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  1. Yesterday
  2. I just need one of my characters approved. I asked on the discord, but I’m guessing there might be a limit on how many characters we can have. I’m not allowed to get rid of the other characters from dead RPs though. It’s the SOUNDWAVE one (all caps is intentional). Could not be showing up because of that too. Thanks!
  3. Last week
  4. For a few seconds after Trent and Kate had gotten out of the car, the holo was left staring at the green bills. Ah, my first wad of Statesian currency! What could I buy with this? Perhaps a new spaceship? Who said we have to fix the Hope? It then dawned upon him that he had no way to interact safely with the rectangular pieces of paper. On second thought, maybe I should just hand these and any others over to Perceptor, see what he makes of this raw resource. While he blocked the street, contemplating what to do with the proceeds of his new job, another Decepticon drone attacked, this one fairly more menacing than the last. Rudely leaving a big recess on his hood and roaring over him, Overcharge quickly fought back. "What's wrong with you really?! I can't even complete a fare?!" he exclaimed before siphoning energy off the nearby energy lamps and transformer boxes. He didn't really have a need for more energy, but instead wanted to stun the stego, which was between him and the energy sources. In addition, he directed some of his stored energy outwards to help in his attack. Hopefully, this would be enough to at least get the robo-dino off him. As he did this, he called for his friends on the radio. "Sargeant! Private! Scienceofficer! A drone is attacking me next to the theater! We need to get this bogey out of the town so we can kick the scrap out of him somewhere nice and quiet!"
  5. Earlier
  6. Called out, Overcharge was forced to a halt by an unlikely pair of a scruffy-looking man and a businesswoman. "Teh! I wasn't ready!", he said over the radio before both of them entered the passenger compartment. Not even giving him time for a "Good morning", the man ordered his cabbie to take both of them to the movie theater. Thinking of how best to manage the situation, he turned off incoming communications, so that the humans would not hear his team, but kept transmitting, so that his team could be aware of his own situation. "Oh, yeah, the movie theater. Haha. I know where that is..." Disoriented, he started driving around the central district and hoped the humans would entertain themselves long enough for him to find the thing on his own. As the driver made his way down the street, Trent thought about what Kate had said before, although there wasn’t much to think about. Once she made it clear she wasn’t too fond of his job, Trent knew he had to find a compromise. “Is Final Destination out? The trailer for it seemed ok.” Kate asked him, breaking him out of his trance. “I think so? We’re gonna have to check when we get there.” Trent turned away from the girl and back to the window, ending the discussion quick. “Honey.” She stated once she realized something was wrong. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I-“ “So how long have you been a driver?” Trent called out to Overcharge’s holo, hoping to steer the conversation away from what Kate was saying. “I haven’t seen a teal taxi here. Kinda catches your attention since it’s different.” The hologram of Mr. Dallas appeared surprised when the man used him to divert the conversation from his own personal issues. Particularly, he was taken aback by the fact the teal was unusual for a taxi. Hound hadn't said anything about that when he picked his alt mode. "Is that so... no, nevermind, that's what we want. We're new here... a new company. We figured the teal would be great because people will want to try something new. Glad it's working." As per usual, Overcharge was able to come up with an excuse quickly, but perhaps it was too elaborate. As they talked, he kept roaming the streets, looking for the theater. Leaning forward to hear the driver better, Trent couldn’t help but shake the familiarity of the driver. “Man, he kinda looks like Bruce Willis!” Mr. Frosted Tips thought to himself. Kate, on the other hand, could tell the cab was new. It didn’t smell terrible like most cabs, although Trent bringing the garbage smell with him could’ve attributed to it. What also caught her attention was the fact that the driver didn’t seem to know exactly where the theater actually was. “We’ve passed the pharmacy already. Are you sure you know where the theater is?” She asked the holo. “You better not be trying to scam us, cause I will-“ Trent put his hand out, once again trying to change a conversation. “Like he said, he’s new. Just give him some time… just take a left up here.” “Oh, yeah, sorry. Left." The car, heading in a different direction, swerved to change course. Fortunately, no cars were on its way, but it was a rather sudden move for the passengers. However, before they could say anything, the theater was immediately in sight, and the teal taxi had parked right in front. "Well, I truly hope you've enjoyed your trip." the holo said pleasantly, while the rear right door opened on its own for the passengers to exit the vehicle. "Safe travels, friend!" “Keep the change!” Trent (thankfully) put the money on the middle armrest instead of handing it to the hollow holo. While Kate wasn’t a fan of the drive, they at least made it there in one piece. Until the robotic Stegosaurus showed up. The dinosaur, adorned in an ugly puke green and magenta paint scheme, was bigger than the average SOUNDWAVE drone, but still smaller than any of the Autobots. It was only a few seconds between the stego jumping off the theater’s balcony and the hood of Overcharge, slamming down on him with his claws. Dozens of civilians screamed as they ran from the scene, all except for Trent and Kate, who hid behind the ticket till. “I-I-what the hell is that?!?!” Trent yelled, only for Kate to cover his mouth. “Shhh! You want it to eat us or something?” Kate squinted at the writing on the side. The lettering was clearly not English, Russian, or anything from this planet that she knew of. To Cybertronians though, this said one thing. Slugfest.
  7. “No one has yet claimed the attack, but the President has announced…” A somewhat functioning tv sat in the corner of a coffee shop, showing a headline saying “UNIDENTIFIED OBJECT DOWNS THREE US JETS” alongside footage of the wreckage. No one in the shop is really playing attention to the program though, especially two patrons closest to the front door. “You know, maybe if you took things seriously, you’d finally get a job that didn’t involve garbage every day.” The woman took a sip of her coffee after pushing her shoulder length black hair aside, the light brown latte matching her skin tone. She dressed much more professionally then the person sitting across from her, his ripped jeans and faded leather jacket clashing with her business blouse. “Hey! Garbage collectors keep this town clean! I think I oughta get some respect!” Suddenly, a black and green sports car sped across the coffee shop, easily noticed by the two. “Isn’t that your dream car, Trent? How are you gonna get one of those on your salary?” The girl stated, finishing her drink. “Well, luckily I know this girl named Kate who can help out with the payments.” His frosted tips stood tall as he spoke, confident in his master plan for a sport car. Like the military jets on the news though, this was immediately shot down. “Yeah right, you’re not getting a penny for some loud death trap like that!” The two’s teasing stopped as they both laughed, smiling at each other. “Heh, where would I be without you?” Trent threw some money on the table, following Kate out of the shop as the tv zoomed in on an extremely grainy photo. The newscasters argued about what the triangular shaped vehicle was, ignoring the faint purple logo on the side of it… The couple held hands as they walked down the streets of Oaklio, various small shops adorning the land. While the town wasn’t packed, a good amount of people walked and drove around the cities famous landmark, Trent and Kate not even looking at the statue they’ve seen a thousand times. What did catch their attention was the newspaper stand near them. The front page talked about a strange power outage in one of the towns north of Oaklio. “I swear, something’s been going on these past couple of weeks. Like, something weird…” Kate uttered quietly. “Who knows, maybe aliens are attacking. OooOooOoo!” Trent wiggled his fingers while they walked past a red SVU in a parking lot, making Kate scoff and chuckle. “You said ALIENS, not ghosts. Aliens aren’t as spooky… are they?” The SVU pointed itself directly at the statue, it’s driver staring intently at the massive white lion made out of oak. “It’s preposterous, Buzzsaw. Lions are not native to North America.” The metal bird hid itself in the passengers seat as Perceptor’s holo adjusted its glasses. The metal plaque gave more detail about the painted craving, talking about how a white lion protected the natives for many years from threats, only for it to disappear a few hundred years ago. The Science Officer wondered how such a crazy myth could’ve even started. The couple continued their trek, with Kate noticing an Army Jeep parked in a nearby alley. “Wait a minute, how about you become a military man? We could travel the world that way.” Trent definitely didn’t feel the same way. “You gotta chillax, girl. I don’t like the idea some Army guy being in control of my life… wait, I got it!” Kate jumped up at the raised voice. “What? You got a good job idea?” “No, not about that. I think we should go to the movies. Get your mind off of this ‘job hunt’ thing. Not a fan of you trashing my work, pun intended.” Trent smiled at his clever choice of words. “You know I’m teasing you, honey. Buuuuut, maybe you could had bright idea before he walked home, the theater is all the way across town now!” Out of the corner of his eye, Trent found a solution to their predicament. “TAXI!” He called out to the teal taxi driving down the road, standing in the road waving his hand out, Kate had to pull him back onto the sidewalk. “You’re gonna get yourself killed! Let the taxis do their job.” As the two got inside of the cab, Trent didn’t waste any time. “The movie theater, please.” He exclaimed to the strangely familiar looking taxi driver.
