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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 14, 2017 16:28:23 GMT -5
Bumblebee whistled a sharp pitch in response to Cade. "I've- got it." Turning away, he left his spot to run over to Hot Rod, keeping his blasters out just in case anyone else decided to give the general trouble. Once the yellow much reached his friend, he crouched slightly by his collapsed frame. Mask retracting, he whirred softly, blue optics looking down. "You really- got- yourself- a beating." One blaster switched back into a servo, he bent more to see where the noticed leak was coming from. If Hot Rod had collapsed from energon loss, it wouldn't be wise to move him anymore, at all, until he got some help from a medic or Cade. If only he knew squat about how to help Hot Rod. A huff escaped his thin frame, simply turning and keeping an optic out for any hostile that might approach, aiming to just protect Hot Rod as best he could in his current location. Hopefully the fighting would end soon enough to get the fallen mech help. It seemed that the tides were very slowly beginning to turn though. Crosshairs was taking on Rhino, Blackout wasn't in the best shape, and Cade was holding his own against Wolf, who fell fate to the inventor. Bee's wings angled upward in a rush of satisfaction at the femme's downfall, blue optics shifting toward Blackout. He half hoped that no retreat would be called, and hopefully the Autobots could try to kill the remaining cons.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 14, 2017 21:07:42 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
On one side of the fight, war was still being waged by Stone Rhino and Crosshairs, on the other- well she almost thought they won? Lorra's eyes were big and optimistically hopeful, flicking around as the exchange took place only to settle on Cade. She trusted the confidence behind his words- surely Blackout would take the message? Yet looking back, she found the big Decepticon with optics on Wolf, his chassis still sparking occasionally and arm dribbling a wide puddle of energon and fluids on the cracked ground. Ironhide had done a number on him, that was sure, and he didn't look the least bit happy as he turned his focus down to Cade. Slowly, Lorra's weight shifted and she found herself not inching behind the nearest robot, but closer to Cade. She knew men- better than she'd liked to admit. Blackout's contorted expression, though hard to read given his facial construction, was one of absolute disgust and thinly veiled rage. "Humans." He spit out the word as he did a mouthful of energon.
The world slowed down. She saw his left arm raise and that cursed weapon of his raise- she knew the ear-destroying shrieking was coming her way and all she could think of was her little boy. She couldn't protect Sam from the cancerous cells that devoured him like a stray dog on a piece of chicken, but her body between Blackout and Cade was better than anything else to protect him. She vaguely registered Ironhide's loud snarling as Blackout delivered one of his favorite punch lines, only the feeling of the sonic blast hitting her like a truck and then slamming back into the wall of flesh that was Cade.
Ironhide.
"Lights out!" Blackout's roar was nothing to the screech that knocked even the red painted Autobot off his feet, regaining footing in time to see Blackout had turned, long strides carrying him away from the little ground. Dangling from the sharp digits of his remaining servo was the corpse of his fallen comrade, and Ironhide himself didn't even catch the comment made: "Decepticons, fall back. Wolf offline." He'd have been satisfied, to say the least by the retreat, but rather- whimpering. It sounded like an injured animal, and when his optics fell he found Lorra on the ground, eyes blown wide and tears dribbling down her temples. She'd hit the ground so hard that her hair had been torn half loose of it's one braid and now splayed across the ground, but what concerned him was the way she held herself, an arm clutched over her ribs. He bent, scooping her up into his oversized servos and frowning once he saw her head roll back and arms poke straight out. She went limp as a doll, gooey red warmth grazing the sensors adorning the tip of his thumb. Oily dark blood spilled out across the front of her shirt, and a moment of careful glowering left Ironhide to believe that the damage wasn't half as bad as he thought- little meat sacks just bled like nobody's business and it seemed she'd passed out due to the sight of her own blood.
"Dramatic fleshies." He sighed, breath whooshing free of his vents. He didn't understand their squeamish reactions to their own functions; if he were scared of his own "blood", he wouldn't ever get anything done. "Well, she and Hot Rod can match." He decided to himself, helm lifting and turning toward Bumblebee. He hoped Rhino would back off- there were too many injuries, and while Ironhide was always happy to try and stomp in any living Decepticon, he'd rather not get worked up over somebody going after his little scout prodigee.
