblebee, Ratchet, Mudflap, Sideswipe, Skids, and Jolt? Were they still all here? Were there new members added to the team? He was so genuinely curious, and carefully optimistic. He wanted to find his friends-return to a place in which he felt so at home that he submerged himself in their company to refrain from focusing his thoughts on all that he had lost.
Holding gingerly to Chromia's servo a moment longer than necessary, he released it only to turn to Hot Rod, loking down upon the tiny mech with a short snort. "Do I know ya?" He couldn't shake the sense of familiarity, but aside from that he didn't pay much attention. Rather, his focus was on the thin tendril of smoke arcing across the sky, pale weary optics tracing it's direction. Huh. Looked like a fight brewing- and despite his current condition- he was absolutely itching.
Blackout.
Getting away from the autobots had been his goal until he'd actually done so, now preoccupied by the thought of sending out his location so that more Decepticons could join him for the fight surely to come. Why not whipe them all out while they were in one place? Seemed clever enough. Unfortunately, he had to be out of a certain range in case they caught his signature- something he actively avoided with a cloaking device and his best efforts to stay in the air. The blades of his rotor whomped through the air repetitively as the massive military grade helicopter hovered high in the sky, radios buzzing noisily as he listened in on conversations worldwide while keeping communications with his fellow cons open. "Decepticons- Autobots located." He'd repeat himself for maybe the second time in the few hours he'd sent out his first signal, once again relaying location by latitude and longitude given most Cons were flyers. With it he counted how many Autobots were present, as were there humans. Basic information he was practically required to tell, but really he found little point in sharing.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 9, 2017 21:26:26 GMT -5
"This is a distress call for any Cybertronians, we need backup, i repeat, we need backup. We are under attack and taking heavy casualties. Co-ordinates are as follows. Crankshaft, loop this broadcast over all frequencies" a voice said over the radio as it started to repeat. ML picked up the radio and showed it to Cade, playing it to him. "We have to help them, the humans could be hauling them off as we speak" said ML
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Post by Tals on Jul 9, 2017 22:15:05 GMT -5
Cade had sent Lorra a look, as if contemplating that he himself would actually pick her up. Hesitating, he had moved to scoop her figure up when he heard ML, looking at the radio and listening. "Thats all the more to stay away-" "To help?" Crosshairs finished, looking at Cade expectantly.
"No!" Cade suddenly barked, causing the mech to blink in surprise. "We aren't moving in- something is off!" He sounded irritated, his brows knitting and grabbing the radio from ML. "I normally would go and help, no matter what but I know Autobots would last longer than the bullets being sent to them than the military," he explained to both, giving a little growl.
Fox soon returned, transforming and landing carefully on the ground. "There's no activity- everything is just.. dead." The special ops mech looked slightly stressed, the white dotted along his armor somewhat visible in the moonlight before his bright blue optics glowed its color everywhere.
As if confirmation, Cade slowly grabbed Lorra's elbow and gently guided her towards the mech she had as a guardian. "If anything we can investigate it tomorrow, but Im not going to go and actually search in a place with an autobot that isnt in full condition," he told them all matter of factly, Crosshairs lowering a servo and offering it to Lorra. "If anyone wants to disobey orders now, then go ahead. But i aint searchin that area when everyone just suddenly freaks out. It could be a hoax or a trap."
Crosshairs tilted his helm as he sighed out in agreement, "Autobots are rather gullible."
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"Apparently to look after whoever is sending to destroy earth," Chromia had confirmed softly in a small shrug of her shoulders, her digits gently brushing over his thicker ones. She hadnt an idea of who was actually here and in charge- or of the other humans. She met a human once, and she remembered it was... a sparkling? It was such a tiny little thing, clutching something soft and crying before its mother scooped him up and ran off. Fleshies were such interesting creatures.
When Hot Rod was directly spoken to, Chromia felt his servo drift away and she let it happen. Her optics turned over the French Mech, his helm turning and looking at them. "Moi? Oh- oui! My name is Hot Rod," his accent got a bit in the way, perked up and happily springing over to the older mech. "We met once messier!"
Wolf had been drifting around Blackout, flying at a lower level and making sure that no other surprises would actually happen. So, when the alert came around she drifted a bit closer before arching down, keeping an optic out for any more cons
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