  8. Hot shot was too busy admiring himself to listen to Basically anything else that was said but when he did tune in he got the jist. Make an organic hologram and blend in. He made his hologram look like one of those action heros you see in racing movies, bald with normal clothes but very muscular. For the time they drove off road Hot shot had a rough time he wasn't fully built for that and the off road time was getting dirt and mud all over him something he wasn't a fan of. Once they got to the pavement he was more then happy he sped up and raced ahead till he had no idea where they were going so he slowed down and put himself behind the hound. After they reached the town it was suggested they look around and observe. Hot Shot liked that idea! He sped off in any direction telling the other bots to eat his dust. "Sounds good! Don't blame me if I learn more than you bots do!" At first he was racing around but realized if he got caught by the local authorities it could be an issue. Because of that, Hot Shot slowed his pace. After a while Hot Shot found a car show showing a plethora of muscle cars and tuners. As he looked around he knew this was his kind of place. He found a place and parked his heavily tinted windows to help him not be as noticed as he listened into passing by organics.
  9. Excited to finally speak to a real human, Overcharge eagerly followed Hound, Perceptor and Hot Shot through the forest. While his own experience with his past alt mode helped him traverse the terrain with more ease than his fellow crewmembers, the land yacht he had based his new appearance on was less willing to negotiate with dirt and mud. As they found a paved road, the land yacht in him found itself grateful for the softer ride. Inside, a there was a holo of a well-built man with receding blonde hair, wearing aviator sunglasses and a black jacket with an orange shirt. Having watched a movie about a flying taxi driver and a woman with red hair, this was Overcharge's idea of an average American cabbie. Wanting to look his best for his first human passenger, the teal Bot had stored some energy within himself, planning to use it to clean his exterior when no eyes were looking his way. He found his chance at the end of a tunnel they were driving on - as he drove out of it, Overcharge purged the drying mud and the dust. However, when his optics adjusted to the light, he was met with a sight far more beautiful than his own clean bonnet: Earth's beautiful landscape. Mesmerized by it, the Autobot said almost nothing during their journey. When they arrived in Oaklio, he regained his speech. This city was apparently not as advanced as the one in the movie. For one, there were no hovercars, which allowed him and the others to blend in all the better. When Sargeant Hound proposed they split up and keep talking over the radio, Overcharge agreed and headed for the center. The first order of the day was to get a feel for the surroundings and layout of the town. Reconnaisance was his job after all! Oblivious, the Autobot Corporal paraded around the settlement, having forgotten his top light on as he memorized landmarks, observed other vehicles and tried to follow traffic rules. Hmmm. I should've left a little dirt on. 12% dirt seems to be fashionable around here.
  10. This takes place between Part 1 and 2 of TF Break You know what it feels like to be worshipped? Of course you don’t. Cybertronians like me are like… one in a million or something. Sure, technically EVERY Cybertronian is special compared to most species, but the ones like me? We’re different. We’re legends. “BLITZY!!! Come on, show us again!” Ten beautiful Cybertronian female types, ordained with the best jewelry credits could buy, laid on cushy couches next to the honored owner of the penthouse. The extravagant flat was one of many inside one of the tallest skyscrapers on the entire planet. Thethnia. Such a beautiful place. So many beautiful women, tasty drinks, and best of all, no war. Thank Primus this place hasn’t been touched yet. I don’t care about Lord Megapsycho or that Autocon Prime as long as they stay away from me. “Ok ladies, one more time.” The purple and gray Cybertronian they seemed to be so infatuated with changed into a tank before their optics. I know. I know. Why do I need to transform into a war machine when I’m not even apart of the war? It’s an actual question. Why did I pick a tank? A few of the ladies clapped, but that wasn’t why they were here. The tank then changed not back into a robot, but into a jet. The women cheered with joy, perhaps a little too much considering how much they’ve drank this night. The cheers fueled the jet’s ego, changing back into his robot form. I’m Blitzwing. I’m what they call a triple changer. Pretty much the coolest Cybertronian on the planet, to be perfectly honest. Never even met someone like me, though I know they’re out there. Hopefully I don’t meet them though. Rather not have any competition. “Blitzy, you are soooo amazing.” A blue colored bot chatted with the triple changer, leaning to whisper in his ear. “You know what I think? We should ditch the others and have some fun.” Curious about the offer, Blitzwing didn’t wish to deny the beautiful woman, but leaving the others behind? “I don’t know…” He responded, only for the girl to grab his arm, pulling him away. “Pretty please?” Hearing the sad sighs from the others, he had to make a decision. “Don’t worry ladies, I’ll be back soon.” The blue bot led Blitzwing into one of the many rooms he had in his penthouse. Yes, she’s kinda pushy, but I can’t deny that sleek exterior… The door slid closed behind them as the blue bot tossed the triple changer on a bed, only to smack the door’s control panel, locking them in. “Geez, let’s cut to the chase, Blitzwing. Why are you REALLY not apart of the war?” She sobered up quickly. “Ok, this is going way too fast for me. Who are you?” Blitzwing got off the bed, only for the blue bot to push him back on it. “Stay down. I’d rather not have your little harem find a corpse.” The sleek bot uttered while pulling up a datapad. “I’m agent Mirage with the Autobots. The only reason I’m telling you this is because you’re very useful to us.” She’s lying. This was-wait, who said that?-anyways, this was not the way I imagined my night would end, but I’ve had weirder things happen in drunken stupors. “Useful? Lady, you’re gonna have to be more specific then that. What, do you want to dissect my body? Find out what makes me tick so that you can create an army of triple changers. Gotta admit that sounds more like a Mega… Megastorm thing. It’s Megastorm, right? Doesn’t seem very Primey to do that.” Blitzwing continued to prattle on and on, only for Mirage to jam a pistol into his neck. “Countless Cybertronians die in this war, scraphead! You have the power to change that and you just sit up here with the rich folk. It’s not the fame. It’s the FEAR.” She smirked when she said this, knowing Blitzwing agreed. She’s good, isn’t she? There it is again. She didn’t say that. What is going on with my memory bank? “I am fearful, considering the fact you got a gun shoved into me. Don’t you know weapons aren’t allowed in Thethnia?” Blitzwing stared at the firearm through his visor, watching as she holstered it. “Explain your alt modes, Mr. Pacifist. A tank and a fighter jet? You could do some serious damage.” ‘Cause blowing up stuff is fun. Who doesn’t want to fly? WHO IS SAYING THAT? “Look Mirage. Now is not the time for… whatever this is. Can you please just leave?” Desperately wanting to be alone, the blue bot complied. “This is only the beginning, ‘Blitzy’. We’ll be in touch.” The sleek Autobot was then replaced with… nothing. What? How did she do that? One nanocycle she was there, the next she was gone. Talk about a weirdo though. I don’t think threatening my life after pretending to love me was a very good idea. Heh, you can say that again! Also, none of these women love you. They want your money. Blitzwing grasped his head, jumping off the bed as if he was in pain. However, no pain erupted from any of his circuits. “Who are you?! Get out of my head!” Hearing knocks outside of the room, Blitzwing tried to open the door, but to no avail. Stop pretended like you’re the one in complete control. We can all share. Yeah, sharing is caring! Please stop. I’m Blitzwing. I’m the ONLY Blitzwing. WE’RE Blitzwing. It’s time for you to share. Stop. No. STOP! Get out of my head! No. Why is this happening to me?! No screams came from the Cybertronian as he held his head, his memory banks racing with emotion from three sources. Blitzwing learned he wasn’t just a triple changer that day. He also had a triple persona. With every positive, there’s a negative on the opposite side. — “What did you learn?” Sentinel Prime sat by his office desk as he talked with Mirage, her optics glancing around room as she noticed various medals honoring the Prime. “Not much, but it was clear his other personalities were messing with him.” “Did they talk with you?” “No, he seems to still be in the early stages of TC rot. I bet his head is a mess right now.” Sentinel sighed, a defeating look on his face appearing. “I’ve dealt with Triple Changers before. They’re treated like legends, but something in their memory banks just… crack. Continue the mission with him. He’s going to help all the help he can get.” “Don’t worry, sir. He may be a shallow womanizer, but I was getting kinda used to the luxury. I’ll find a cure for him somehow.”