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Post by Tals on Jul 14, 2017 21:33:21 GMT -5
Hot Rod looked at Bee through an undamaged optic, his little piece over his mouth twitching in an attempt to smile. Though, despite how wounded he was, it matched into his good optic and it twinkled with joy at seeing his friend. "That I am friend," he agreed, vents whirring and some energon beginning to stop in some parts, however his faceplate was heavily damaged enough that he couldn't really use some it. His body was so heavy- not that it wasn't already- but he felt so exhausted and he wanted to recharge. He however, knew better and begun to resist the temptation that came with the recharge he knew would be put in forever. "How's it goin anyways? I didn't get to see you before you left with Prime." Lighthearted conversation- something to keep him going to distract the warning signs flicking over his good optic vision
When Blackout begun to move, and Lorra shift, he knew something was wrong. His eyes widened, and Cade immediately grabbed Lorra to hopefully shield on their way down. The EMP blast was stronger than before, and his whole frame jostled. His grip had loosened on the fall, and his head was struck on the concrete. Blood trailed down his temple, veins bulging at his temples and ears ringing slightly before he tried pushing himself up to his hands and knees. His figure felt broken, and he was well aware of the large piece of metal that had been blasted up and into his side. Hand tenderly reaching, his body trembled and held the bleeding side before he was picked up by Chromia.
"We got more than just one broken flesh to worry about Ironhide," Chromia announced suddenly, carefully shifting Cade before her servos carefully clasped over his frame and set him along the curve of his neck on his uninjured side. He was protected by the grand expanse of her metallic 'collar' and his eyes were wide as he inhaled sharply to keep his adrenaline down. Moving, her figure ran towards Hot Rod, saying, "I heard Optimus Prime talking about a mechanic over the comlink on earth. I have a feeling this man can fix Hot Rod-"
"Not until that metal is removed and wound wrapped," Crosshairs suddenly interrupted the duo as Fox trailed after.
"We don't have time for such trivial things, we need to fix Hot Rod-" Chromia stated factually before Crosshairs set a servo on her shoulder.
"Look, humans are soft and easily breakable. If you don't fix them, they'll be dead before Hot Rod. At least Hot Rod's spark isn't damaged, we can get him a new frame or somethin." His optic ridges arched, and eyes narrowing on Ironhide as his servo was held out and palm up. "She's mine punk."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 14, 2017 22:08:01 GMT -5
"I've seen better- at this point." Bumblebee's wings twitched as he turned back to Hot Rod, big blue optics studying his severely damaged frame. Those repairs would have to wait, the scout quickly noticing Cade would need medical attention. Lorra too. His optic brows bent at Chromia's lack of concern for Cade. Yes, Bee wanted his friend to be pulled out of his current state, but Hot Rod actually had a better chance of surviving than Cade did if the inventor didn't get proper help soon. Looking back at the general, he warbled softly. "It's been quite the adventure- though. I've yet to- see a more- troubled- planet- than this one." Through his mess of different voices, one could still pick up on slight worry. The scout wanted to keep Hot Rod talking, or conscious at least. Recharging was a very bad idea, and Bee could tell that was what his friend wanted to do. Glancing over at the other bots, he chirped sharply, as if annoyed they were even debating. He was in favor of Crosshairs' suggestion. Fix Cade, fix Hot Rod. His current frame anyway. A shuddering sigh escaped Bee, waiting for the rest of the group to agree on a decision, which would hopefully come soon.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 14, 2017 22:13:26 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
She blacked out for a minute at the most- but when her eyes opened again, she still felt nauseous and quaky. She'd seen blood thousands of times: but for some reason, whenever it was hers or her sons, she'd always gotten absolutely horrible and nearly fainted every time. Now she only did it because there was so much and she'd have felt light headed regardless. The reason she woke would be because of Ironhide's digits uncurling around her, her arms moving from hanging straight out to pull inward to her midsection. The metal that had gone right through her into Cade had grazed quite the gash above her hip, She'd be okay as long as she didn't look at it- never mind the glass that stuck from between her ribs, something she removed with a squeak and shaky tug. Hardly an inch deep- she could glue the wound if she chose. "I'm okay." She still sounded so miserably small- she could've cried when Ironhide's servo tipped and she fell the few feet required right into Crosshair's waiting servos.