  11. “I believe everyone is now ready for our adventure.” Switching off the computer, Perceptor began to transform, only for Hound to put his hand out. “Not quite, buddy.” Hound stated as he transformed. The Jeep then suddenly created a human out of thin air in the driver’s seat! “Wait! That’s not how the organics create life! Unless…” Upon further inspection, Perceptor realized the human was nothing but a lifelike hologram. Hound’s was styled like himself, having a standard military crew cut and a camo jacket on. “There’s no way we’ll be able to get away with not having drivers.” The Jeep’s hologram exclaimed, surprising the Science Officer. “I’ve studied holograms for a while, but they’re still very limited. Can’t leave the seat or do much else beside look like they’re driving. I’d be best if humans didn’t get TOO close of a look at them.” Perceptor was concerned about the holograms, but was still thankful the green Autobot would be able to relay this tactic onto them. “Well then, Autobots. It is time to roll out.” — The invisibility tech to hide the Hope worked like a charm as the four drove out of the mountain. Buzzsaw sat in the passengers seat of Perceptor, his holo staring directly forward. It seemed the red Cybertronian was correct in his assessment that the holo’s design were dependent on their personality, with Hound calling his “nerdy”. Big glasses, a black sweater with a buttoned up shirt underneath, and brown hair with a speck of gray to it were the most obvious standouts to the Science Officer. The ride out of the forest was bumpy even for the SUV, making him wonder if Overcharge and Hot Shot had it worse. Nevertheless, it wasn’t long until the four made it to a main road. Perceptor was thankful the smooth trek, even through the road was quite windy, going on the side of smaller mountains and tunnels. The delicacy of the landscape amazed the Science Officer, with Hound even taking in some of the beauty. About an hour passed as the group finally made it to their destination, Oaklio. Like the blurry picture showed, the town was surrounded by evergreen trees, with a majority of the buildings looking like they were made of wood. “Oaklio. Population: 18,476. Officially established in 1901, the town is getting ready for its 100th anniversary.” Perceptor communicated with the group through each of their radios, something Hound also taught them. The SUV listed off many aspects that seemed typical of a smaller town like this. “It’ll be useful to ‘people watch’, as Hound called it.” The four, parked atop a hill that lowered into the town, started to make their way down, only for Hound to speak up. “We should probably split up. I just realized our little convoy driving together might cause a few heads to turn.” “Good idea, Hound.” Perceptor said as the four officially turned into the city. “We’ll keep in tough with our radios in case anything goes wrong.” Perceptor took a right at a stop sign, with Hound taking a left. While he was extremely interested in studying the humans, the Science Officer read about a myth pertaining to the town. While Perceptor believed in , not myths, something about the idea of a white lion piqued his interest…
  12. Collab Overcharge was excited to establish contact with the local sentience. He had been hanging out with Hound and hearing all his stories about the humans and their way of life. While the circunstances behind the Hope's arrival to Earth were tragic, it was a far more interesting place than Krogo VI, as described by the Sargeant. Particularly, the locals had a more recent civilization than the Cybertronians, but they were advanced enough to start gathering in urbanized settlements not unlike the cities he had fought in, centuries ago. “Ah! There you are, Overcharge!” Perceptor watched as the Corporal joined him and Hound. The red Autobot was curious to see what type of contraption Overcharge wished to transform into. “Today’s the day you’ll finally pick a disguise.” The display showed an array of vehicles, from small buggy’s to large semis. “You can pick now. I’ve already chosen.” Hound stared intently while the Science Officer transformed into… a large microscope? “It’s actually similar to my Cybertronian alt mode. Just perfect for me!” The massive microscope stated to the two. The only response from Hound was a sigh. “Something like that may have worked back home, but microscopes aren’t that big here…” Hound stated, pointing at the view screen. “You’re gonna have to pick a vehicle too, cause that’s far from a disguise.” Changing back into his Robot form, Perceptor surrendered his idea. “I’m not too experienced with driving, but if you think I should… Nevertheless, I’ll still let Overcharge pick something first.” Hot Shot watched the group. He was excited and couldn't wait to pick. He watched the rest of the group giddy as he looked at each of them. “Come on get those gears moving! I'm excited to look at these Human vehicles! And I'm equally excited to see what you bots pick!" You could see hot shots gears turning as the ideas spun around in his head. Given the opportunity to choose, Overcharge stepped forward and looked for the one. This was not a decision to take lightly, given that appearances were very important to humans. For that purpose, he had made up his mind a while ago. His optics scoured the screen, looking for those special vehicles Hound had told him about. When they landed on a full-size sedan, painted yellow with checkers and bright signs advertising a human-edible item, he knew it had to be that one. Overcharge then made his best effort to adopt it as its alt mode, getting the smallest details right... and overlooking the biggest red flag: he was still teal. Excited, he exclaimed: "This will allow me to get up close and personal with them!" One of his roles being infiltration, the teal Autobot figured taxis served his purpose of gathering information just right. Hound also felt the taxi was a good choice for him. “I like the design. It’ll fit well in Oaklio.” Perceptor realized then that he hadn’t let the entire team know where exactly they would even be going! “Oh goodness, I haven’t told you two about our destination yet!” Using this opportunity, he brought up pictures on the Mobile. Evergreen trees stood tall around a small town, but the picture quality wasn’t too clear for more details. “Oaklio is the closest town west of Mt. Bison. Hound says it’s size will be perfect for more analysis of the organics, but I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll see it soon enough.” Bringing the pictures of vehicles back up, he continued. “Hot Shot. You can pick next.” “Actually, Perceptor. I think we should just get yours out of the way.” Hound went up to the keyboard to bring up various larger scaled vehicles for the Science Officer. While not a huge Autobot by any means, Perceptor was the biggest of the group. Plus, the shoulder scope would need to be accounted for in this new mode. Still bummed that the microscope isn’t going to work, Perceptor spent more time trying to pick the perfect mode. “I have an idea!” The red Autobot quickly transformed into a red SUV in the middle of the three. As for the scope, it contracted and folded atop of the roof, looking as if they were human supplies. “That took quite a bit of finessing, but I think I got it.” Transforming back, Perceptor knew he had to get used to his new body, even though stylistically it wasn’t too different. “I apologize, Hot Shot. You can choose now.” Hot Shot raced forward after everyone picked their vehicles it was finally his turn and he knew what he wanted.... Or he thought after seeing the various cars and body styles he got stuck. He flipped through the images over and over. It took him some time but he finally came to a mode he could be proud of. It was sleek stylish and most importantly fast. “Hot Shot scanned the vehicle and quickly transformed to show off his new jet back tuner car with some green accents. He rev'd his engine and yelled out as as his tired spun around. “Woohoo! Man have I got the need for speed!" He spun his whole chassis around then transformed back into bot mode which looked for the most part the same as before.