Far more familiar with the more slender digits, she sat herself up and huffed, fingers pressed into her side and eyes still streaming. The humidity from running around and being tossed through the air like an abused toy had her now loose hair frizzing, stray waves sticking to her sweat and grime coated skin. Daring a quick glance down, she saw her clothes were pretty much ruined too. Her boots and cargo pants were fine for the most part, just dusted and soot stained- her shirt, on the other hand, would need replacing. It was well on its way to becoming a crop top, torn as it was and now permanently stained.
Ironhide.
"Quit," He bit out blandly to the lot of them, flicking spatters of red from his servo once he'd deposited the injured meat sack into Crosshair's waiting servo. "We'll take care of the humans. We alway have. But Hot Rod is still a priority. Where's Ratchet and Jolt? We'll call them in." Pale optics flicked around, searching out the expressions of those around him. A moment passed, and concern mounted on his expression. Not Sam and Mikaela- Cade and Lorra. Optimus wasn't here. And looking around as he was, he realized, the only one he actually did recognize was Bumblebee. Everyone else was merely a vague face he knew from glimpses or mentions- he didn't actually have relationships with them, even if he had met them once or twice or knew them as he had Hot Rod.
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Post by Starflight on Jul 14, 2017 22:52:32 GMT -5
Karou received Blackout's order and pulled himself to his feet. This is Hot Rod's fault. I could've done something if he hadn't rushed me like that. He thought bitterly. He slung his severed arm over his shoulder and stepped out of the tunnel, the sunlight seemingly brighter than earlier after having been in the dark. He sighed, then opened the communications channel. "Got it. I'll follow you guys out." Karou thought about what kind of alt form he would look for. He decided to go for something faster, with a 57 mm high velocity gun at least. Either way, he needed to sort out his current condition first.
Rhino glared at the Autobots. As much as he would love to rush in there and slice them to pieces, Crosshairs's last shot jammed up his waist, and he wasn't confident he could kill them in his current condition. That, and if he attacked them they would probably kill both him and Blackout. He tightened his grip around his scythe. Anybody who kills one of his comrades should consider themselves dead. He swore to himself that he would kill Crosshairs and that pathetic human, or die trying. But for now, he would retreat, and take them out after the cons were all fixed up. Himself included. "Affirmative." he spat, turning to leave.
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Post by Tals on Jul 15, 2017 10:49:02 GMT -5
Hot Rod had given a little chuckle, his vents wheezing slightly before he let a soft rumble of amusement escape his vocals."Like Starscream?" He questioned playfully. They all knew that Starscream was the ugliest whether in full functioning form or beaten. It takes a lot of skill for that to happen. His optic shifted, watching the massive figure or Rhino take off before he tilted his helm enough to watch the sudden shift in Crosshairs' mood. "I heard about Ratchet and Jolt... im sorry Bee," he told his friend. He really wished he was there more for his friend, and a small look of regret formed over his facial features.
Crosshairs pulled Lorra up to his neck and gently set her along his armor. His once somewhat joyful look had disappeared at the mention of the other two bots. He reached forward, Cade sliding down Chromia's armor and sliding into Crosshairs' servo. Silence for a long moment, Crosshairs and Cade looking at each other for a silent conversation. Who would tell them?
"Ratchet and Jolt.." Cade began softly. "They were hunted down by Lockdown and the government and... they were killed." He announsed softly, having begun to remove the piece of metal from his side. His jaw clenched, the metal resisting the whole time until he finally yanked it out. A fresh gush of blood begun to spill, the man immediately moving his shirt off and tying it around him to clot the blood. His eyes turned over to Hot Rod, Crosshairs moving over and setting Cade down on the mech to let him work.
"Thats it? No explanation?" Chromia suddenly exasperated, body marching after them.
Cade gave a low sigh through his nose, stiffly moving through his work. It was only then Cade began to explain what happened- from the time he bought Optimus and repaired him through the time of meeting a former Autobot Ally, Captain William Lennox. His work didnt slow either, Hot Rod curiously listening to the story as well.
When the Cons would regroup, Soundwave was waiting. His massive figure was slender, and lined with purple that glowed like massive war paint along his body. His faceplate was just covered with one sheet of metal, his odd servos like holes for palms and long flexible digits twitching. His helm inclined towards the group that was coming back and licking their wounds, his figure moving languidly towards the flopped body of Wolf.
The mech knew she was bound to die sooner or later. He was somewhat surprised she had lasted so long. However, she was so bent on revenge that she had failed to squash the man capable of doing massive damage. Soundwave was well aware Cade was capable of reverse engineering, and the more he helped repair the autobots the more the man had a basic understanding of Cybertronian functions. That meant more of their weaker and vulnerable places would be targetted by Cade.
He didnt utter a greeting, simply still and looking over the damage. How odd- she was blown apart by Cybertronian technology. Perhaps, Cade was beginning to modify and form his own weapons that were just as equally as powerful as that of a novice of a Cybertronian.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jul 15, 2017 12:10:53 GMT -5
Bumblebee warbled softly in what could be considered laughter. The moment of lightness was darkened though, at the mention of Ratchet and Jolt. His frame visibly slumped, and he looked down. "They'd still- be here if not for- foolishness of- both parties." A sigh escaped his vents as Cade was finally brought over. Watching as the inventor was placed on Hot Rod, Bee whistled sharply when Cade pulled out the metal shard, blue optics watching as he quickly patched himself up. Despite the unfit medical attention for himself, Cade saw fit in working on Hot Rod. Wings angling downward, he shifted his gaze to Chromia, who was lowkey pestering Cade. Yet, she was given answers anyway, as the human retold the events to the unaware bots. The yellow scout looked down, a small wave of grief washing over him as he went through the memories. Still, there was nothing that could be done of course, as much as he wanted something to be done. All that could be done was accept whatever happened, and produce more results of whatever type with it. At that, he found himself looking over at Ironhide first, most curious to see how the older mech would respond to everything, Hide seemingly the most clueless about it all.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 15, 2017 12:49:07 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
She didn't think to tell the big red mech all of this was a good idea- especially when she had a front row seat to watch his expression contort once the name "Lennox" was brought into all of this. "Cade," She tried to say it quietly, but upon the realization of how far away he was, she repeated herself in a louder, less than confident tone: "Cade." But the damage was done. She didn't know Ironhide's bullish face could look sad until that point, but it lasted only a moment before he began changing shape. Soon enough a muted Topkick sat on the ground, engine dead and lights off. Lorra's lips pursed, tapping on the green armor beneath her to quietly ask to be let down. Once with her feet on the ground, she clasped a hand over the damp cloth over her side and limped over to the truck, bracing one hand against the hood. "The Government makes mistakes, Ironhide. Please don't blame the rest of the world for it." She was scared to approach the doors, worried he might honestly try to knock her out, but she still tried her optimistic poking and prodding.
"Tell me about Lennox?" She'd had a son, remember? She'd gone through bullying with him, being different, and dealing with his issues before the medical issues kicked up. She could listen to problems and help talk them through, but after a minute or so of stubborn silence, she gave a little sigh and drummed her fingers along the black painted hood of the truck. "Okay." She relented, figuring that if Ironhide broke to anyone, it certainly wouldn't be her. Still, she felt the tiniest bit upset. They'd been fighting for humans and after hearing Cade's story, she didn't think they much deserved the Autobots at all.
Ironhide.