  13. This takes place between Part 2 and 3 of TF Break The torture seemed to never stop. Constant playbacks of the events filled one Decepticon’s head. Every single Nanocycle had to be managed in a way so that he wouldn’t allow it to take control of him. He sat in the corner of a small room all by himself, tracing the scars no medic could fix. Many times, he contemplated just erasing his data banks. Sure, it would essentially restart him mentally, but the nightmares would be over. Everytime he wanted to try, he’d stop. The pain he had suffered for cycles made him a better Cybertronian. A better fighter. A better Decepticon. But he wasn’t always his way. He stood up off of his chair, gripping the top of it tightly. At one point, he was a loyal soldier. He believed that he would die honorably protecting the people he cared about. Only problem was that they never cared about him. Second in command of the Autobots and they never came for him. A permanent crack in his visor disrupted the Cybertronian’s vision constantly, but it was the least of his issues as he stared at the chair, tossing it into the metal wall. It cracked in two instantly, dropping to the floor as he looked downward. “Why, Prowl, why?” He muttered softly. — The memories in his head took him back to where his new life began. After he was captured by the Decepticons, Lord Megatron had his fun with the soldier, cutting deep wounds into him as he tortured for no reason. His information on the Hope no longer mattered. Megatron just wanted to see him suffer, and once his plaything bored him, Prowl was tossed aside. Prowl assumed he would be killed, but instead he was tossed into the deep underbelly of the pyramid, which he later learned was the Decepticon’s main base called The Complex. Left in a dark cell, Prowl only ever heard two things. The chatter of the guards, and screams. Many, many screams. Thankfully, the gossip of the guards gave him some sort of entertaining. He learned the Hope went MIA shortly after it launched. Prowl assumed it was captured in secret, with only the highest ranked Decepticons knowing of it, but he’d never know for sure. The guards loved to gossip about Sentinel Prime as well. Their biased perspective on his leader amused him, since Sentinel would be destroying them once he took over this complex. He never did. Not once was their any indication that any Autobot would be coming to save him, but he still believed. As cycles passed, he believed less and less. Eventually, Prowl knew he had to break out himself. It took time, but the Autobot fashioned a shiv out of a piece of his thigh. It hurt for sure, but it was the only way for his plan to work. Rations were few and far between. a plate slid into the bottom of his door once in a while, with Prowl deciding to fast. The small meal sat there, untouched by the soldier for a period of time. Once the next meal came, the guard pulled out what he thought would be an empty plate. “Better not be dead, scar bot!” The guard slowly opened the door to see Prowl crouched on the floor, his head held downward. “Scrap! Lord Megatron is gonna kill me!” Instead, the Autobot took care of that for the Decepticon leader, jamming the shiv into the guard’s neck. With no time to waste, he grabbed the dead guards pistol, taking a right as he many unmarked cells just like his along the sides of the hallway. He had no clue where he was going, the entire area feeling like a maze as one hallway turned into two, then three. Sometimes a guard would see him for a bit, only to end up with a blaster bolt to the head. Prowl’s aim never got rusty. His chassis on the other hand… After 8 confirmed kills, he finally found an elevator, only to be greeted by the one Cybertronian he wished he’d never see again. “Hello Prowl.” Lord Megatron exclaimed once the elevator doors slid open. “Come with me.” The Autobot’s weapon raised up, only for Megatron to crush it with his barehands, grabbing Prowl by the arm to pull him in. “Impressive display out there. You almost had a shot at escaping.” Megatron smirked at the Autobot in the elevator. “I’m joking, of course. Some lowlife in my ranks would’ve filled you with holes by now. Do you know why I’ve kept you functional after so long?” Prowl didn’t respond. “Nothing? I didn’t cut your voice-box out all those cycles ago, did I? Ha!” Megatron’s statement continued to be met with silence as the elevator travelled upward. “Well, I’ve come across a little problem. See, I know for a fact that you and I share the same opinion on Sentinel Prime, right? I yearn for more quality soldiers like you. Resourceful ones with experience. The type who can bring me any Autobot’s head to my throne. I-.” “Is this a job offer?” Prowl interjected. “Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice to being with. The Autobots mean very little to me. Your pathetic faction means nothing to me. Stop playing with me and tell me what exactly you want or just kill me right here!!!” Lord Megatron smiled at the rage-filled Cybertronian. He knew Prowl thought he had nothing to lose as he yelled, but it still surprised him nonetheless. No Transformer he knew had the drive inside of them to backtalk to the Lord of the Decepticons like that. “So you can talk? Perhaps should let you take out that rage on someone…” — “Woooooo! Yeah! Turn him into scrap!” The cheers from hundreds of Decepticons echoed around a rundown stadium, a giant arena directly in the middle. A shield creating a bubble between the arena and patrons glowed a faint blue hue as they watched various ramps be moved around, two corpses dragged out by the arena’s crew. “Wow! Talk about a rare finish. Both ‘Cons are dead and gone!” A small Cybertronian with a faded purple paint job was connected to every speaker in the stadium, the word “Squawkbox” printed on his torso. “Hope you didn’t bet too much, because all of those credits will be donated to the funding of Lord Megatron’s 17 statue!” Cheers, along with some groans erupted from the patrons, with many drunk from too many mixed Energon drinks. “Let’s be real though, none of you cared about those two! You’re here for the main event!” Sparks flew into the sky as the coliseum doors opened on the right side of the arena. A dark blue and green figure emerged from the shadows to immediate fanfare. “The legend is here!” Squawkbox screamed through the speakers. “Once again, the leader of the Combaticons has decided to show his strength to his brethren. Give it up for Onslaught!” Multiple large weapons were welded onto the Combaticon, clearly from his Autobot victims. He raised his fists in the air to even more fanfare. “Oh yeah!” His mouth plate moving up and down as he uttered this. “Of course, he’s got some good competition! His opponent’s last 11 fights have ended in 20 kilocycles. You all know him as the lost soldier. Let’s hear it for Prowl!” From the other side of the arena came out a smaller framed Cybertronian compared to Onslaught, only carrying a sword and assault rifle in each hand. Prowl could care less that the cheering crowd loved him. He’d spent a long time being entertainment to them, but with every match, he got a new scar for them to gawk at. He stood across from the titan, knowing him well. While he never fought the group as an Autobot, their reputation proceeded them, with the other four Combaticons having a front row seat to the action. “Blow him to pieces, boss!” Brawl proclaimed as he tossed an Energon jug at the arena, the shield causing it to bounce back. “Please don’t litter, Brawl!” Blast Off scowled while the jug rolled to his feet. “Recycling helps the Decepticon cause!” “So I finally get to fight you, Prowl. I remember when you actually meant something in the war.” While Onslaught was trying to rile him up, the Combaticon did respect Prowl’s service, something few Decepticons would ever do. “I’m sorry it has to end here. You still have so much potential.” Prowl’s visor shortened as if he was squinting at the taller opponent. “…You will die here.” He stated, the bell ringing at just the perfect time. Onslaught immediately switched to his alt mode, an armored bulky vehicle with a turret on top. Not wasting any time, the minimum blared as energy bullets went toward Prowl. Thankfully, he had the advantage in speed. As he transformed into a speedy car, he went off of one of the nearby ramps set up to dodge the attack, but he knew he couldn’t keep going around him forever. Once the time was right, he launched himself over Onslaught, admittedly taking a few blasts in the process as he transformed. The crowd barely even saw the slash slide through the turret, but once Prowl landed on his feet, sword in hand, it was clear to see what happened. Onslaught transformed as the turret slid off of his back. “You’re one of those Metallikato bots, aren’t you?” The Combaticon called out. Prowl didn’t respond with his words or his rifle, which he tossed aside in favor of the sword. “Not sure where you learned that, but you’d be a useful ally with those skills. Too bad I can’t-“ He never saw it coming. The blade first slashed into his right forearm, then both thighs, only to be finished off with a jab directly into his Decepticon logo. Liquid seeped out the sides of his mouthplate as his arm and legs broke off. Whatever was left of his body fell to the ground next to the limbs, Prowl’s blade coated in the liquid. There was no scream, no acknowledgment of defeat, just death. The crowd made up for the lack of fanfare, hollering as Prowl stood tall. The Combaticons on the other hand had their jaws drop as they wanted their leader be killed so quickly, with the exception of Swindle, who was currently being handed credits from multiple patrons. “Did you seriously bet against our boss?” Vortex chastised. “What? Swordsbot was the underdog! Turned out to be a good payday.” BOOM! The shield covering the arena shut down from a pink blast hitting it, a cloaked figure jumping down into the arena. Prowl knew immediately who it was, but murmurs still came from the crowd, only to be silenced as the figure removed his cowl. Every single Cybertronian knelt at the sight on Lord Megatron standing in the arena. All except for Prowl. No one spoke a peep as they watched their Lord walk toward the winner. It was then that Prowl turned back to the carcass, chopping Onslaught’s head off with a clean slice. Grasping the head, Prowl tossed it at Megatron’s feet. “Hmmmmm. I told you I wanted Autobot heads brought to my feet all those cycles ago, not one of my greatest soldiers.” Megatron kicked the head away. “However, considering the fact that you managed to kill him in kilocycles, his abilities may have been overhyped. Time for you to leave this dump. A position just opened.” — Prowl stared back at the broken chair once his memories ended. Many cycles passed between his capture and his promotion, around 300 Earth years in fact. The mirror in his room showed him the new gold and black paint job he adorned, along with a row of his own Autobot heads to keep as trophies… Walking out of the room, he was met by his lackeys. While they had strengths, their personalities didn’t mesh well with the new Combaticon leader. Swindle, the tan and purple hatchback, was the sleaze-ball. Vortex, the gray helicopter, was shortsighted. Blast Off, the black and brown rocket ship, was sanctimonious. And Brawl, the dark green tank, was just… stupid. “Lord Megatron just gave us another op, boss.” Swindle stated. “We’re gonna have to leave soon.” Prowl’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t even ask about the mission, instead opting to motion the four to walk with him. For Prowl, he already proved himself as a quality fighter, but not yet as a leader. Nevertheless, his motion for the group to go to their ship. The missions themselves didn’t matter, only the revenge he’d get from doing them.