She was right- he wouldn't tell her anything. It wasn't that he disliked her, it was just that he now had a very different perspective on the human race. They hired a bounty hunter. They killed Ratchet. If Ironhide could've seen his best friend's death, he'd have been absolutely enraged and probably gone on the hunt for his old human companion. But rather than speak to anyone, he holed himself up in his alt and lost himself to his own anxiety ridden thoughts and memories of a life that seemed impossibly out of reach now. His first thoughts when he'd "woken up" had been of his human friends, but now he half hoped they were all dead. Except for the Lennox family. It didn't matter if Will wronged him, he couldn't bring himself to hold a bad grudge against his wife or daughter for the life of him. Did he go check on them? Primus, he wanted to, but now he realized- if he even tried, Lennox and the TRF would kill him.
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Post by Tals on Jul 15, 2017 13:41:14 GMT -5
Cade had fallen quiet after the second calling of his name, Crosshairs having set down Lorra and crossed his arms over his chasis. The silence- save for Lorra trying to talk to Hide- was somewhat overbearing. Chromia was slowly blinking, looking at Cade as he worked before her servo went out.
It gently settled on the edge of Hide's massive hood, a soft and warm thrumming of small encouragement went out to him. She knew he wouldn't want to talk until he managed to collect his thoughts. The only question that was threatening to spill was why Cade still bothered to help instead of trying to help his daughter and her mate.
"Why do you still help the autobots- despite knowing we helped destroy your planet?" Chromia asked softly as she settled beside Bee, giving the young mech a gentle one armed hug of greeting before looking at the man who paused in his work.
Cade lifted himself up from a bunch of wires, his eyes turning to the faceplate thar curiously faced him. The morning sunlight was just beginning to crack, the sky an offgrey blue before the sun rose, and just after the moon was below the horizon. "Because you helped my family- all of you did, even if you werent directly there," he murmured softly as he finally moved over a different patch of wires.
Curiosity was poking the cat. "And... what of your daughter and her sparkmate?"
A wire was angrily cut, causing the bundle to untangle and Cade to curse when his hand was burnt from a flying spark. Soon looking up, he begun to move the wires back in place and secure them together. "Because she's gone Miss," he explained quietly. "When the cons were blowin up the cities, the government ended up doin it too. They claimed it was because there could be Transformers there or there... and one of the targets was her city. I couldnt say a thing- I was a criminal at that point."
He didnt say anything else, climbing over Hot Rod's faceplate and beginning to press the metal flat and trying to pull out any large bullets he could. His mood had dropped, his eyes glazed and mind wandering to his patient below. Chromia simply sat, arm having dropped from Bee and servo removed from Hide before she apologized softly. A simple grunt from Cade explained that he didnt need any apology, and simply let it be. After a while, Hot Rod was patched enough to move and to live. A real medic would have to look over him but that was besides the point.
Crosshairs then looked at Hide and Chromia, soon gesturing, "What brings the two of you here? I knew Prime's team was already here but reports said Hide was discharged by Sentinel."
Chromia gave a half shouldered shrug. "I got here after a place called Chicago was hit and damaged by Sentinel. I was looking for Hide- and Ive been managing to avoid all the petty fighting. Seeing a crying child and his mother refrained me from causing drastic damage when the place was fully civilized." At this point, she looked to Loora and slowly arched an optic ridge. "I dont believe you're from the same area as.. Cade. You're Lorra, correct?"
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 15, 2017 14:28:48 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
Not once did it occur to her that nobody even knew her name. She'd introduced herself as Lorra to Crosshairs, but everyone else learned her nickname from him. A bit embarrassed she gave a thin-lipped sheepish smile. "Lorraine Isabelle Solomon. But yea, it's Lorra." She answered, stepping away from her fruitless attempt at fixing the situation. "I'm actually Canadian." A little shrug, and then she was limping over to Hot Rod, scowling up at Cade as he worked. "You and I are going to have matching scars if you don't stop moving." She tried sounding like her usual self, but now that she'd heard about his daughter there was a sympathetic gleam in her dark navy eyes. She wouldn't say anything- no that was her and Crosshairs's new little secret- but she still felt for him.