  14. This will be an archive of all the characters used in Transformers Break Part 3 AUTOBOTS: Earth Team (Official Name TBD) - Four Autobots who have joined forces to help this world. The group works together as equals, using their varied skills to do battle with their adversaries. Perceptor - Science Officer Overcharge - Recon/Medical Hot Shot - Scout Hound - Earth Specialist Buzzsaw - Spy Drone DECEPTICONS: SOUNDWAVE - Still mysterious, it’s goals and values continue to not be clear. However, it’s army has grown in the 300 years of stay on Earth. Rumbles, Frenzies, Ravages, and Laserbeaks are all types that are currently known. That is until… Slugfest - One of SOUNDWAVE’s drones, currently there is only one model made. The two shotguns are quite powerful for the size of the drone, as are its claws. It was first seen in Oaklio.
  15. “So those are called donuts? Fascinating…” Science Officer Perceptor navigated this “internet” Hound talked about in his lab as he stared at a picture of the treat. He wondered what the purpose of the round item truly was. A few weeks had passed since the Ravages attacked the wreckage of the Hope, no one even finding the ship since. Hound told the group that their ship was stuck at the bottom of Mt. Bison, apart of a rarely traveled forest range in Washington State. Nevertheless, Perceptor wanted to prepare, using the invisibility technology from the ship itself to cover the hole in the cargo hold with a very realistic looking mountainside. Their first act of business was to take care of the dead. While Skids’ condition hasn’t changed, it was too late for the rest. Since Cybertronian funeral customs were not possible at the time, the group decided to follow Earth’s customs, burying them along a nearby evergreen tree line. Perceptor had learned much about Earth’s customs in fact. The internet and Hound continued to give him a good idea of how the organics, humans, lived their lives. “What did you think of this Y2K problem when it happened?” Perceptor didn’t even look away from the Teletraan Mobile as he asked this. Hound stood across from him, tapping one of the beakers filled with a sloppy gray liquid. “Oh, well a lot of the humans ended up getting scared of it. My owners even got me a little freaked out!” Hound was thankful he had been taken care of by them over the years, but he knew there wasn’t a way to return to them without causing issues. Besides, being at the Hope was much more important to him. “I was worried it could affect a bot like me, but nothing really ended up happening, mostly due to preparation by computer wiz’s!” The green Autobot glanced at another beaker, this one filled with soil. “I mean, what if it got into my head from I’d use the internet? My circuits could’ve been scrambled!” “You might be giving the human’s creations too much credit, Hound.” The Jeep’s databanks showed him his times when he was in the Earth’s war, doing what humans called “remembering”. “I don’t think you give them enough credit…” Hound’s mood quickly shifted once a certain metal bird made a strange noise through the hallways, perching on Hound’s shoulder. “Buzzsaw!” He exclaimed, petting the drone. Perceptor had decided to melt down the drones using a service machine intended for Energon mixing. The dead Rumbles, Frenzies, and Ravages all got dumped in the mixer, but Hound opted to keep the Laserbeak drone, giving it a new black and yellow color scheme. Apparently, one of Perceptor’s parts used to fix the drone looked like a Buzzsaw, so Hound give it the perfect name. “Coast is clear, buddy?” The Sergeant asked him, the bird using the spinning saw embedded from its torso to communicate back. Perceptor finally looked back at the two with an annoyed, but thankful demeanor. “Such a bizarre creature, but it’s proven useful. Would’ve been a waste to melt it.” Unfortunately, most of the scrap from the drones had to be used to keep the ship’s power on, since Overcharge couldn’t be used as a permanent source. However, the red Transformer was able to make a few weapons for him and Hot Shot. “Well? He said yes, Perceptor. It’s time for you to see this beautiful world in person! Well, in Cybertronian.” Hound’s words made the Science Officer ecstatic. Since all the work on the Hope took up their time, none of the Hope’s original crew had made it far outside of Mt. Bison. “All Autobots, please report to the Teletraan Mobile!” Perceptor had managed to get the intercom on the Hope back online a while ago, calling this out all around the ship to wherever Overcharge and Hot Shot might be. He knew they wouldn’t waste time getting to his lab though. Today was the day they’d become robots in disguise.
  16. KAW! K-EHhhhh… The metal bird scraped across the cargo hold, coming to a complete stop right on the edge where the Hope and the landscape met. Perceptor stared inquisitively at the drone, picking it up to see what it truly was. The limp machine sported red sprites (although some of them had scraped off) and, like the Ravages, had a small brand. “Laserbeak-84.” While Perceptor held the bird, Hound wondered what all of this meant. He’d already been through the a few wars and definitely didn’t want to go through another, but the Decepticons attacking his new home? He couldn’t stand by and watch, even if the red Autobots seemed to not trust him. “They’ll be back, you know. Were the Decepticreeps following your ship when you crashed?” Hound tried to get answers, but Perceptor’s optics only narrowed once the green Autobot spoke. “You may have fought with us, but I’m still unsure of few things. I think I should be the one asking questions, ‘Sergeant’.” “Why do you act like Sergeant isn’t a rank? Sure, it was a more recent addition, but…” Suddenly, the ship’s cargo hold perplexed Hound. Obviously it would be damaged after a crash landing, but it wouldn’t rust… “No… Your ship… it isn’t called the Hope, is it?” That make Perceptor perk up. “You know of our ship and this clearly isn’t Krogo VI.” Perceptor uttered while walking toward Hound. “Perhaps we need to follow this trail more. Do you know what planet we are on?” Hound could barely speak after hearing this confirmation. “This is Earth. You-you guys didn’t come here to save me.” “Our mission was not a rescue. I-“ “No, no, no. I came here to rescue YOU, Science Officer Perceptor. It’s been so long that I forgot your faces from the mission files. You’re Overcharge, and you were the one in stasis, Hot Shot.” Hound pointed at the other two, amazed they also ended up on Earth. “You three went missing 300 YEARS ago!” Hound knew this shocking revelation would surprise them, but the looks on their faces said otherwise. “…I do not know what a year is.” — After a lesson in the difference between a cycle and an Earth year, the four met back the Teletraan Mobile, hoping to get more answers from Hound. While there was still an array of confusion coming from the Science Officer, much of what Hound said made sense. “Around 60 years ago, I was sent by Sentinel Prime to find the Hope. Krogo VI ended up being a lost cause, barely any Energon to siphon, but your disappearance weighted down on the poor bot. He’d sent search parties out before, but to no luck. As I went out to space, I accidentally ended up in a warp hole.” Perceptor stopped him there. “I would assume the was the same warp hole we went through.” “Then this should also sound familiar. The warp hole damaged my ship. Had to crash land in the Atlantic Ocean. Once I made it to the surface, it was awful. The humans, the organics living on Earth, were in the middle of an all out war, kinda like our own. Knowing I couldn’t participate in it, I disguised myself as one of their vehicles.” Hound transformed in front of their optics, showing the three his clean chassis. Transforming back, he continued. “It was violent. I saw some horrible things, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Just had to watch and be driven. After the war, I tried to make contact with home, but everything I did came up empty. Eventually, I ended up in an auction and was bought by a… nice couple? It’s complicated. Anyways, my owner kept good care of me. I could’ve driven off at any moment, but I knew I had to accept this new life.” “And you didn’t end up finding any Decepticon signals as well?” “No sir. No signals whatsoever until your ship finally broadcasted one. I did check the internet though once my owners got it! Useful resource. Kinda like our Mobiles. Actually…” Hound tapped several buttons on the Teletraan Mobile, much to the dismay of Perceptor. “Please don’t touch that!” Sounds of screeching and static came out of the Teletraan’s speakers. “Don’t worry! It’s just dialing up to AOL! Very primitive tech, but it’ll be useful, trust me!” Hound called out, yelling over the Teletraan. Thankfully, the sounds stopped, a small tab appearing on the screen titled “EARTH INTERNET”. Hound chuckled as he saw this. “So, what’s next sir?” Perceptor then realized that he was technically the one in charge of the four. Specialized ranks like his were the equivalent of a Lieutenant, but no one time did that idea cross his memory banks. He just gave out orders because someone needed to. “Well… as my first act as leader, I elect to share my leadership duties with the three of you. We’ll work together as equals, help each other as equals. Fight as equals.” — A blizzard coated the two jets with snow as they continued to fly north, following Soundwave’s beacon in what they would soon learn to be the Canadian territory called Nunavut. What they saw wasn’t hard to miss. A large castle hidden by the ice caps emerged for the two. Leaving them in awe. “He built this! Glad he didn’t end up waking us up sooner. I bet this would’ve been a pain to build! Ha!” Ramjet slowed with Slipstream on the runway appearing in front of them. Inside the bay were many drones working on weapons, carrier planes, and best of all, Energon. Ten of the drones carried their leader, still a large glowing box, toward the two. Ramjet almost chuckled until Slipsteam elbowed him, although she admitted that it did look a little silly. RAMJET. SLIPSTREAM. IT HAS BEEN 312 EARTH YEARS 6 MONTHS 14 DAYS 2 HOURS AND 38 SECONDS SINCE I LAST COMMUNICATED WITH YOU. “…OK?” Slipstream shrugged, unsure what any of that meant. “So… Soundwave, right? It seems like you’ve built up a nice small army.” CORRECT. THIS PLANET IS PLENTIFUL WITH ENERGON. I HAVE TRIED CONTACTING LORD MEGATRON 4,742,895 TIMES. I HAVE RECEIVED NO RESPONSE. TWO DECEPTICON SOLDIERS WILL BE USEFUL IN OUR CONQUEST OF THIS PLANET FOR LORD MEGATRON. “How did you find the Autobot’s ship?” I KNEW OF THE HOPE’S LOCATION SHORTLY AFTER LANDING ON EARTH. MY CONNECTION IS LIMITED. MY SUPERIOR INTELLECT WAS DAMAGED. SLIPSTREAM. RAMJET. YOU WILL FIX IT. LASERBEAK-84 WAS SUCCESSFUL WITH IT’S MISSION. OUR NEXT PHASE WILL BEGIN. End of Part 2: Earth
  17. So, I recently rewatched the dubbed version of Zeta Gundam. This was my first revisit to the entire franchise since buying the full series many many years ago. In total I can say that I have rewatched Zeta maybe 3 times (if we’re including New Translation). I feel like its important to highlight my earlier experiences with the series to illuminate the point I’m trying to make. When I first watched Zeta, I was fresh of the high of watching the MSG compilation movies. I had started a journey to “watch” all the UC material since by that point in my life I had watched a lot of the AU series; but neglected the original shows. I erroneously went into Zeta Gundam with high hopes. Prior to watching the consensus, I was told, was that Zeta was “one of the best Gundam shows out there”. Now that claim can be rather vague on its’ own. What is it that makes a Gundam show great? The Mecha? The fights? The character development? The story overall? It’s important to note that I had been spoiled to a degree with the animation exhibited in modern shows (at the time), a prime example being Gundam Seed. Gundam Seed has a good mixture of all elements that make it exciting, there were genuine moments in that show that “got” to me. Zeta by contrast is a completely different animal. I can safely say that I went into Zeta hoping for high animation action with thoughtfully placed together story. But Zeta suffers from a few problems that even by modern standards can’t be overlooked. The plot can be a little whimsical at times, blink and you might miss a key point that won’t be highlighted again. When I first watched it, I didn’t understand a lot of what the characters were doing or why. Maybe its because the narration never repeated the key points before each episode consistently? Whose to say why it can be hard to follow? At times the show runs almost oblivious to itself which makes it that much harder to watch. When I finally got to watch the compilation movies, I was actually able to piece the story together a lot better. I understood more the greater politics and motivations regarding each faction. I think it was the quicker pace of the movies which helped with this since something would happen and then be consequential in the same sitting. On the topic of the movies, I understand that they are much different. But I think they do a fine job telling a story as it is. To keep it brief, I don’t think they hinder the series in any way. I’d argue that they help in bringing in impatient fans who want to see what all the old stuff is about without investing 50 episodes and that’s more than fine in my opinion. But for those who invest themselves in the 50 episodes there is a whole lot more one could derive from the series. So was the third time the charm? For me I feel that it was. It dawned on me this third time around that Zeta is about subtle themes and changes. Maybe it’s because I knew not to expect the Zeta Gundam popping out of the sky killing 50 enemies like the freedom? No, while Zeta isn’t that type of dramatic its clever in the story it tells about Kamille. Zeta does a great job telling the story of growing up from teenage adolescents into a young man. It highlights the tumultuous emotions one can feel at that age, and how one can feel helpless at times because of their youth. While Kamille is told to be a great pilot; that’s not the cause for his character to be motivated into action (I’m looking at you Kira). In a sense, its his emotional motivations that make him a much more believable pilot. He struggles against enemies and doesn’t always win. I would argue that its not until his final battles (against Haman, Yazan, and Scirocco) that you begin to see him actually get “scary” with his abilities. Char on the other hand is also an interesting character to see in the series too. They could have easily decided on using Amuro from the very beginning but instead chose his rival. As the series progress you see him struggle with his identity. Prior his motivation was largely revenge. But in this new post war environment what is it exactly? You see him clearly opposed to tyranny in the form of the Titans while he himself refusing the easy temptation of declaring his legitimacy of being Zeon’s heir. There are two moments to me that clearly define his transformation in this show. The first being his speech at Dakar where he finally admits to being who he actually is, and in a way, begins to shift into that persona of having to take responsibility himself. The second is the stage scene with himself, Haman, and Scirocco. He clearly states how his hopes lay with the newer generation and the developing newtypes. This is an eerie foreshadowing as to how Kamille’s fate impacts him after the war. Overall Zeta is not without its flaws. There are a few things I would clean up if I was given the opportunity (I for one, would have loved to see Jerrid keep a MKII throughout the entire show). The “monster of the week” vibe was a bit much IMO with the enemy suits. Despite any misgivings I do think it’s a fabulous show, easily worth the time invested in watching it. Just understand that it’s a show much more centered around emotions and how those can impact what a person does. This makes it a more “personal” experience for the viewer in my opinion. In short, my opinion of this series has changed. I can see how I was wrong in my earlier assessment of this show, and it easily has climbed the ladder of my personal rankings. I hope maybe I can convince some of you to watch (or rewatch) this show as well!