She all but leaped from her skin when Ironhide moved, head twisting to turn her face toward the truck that's engine now rumbled and lights had flipped on. His six tires began to rotate, pulling the big crimson figure backward and pulling away. She kept her lips pressed shut, nerves twitching in her gut as he moved farther down the road. He looked almost like he was going to chase down the Decepticons, but then he was on his feet and out of his alt once again and had picked up a street sign and thrown it through a window. The muffled sounds of Ironhide shattering glass and breaking concrete was hard to ignore, but Lorra did it. She always turned to a punching bag in times of stress too- she couldn't blame him even in the slightest for it.
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Post by Tals on Jul 15, 2017 15:04:06 GMT -5
"Canadian?" Chromia echoed curiously, helm tilting. What was a canadian? Her processor knew enough that it was probably a region of the earth that held different humans and cultures- much like Cybertron had with Kaon and Iacon. The gladitorial pits vs the mechs and femmes who really... dont know how to fight hand to hand and with a vicious attitude.
Cade had looked over at Lorra when she spoke to him, body slowly moving and sliding down Hot Rod's faceplate and stood there on the concrete. He gave her a small smile, feeling his cheeks flush a tinge of pink when he was somewhat shirtless. "Now matching scars are better than matching tattoos, right?" He asked playfully, giving her a gentle nudge before giving a small snort. Crosshairs was glaring at the back of Cade's head, a little look of jealousy on his face.
Chromia had turned around when Hide broke apart and reassembled. Her figure slowly rose, moving over and setting a servo on his shoulder blades. Fans whirred softly, optics dimming and seeming to silently question if he wanted to let it out some other way. She knew that punching bags or letting out steam with kicks and throws would be good, but talking about it could be better
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 15, 2017 15:38:18 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
"Matching scars are better than matching tattoos." Lorra confirmed with a little laugh, patting her multitude of pockets before she found what she was looking for- a little pack of gauze, a roll of medical tape, and some surgical glue. She bent, head cocked to one side and eyes narrowed. "Arm up." She didn't pay any mind to his blush: he was fit, there was nothing of concern she could see despite the obvious gash in his side, and as she peeled up his bloodied shirt she saw that it wasn't half as bad as she'd predicted. "You're going to need stitches." She told him, putting the plastic-covered package of gauze between her teeth and reaching for yet another pocket- this time pulling out the baggie that contained a curved needle and some saved thread. "You can either lay down and let me do it, or I'll give you a lighter and you can do it yourself." She had too much stuff. The only reason she wore her cargo pants was for the pockets and all the medical eqquipment she could fit in them- she couldn't exactly carry her duffel around everywhere.
The welcome distraction had her capable of ignoring her own light-headedness and the commotion going on down the street, brows pinched and eyes narrowed. Removind her hand from her side, she glanced down and caught one look at her red painted fingers before the color drained from her face. She pressed the back of her hand to her lips- a mistake as shecould smell her own blood coloring her palm- and tried not to gag right then and there. What was wrong with her? Cade's blood didn't bug her. So why was hers so bad? Ugh.
Thankfully, Crosshairs was there making a perfectly laughable face that she could focus on. She gave him her own little smile, a quiet promise that it was okay- he didn't need to get testy just because she was helping Cade, it used to be in her job description.
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Post by Tals on Jul 16, 2017 21:02:37 GMT -5
"I may be a mechanic, but I cant rebuild myself worth crap," he remarked jokingly, arm raising. His brow arched, looking at Lorra with a small worry that crossed over his features. However, joining them was Crosshairs' holoform. His long coat swished, and the few strands of stray hair curled out and over his forehead to tickle at his eyelashes. The autobot moved over to help, removing a cloth like a handkerchief and taking Lorra's bloodied hand and whipping it clean. Afterwards, his massive palm rested over her wound and his blue orbs bore into a very confused Cade.
"A'ight cowboy, no distractin' the doc. She cant properly sew you together if you cause any sudden movements," he teased, earning a huff of breath from the man before him.