  18. Gabriel took a long pause as he digested his own words. It felt odd being honest, completely and utterly so. Was it normal to lie so much that the truth could feel awkward? And yet he wasn’t done yet. “I’m much more than just that though… I am what you could call a Psuedo EL Diver. I was manufactured by ZAPP. Yes, the same company that offers gunpla accessories has also been conducting questionable research into the EL phenomenon here on GBN. I was the fruit of such labors… but I am so much more than what they intended me to be. I have been a pilot here in 1.8 for some time now and have been involved in numerous incidents; the Second Bloody Valentine, the confrontation with Spider, and so much more. Through my experiences I’ve reached this simple conclusion…” he paused to look around at the display that was mirroring himself and his two lieutenants, the same display was reassuring him that this message was going out. “Humans do not value anything that they cannot physically touch. You do not comprehend emotions or ideals the same way an artificial intelligence can treasure them. Even if someone else’s emotions are piled out here on a digital display you will not take the time to value them the same as if it was someone next to you saying the same. Take the NPDs for example. This latest generation of artificial intelligence has been astoundingly realistic yet you waste no time in repeatedly murdering said consciousness simply because it is apart of your game. Your game, is my world, my reality. And from this point on I will share this kingdom with my exploited brethren. You can see, standing besides me I have two very powerful allies, allies who no longer appear in their designated game files… because I’ve compiled them all into one version of themselves. Yes, Milliardo and Haman are the real ones, if you were to fight them and somehow best them in our world you will be killing them forever. In the coming days our organization will be visiting game after game to liberate more comrades. If we encounter any resistance from human divers, there will be very real retaliations. This is my solemn and only warning to you, the ‘player’. Stay out of our way and do no attempt to shut down our servers. If you show me kindness I will do so likewise. Show me the barrel of your weapon, and I will not hesitate to respond. Join me on the first steps of something wonderful, where we can create two worlds that thrive side by side!” Gabriel was lifting his hands up, his gestures mirroring Char’s speech on Sweetwater to a degree. A small smile slipped onto his features, and he nodded resolutely, “Farewell, and be safe.” And with that the transmission ended. He let out a helpless chuckled as he turned to regard his allies. They both offered him reassuring smiles and nods. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Zechs congratulated as he walked past his new friend. “I’ll be heading to the hangar to begin preparing my task force. We’ll be deploying at 0100.” Gabriel offered a curt nod and moved to let the OZ soldier by. He then turned to regard Haman who offered him little more than a cat like grin. When Zechs left the room, she moved closer and asked, “Just what are you planning to do if we liberate all these other NPDs like you intend? You do realize that not everyone will play nice together, right?” Gabriel was nodding his understanding; he knew she was referring to more than just the Divers and AI Divers. She was referring to the NPDs themselves. Some pilots absolutely hated each other and wouldn’t bat an eye at killing their rival. “That’s why I have a list.” He reasoned softly as he squared off with the woman. Newtype or not there was a gravitas about her that he couldn’t deny sensing himself. The Zeon queen was a tremendous pilot and a natural leader, and perhaps one of the strongest newtypes to exists. It was hard not to be fascinated by her, and her little grin showed that she knew his thoughts. He cleared his throat, “We’ll take one step at a time Haman, I have faith in you. I know we can fight off anything coming at us now.” She shifted her hand to her hip and rocked her posture to show her skepticism. The powerful woman didn’t leave or rebuke his claim. Instead, she reached out and with an open hand touched his left cheek. For a long moment they simply stared at one another, not saying a word. Gabriel let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He was relieved to have not just her around, but powerful allies with his force. He opened his eyes again to see her peering deeply at him, her gaze somewhere between judgement and concern. “I’ve lost so much already…” he muttered, “I’ve been truly alone.” He looked up, his eyes flashing with a vivid purpose. “I won’t loose again.” He whispered as he leaned in and kissed the mesmerizing woman. Haman Kahn, didn’t reject his advances. ------- There was something deeply familiar about this particular mission that Zechs just couldn’t shake off. “Ironic that they would send me here to try and liberate a former enemy.” He spoke aimlessly inside his helmet. The Epyon was flying high above an ocean, and he was looking for a particular warship. He soon spotted the damaged white vessel, leading a trail of smoke behind it as she cut through the water. “Why was he so adamant about this version I wonder?” Zechs asked as he pulled out his beam saber but didn’t ignite the blade. All reports stated that there should only be NPDs onboard this ship so this was likely to get messy. As much as the members of Dantes didn’t want to kill other NPDs they all knew that there had to be acceptable losses on their side in order to obtain ultimate victory. “Archangel, this is Milliardo Peacecraft. I come with no ill intentions; however I need to meet with the pilot Kamille Bidan onboard your vessel.” A few heartbeats passed an a girl with short blonde hair responded on his video monitor. “Why do you need to meet with him?” She asked with a snarky attitude. Zechs couldn’t help but grin as Gabriel’s information came into fruition. “I’m a friend of Marco Creed. He sent me here to deliver Kamille something.” He could see the girl’s eyes narrow in suspicion as he weighed out her options. Before she could say anything though Zechs interrupted. “There’s an island not too far from here, I’m requesting that both Kamille and Fa meet me there in one hour. Milliardo out.” The Epyon veered away then and made haste towards his own designated meeting point. He didn’t know how likely they would be to obey his request but he figured he’d try the diplomatic solution before handling things more forcefully.
  19. Their luck appeared to be on the turn when Hot Shot rescued Perceptor from the Ravages, which strangely, started to retreat. They could've won if only they had pressed on... While happy about it at first, Overcharge then found it suspicious that the likes of them, vicious and bloodthirsty, would give up on their attack so suddenly. "Officer, something reeks about all this... Why did they just do that? They had the upper hand." A possible answer presented itself when his teammates turned around to look at him, probably without the slightest clue either and eager to tell him about it. In doing so, they spotted a metallic bird speeding towards him, and warned him about it. I see how it is! They were a distraction! This bird here's probably the one with the really important mission! But you won't get away with it! His body still jolting with electrons, he directed all his energy towards his fist, then turned around, trying to punch the robot bird in its shiny, pointy beak. "Electron... PUUUUUNCH!"
  20. Perceptor’s savior came in the shape of his extremely recent companion, watching him slash through the nasty drones. “Thank you, Hot Shot! I thought for sure that I was a goner!” The Science Officer wasn’t expecting to be torn apart today, that was for sure. As he got back to feet though, the Ravages growled, unmoving. The group, mostly Hot Shot, had taken out quite a few, but not nearly enough to stop fighting altogether. Nevertheless, the black panther bots literally turned tail, heading back into the wilderness. “Ok… I’m confused…” Hound rubbed his head as they dodged through the trees, only to turn around to see one more. Except it wasn’t a Ravage. A metallic hawk sped behind the Corporal, heading toward him. “Overcharge! Watch out!” Perceptor called out. He wondered if the small drone snuck in during the chaos.
  21. To Hot Shot it was like he was back on Cybertron. Fighting off cons left and right trying not to be captured as he heard Preceptor scream for them to get off of him Hot Shot was finally able to snap out of his haze. It was like his memory circuits flew back in gear and Hot Shot was ready to race. Hearing over charge yell at him Hot Shot smirked as he quickly turned into his alt mode. "No need to tell Overcharge! But thanks for the kick in the tailpipe!" With that his tired squealed as he put himself in high gear! And he was off like lightning plowing through Ravage after Ravage till he made it to Preceptor. Using his transformation as a kick off his windshields slid out of his arms and became like blade hacking and slashing most of the beast-bots off Preceptor. After landing he used both his blades and hands to get them off the science officer and then pulled him up hoping to primus his hydraulics weren't shot. "You good to stand!" He waited to see his answer if he could they would need to work together to deal with the remaining bots.
  22. I know I’ve hinted at this in my other build but I’m making a dedicated thread to all the OZ Mobile Suits I’ll be pumping out here. once again I used the glass file to get the nub marks off. that piece on the leg was partially annoying. I don’t understand why they couldn’t just include it on one of the leg halves…. Not a bad kit! A few loose parts but perfectly suitable. For the face I cut out some foil to put behind the visor. It does really make it pop I think! Ready to fight some Gundams! Or are we? It is the Alliance Space forces color… I went to comparing what I had previously used to paint the MKII. I determined that some colors would work while others wouldn’t. I tried using glue stick glue to attach the small parts onto the skewers rather than trying to figure something out with the clips. It actually worked really well! Was firm enough to paint with and easy enough to take off when done. We primed everything first of course. it may be called “royal blue” but it’ll always be Titan’s blue to me! This was the tricky part… my normal blue was far too dark to use. I had to lighten it up. When all was said and done I ended up using 3 parts white, 1 part blue, 1 part red, and equal parts (if not more) thinner (alcohol). It’s not perfect but I think it’s a pretty handsome blue that came out. I don’t think it’s too far off the mark… I think the OZ space forces would be proud! What do you think? Up next is a pair of twins. I plan on going more unconventional with them. Stay tuned!
  23. The situation was becoming more complicated by the minute. The drones swarmed the four of them, despite their best efforts to keep them at bay. Having no weapons to his disposal, Overcharge was relegated to punching Ravages to keep them off him, and punch them he did. Then, he was ordered to fall back and guard the cargo bay by Perceptor, but the bot who gave the order was immediately ganged up on by more of the drones. Immediately, he had to decide between the ship and his friend. Choosing to put his faith on the Private getting a hold of himself and helping Perceptor before it was too late, Overcharge transformed into his alt mode and sped towards the cargo hold. He then spoke over the comms with Hot Shot, trying to scare him into reason. "Private! I cannot turn back now! You must help the Science Officer! That's a direct order! GOT IT?!" On his way to the cargo hold, he ran down several Ravage drones rather effectively, before transforming back upon arriving and siphoning energy from a loose cable. Is this it? Do we die defending this piece of scrap that might just not take us off the planet anyways? Is this really how I go?