"You're both like Lucky Charms and Tess," Cade grunted out, eyes turning away and to a highly amused Hot Rod. Joining them not long later was Chromia's holoform. She had quickly adapted to it, and chose an outfit she figured out would suit. Her hair was somewhat short, a large curve up and curled over like a stray bang across her forehead from a bandana. Tassels were long and hung at the base of her skull. Her hair was a brown color, with a tint of a deep royal blue and her eyes the same bright blue of that of her alt form. She wore a jacket that ended just below her chest, with a high rising collar and a silver compressing underarmor top. Below were tactical pants that were filled with different smaller weapons and combat boots. Strapped to her back was a large hammer- her preferred weapon of choice.
"I have come to see the world from your... point of view," Chromia told Lorra and Cade seriously, arms crossing below her chest before she added, "I have forgotten to introduce myself, and the.." she paused to glance at Hide's alt behind her. "The mech behind me. My name is Chromia, and this is my sparkmate, Ironhide. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Solomon, and...?"
"Cade, Cade Yeager," the Texan offered with a kind smile.
"Mr. Yeager." It was small tip of her head before a hand was offered, gloved palm outstretched and fingers wiggling free of the cover they once had while Cade gently shook it.
"Its a pleasure to meet you Mrs...." Cade awkwardly trailed off, Crosshairs beginning to look amused as Chromia arched a brow when he struggled to form words. "Mrs. Chromia."
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
egΔ± .. on Jul 16, 2017 21:32:56 GMT -5
Lorraine Solomon.
She didn't know everybody could do that. Interested, but incapable of commenting now, Lorra set to work on her mediocre work on Cade, sewing up his side easily enough before she wiped it off with an alcohol swab and taped down gauze. "Good as new and all in under twenty minutes. New record." She murmured to herself, lifting herself upright and giving a little huff. Proud of her work as she may be, she plucked at only one of Crosshairs's fingers and decided- nope- that wasn't happening. So she left his hand there and turned her face away, gagging yet again into the back of one hand. God, she was such a wimp. So she re-focused her attention on the humanized autobots around her, giving a wane smile to Cade. "It's just Chromia, Cade. Chromia and Mr. Chromia. Tt- don't you have any tact?" She reprimanded lightly, turning her face into the green coat she knew so much better when it was made of metal.
She leaned into the warm cloth, eyes closed and taking a short breath in an attempt to steady her erratic heartbeat. She had to do something about herself- the question is, what? She knew realistically that she'd be alright without stitches- glue would undoubtedly do the job just fine- but she didn't know if she could look at it long enough for that. Maybe she'd take a hot iron and just cauterize the wound. Who needed modern medicine anyway?
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Jul 22, 2017 16:18:14 GMT -5
(He's back again, and about time too! Finals suck, nuff said. Heres some new chars to have fun with)
Name: Dr. Rymara Age: Mid 20s Race: Human Alliance: Unknown
Standing at 6'2, Rymara has an imposing look about her. Her face is is slender, which matches the rest of her body. Her skin is quite pale. Her silver hair is long, drooping around her elbows, and is usually not tied in any fashion. Her green eyes give her a piercing gaze through her glasses. Her usual attire is a dark grey dress with a lighter green top, and a white long coat. She holds herself with an air of authority, and is highly intelligent. She speaks with a Brittish accent
Rymara has a dry sense of humor, and dislikes having her time wasted. However on the whole she is mostly pleasent to be around. She tends to look at the world from a very logical stance, making her seem cold hearted at times.
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Name: Remus Age: Unknown Race: Cybertronian Alliance: Unknown
Remus is an extremely large cybertronian wolf, with a humanoid alt. His outer fur is a shade of dark green, with an outer layer of silver. His eyes are bright gold, and his voice is deep. His main weapons are razor sharp teeth and claws, plus a long range needle rifle. He is a highly skilled close range fighter. He stands in wolf form around 8'3.
He barely speaks, only when it is nescisary, and only follows instructions from Rymara. No exceptions.
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Post by Tals on Jul 23, 2017 23:05:05 GMT -5
They both look good!! Ill add em tomorrow!
Also sorry i havent been on y'all, i just got busy with my last summer meet of the year so i had to focus on that))
I'll reply tomorrow ~
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Post by Tals on Jul 24, 2017 22:10:07 GMT -5
Cade looked at Lorra when she said Mr. Chromia- a brow raising upwards in a curious arch before he pursed his lips and took a tilted look the other way. He honestly couldn't figure out how this whole martial system worked with the Cybertronains. Sparkmates? What were those? Quite clearly a partner, or even a wife and husband figure. His brows rose, watching as Chromia's holoform shifted and came to a perch on the armor of Hot Rod and inspect them with intensely glowing blue orbs. Her eyes shifted, head curiously tilting at Lorra's question.
"Tract?" Both Cybertronian Holoforms echoed aloud, as if somewhat curious as to what she meant before Crosshairs gave his companion a gentle little sway. His arms gently curled in a close embrace, a 'cold sweat' prickling down his spine. They didn't have a medic, and the female that might've had a remotely close contact to any medic was the one that was more intent on inspecting their trio, however, her eyes turned away disinterested. Her chin rested into a calloused palm, the tassels of her bandana swishing over one shoulder and dirtied, but tan skin warming up in the sunlight.
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Post by ΟΕΞ±gΟ
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Β Β Β Β Lorraine Solomon.
Β Β Β Β So much drama- Lorra wasn't quite sure how to handle herself in this situation- in fact, she only understood the weakening in her knees and the need to sit down. So she did just that, unwinding her arms and finding herself a spot to sit comfortably. Hanging her head and taking steadying breaths, Lorra's spine stiffened only as something flickered to life in front of her, gaze uprising to the bulky man crouching in front of her. He was colored in different hues of partially transparent blues, and beams of a pale light originated from it like strings to a puppet. Looking beyond the man, she saw Ironhide had rejoined them, composed now it seemed though he was once again silent in his alt. The man shifted, a callous hand indicating toward her pocket. She followed his finger be removed her surgical glue, holding it out with a little frown. She could actually watch the light form into multicolored little particles, solidifying until thick digits could wrap around the glue bottle, uncap the lid, and gesture for her to lift her shirt. She did so, turning her face away and gritting her teeth as her skin was pinched. Immediate relief followed the ministrations, she sitting perfectly still until the holoform projected wordlessly rose. The half empty bottle fell through paling hands, falling into her lap moments before the projection disappeared entirely. Uttering a quiet thanks, she left Ironhide again to his sulking and raked her fingers back through her hair, sucking down a strained breath through barely parted lips.
She just... she needed a moment. Her brain worked to catch up, recalling tidbits of information she'd gathered in the last twenty four hours. She was with the Autobots, whom were waiting for Prime- their actual leader- to come back. Until then, it was fight Decepticons and try not to be killed. "Shouldn't..." Her thought trailed off, brows pinching as she sought out the right words and turned her stare on Cade. "Ironhide and Chromia just reappeared for the first time in years. Isn't it possible there's more Autobots? In hiding or still in space maybe?" She suggested, lips tugged into a light frown. She was trying her very best to be helpful, but given the conditions, she was horribly naive to the facts. "If you're confident Prime or whoever is coming back, I'd think a bigger welcome back party would be in order." a grim little smile, pressing her fingertips gingerly to her side and testing out the tender skin. It should hold up fine long as she didn't do anything stupid.
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Aromantic
Jack
The Meta Lord
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Post by Jack on Aug 4, 2017 21:46:19 GMT -5
(Y'know what? I'm not even gonna say anything to jynx it this time)
MLs eyes flickered on as he lay on the ground. "Well, i guess thats one crisis averted. Too bad you missed the fun, but it was your choice. Or was it? Maybe someone else chose for you?" said Dusk. "I'm guessing you did this?" said ML. "Maaaaybe" said Dusk. "Dusk! Did you fix the Autobot yet?" asked Spire. "Yup, good as new, if when he was new he was rusty scrap heap buried for a few years" replied Dusk. "Good enough. That should get Cade off my back" said Spire. "Why do i get the feeling i missed something big?" ML thought, before trying to remember what had happened. Something about a signal...
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