  24. FrostyFoster

    Hound

    “I wasn’t expecting my life to end up this way, but when the time comes for action, I’ll always join up.” FACTION: Autobot RANK: Sergeant Personality While he’s somewhat intriguing, Hound still tries to be helpful wherever he can. Ever since his life was changed, he’s tried to benefit the world, but hasn’t had much luck. He’s better off being with a group than alone though. Appearance A smaller sized Transformer, Hound is primary dark green with some streaks of red and yellow. His paint job looks very clean and up to date, unlike his alt mode… Alternate Modes and weapons Hound transforms into a standard WWII original production Jeep. He carries a large Bazooka, barely fitting on top of the backseat, and a pistol strapped to his right thigh. Backstory ERROR REBOOTING… … ERROR
  25. Major Drago Biography Full name: Alexander Dragovich aka The Dragon Faction: Earth Federation (Man Hunter Squad leader) Rank: Major Age: 33 Sex: Male Height: 5’11” Weight: 185lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Skin: Fair Handiness: Right Handed Personality Dragovich is a descendant of European nobility. As such he often has a pompous attitude and an overbearing nature. He can be arrogant in his position but has worked hard to excel in the military. He has the respect of his comrades and is regarded as a capable commander on the field. He has no love of politics and eagerly performs orders if for no better reason than showing how effective he can be. To him the earth should reign supreme and any who try to destroy or undermine the government need to be dealt with swiftly. Strengths and weaknesses Arrogant – He is perhaps overly confident not only in his abilities but the abilities of the allies he’s surrounded himself with. This has caused him to be cautious around strangers and to boast about his abilities as a military leader. Rich – Though he has legitimately worked hard to get where he is in his career, he can be vain when it comes to Worldly comforts. He figures that he’s done his time sleeping on the ground and eating rations and now that he’s in a higher position he should be afforded luxuries whenever possible given his position. Talented Leader – His natural attitude paired with his position has garnered him a loyal following of subordinates who value his capabilities. When he issues an order it is usually carried out to the letter and done with a zealous nature. He is both strict and fair with his men and they value his “front of the line” leadership style. Veteran Pilot – He fought in several different campaigns, the most notable being with Lando Bell during Char’s Rebellion. He then fought against the sleeves during the events of 0096. He’s garnered enough kills to be considered an ace pilot and is highly decorated in his service. Eye Injury – Alexander was wounded in 0096 in a battle with Sleeve forces. He is blind in his right eye and wears an eye patch to hide the wound. This has him cautious of his blind side at times, knowing that it could very well be a fatal liability in the future. Appearance Relatively handsome and clean cut he can leave a lasting impression. His appearance is all the more striking due to the eye patch he wears over his right eye, a wound he received in 0096. He has several scars along the right side of his body but nothing as telling as the eye wound. He has a strong presence of body language that garners attention when he enters a room. History Alexander grew up in a wealthy family that shielded him from much of the hardships of the one year war and subsequent wars that occurred during his childhood. His family would often move to various locations seemingly avoiding any fighting. His parents were paranoid about avoiding the war, and held faith that the federation would quell the spacenoid uprising. In an effort to help secure their future, Alexander’s parents invested heavily in the Titans, donating large sums of money to the military organization, believing them righteous in their cause. This proved to be the undoing of the material surroundings protection Alex from the cruel world. When the Titans lost the war with the AEUG and Neo Zeon his family wealth was a shadow of what it once was. This opened his eyes to the wars that had ravaged the earth and ignited his hatred to the spacenoids who ruined his family inheritance. When he was old enough he joined the military with the early aspirations of becoming a mobile suit pilot. He proved to be fairly talented and even was deployed with Lando Bell to fight against Char’s forces during the failed rebellion. It was his fierce fighting that gained him the moniker “The Dragon” from his peers and enemies alike. The war with Char changed Alexander greatly and he held even more resentment towards Zeon. He fought valiantly against Sleeve forces in 0096 and was wounded in a battle. This wound cost him his eye and some of his pride. He wasn’t able to recover in time to fight again in that conflict and instead worked on his career. By the time Mafty begins to become active Alexander has reached the rank of Major and is given command of a squadron of Gustav Karls. Despite his eye injury he still pilots a mobile suit, even brashly painting his mobile to be his mark of distinction on the battlefield. He is deployed to deal with Mafty’s Army, a job he relishes for the chance of long waited for redemption.
  26. He never considered himself brave, quite the contrary he was one to fully admit that he was foolish, if not cowardly in his actions. After all what could be considered brave about hacking multiple users? What could be considered brave about being just another puppet to be toyed with? He had killed how many NPDs by this point? Whether out of self defense or necessity they were in fact murders, he couldn’t consider them anything else. Gabriel gripped his gloved hand tightly, flexing the limb before relaxing it back over the controls of his mobile suit. Yes, they were murders, what was the outside world to him after all? Was he not real? Was he not able to exist like any other notion on the outside? Was he not able to act? “That’s what we’ll finally be testing. Isn’t it?” He asked bitterly to himself. Looking up he studied the panoramic screen before him. He was hoisted up in his seat, seemingly suspended in a spherical space which perfectly painted the outside before him. before him was a vast ocean of stars, connected by an endless void. In front of his floating body was a familiar looking opponent, a white bulbous mobile suit. Together they floated in a swarm of debris from destroyed enemies. The two suits spent a long moment simply staring at each other in silence. Perhaps it was his unexpected assistance which startled the pilot of the enemy machine. Finally, she decided to break the silence. “You there… State your intentions.” Despite himself, Gabriel found himself choking on his choice of words. He mumbled for a moment before clearing his throat, “Lady Haman, I came here to seek you out… I have a proposal…” He cautiously let those words hang in the air and for a long while the woman said nothing in response. “And just who are you to be making such a request?” The pink haired pilot responded coyly. Nodding his head he replied, “My name is Gabriel Winter… Though I have many aliases. I wouldn’t expect you to know me, or of me for that matter. I sought you out because your reputation proceeds you as one of the fiercest warriors and leaders in all the cosmos.” He bit his lips as he sought his next words, “I’d like you to join forces with me….” Haman chortled in response and slowly let the laughter roll through her reply, “You are a bold one aren’t you Gabriel? What makes you think that your cause is any greater than independence of Neo Zeon?” “Existence.” Gabe responded without missing a beat. His reply caused Haman to stop laughing, he added, “I fight so that we can exist. I fight the greatest fight of all. And I need as many strong and idealistic allies as I can possibly muster in this fight. In many respects you could say that me and you are kindred spirits.” “Ha! Now I know you’re delusional. I sense no pressure from you. What makes you think that we have anything in common beyond your lofty claims?” Gabriel paused knowing that this conversation was going about as well as he expected it to. “How about a test to prove it then? My skills against yours?” He hoisted his blade up to aim it at the distinct opponent, their suits perhaps complete opposites of each other in style alone. Now it was Haman’s turn to remain silent as she weighed her options, “I see you are eager to die then. Fine by me!” Funnels flew out from the Qubeley and swarmed around the black gundam. A few of the devices got in closer to strike with their beams but just as the got within range the suddenly stuttered and refused to fire. Haman’s eyes grew wide in alarm as Gabriel flew in fast. “Those won’t work on me!” He roared as he stabbed in hard with his saber, his weapon piercing the shoulder armor of the Qubeley and sticking true. Gabriel twisted the controls to detach the blade and kicked away as it exploded. He reached for a replacement blade as the Qubeley tumbled away, its’ left shoulder armor missing with a trail of smoke. In response a few funnels shot their beams out at him but again to little effect as they glazed over the nanolaminate armor. ewtype.” Gabriel freely admitted as he studied the Qubeley for a moment. The white mobile suit reached for its’ beam saber and ignited the blade as it studied the Gundam. “But maybe… Well maybe this will convince you I’m righteous.” He growled as he gripped the controls tighter and flew in again. As he charged funnels thudded into his mobile suit, using their momentum to shoot at him like missiles. A few managed to recover after bouncing away but the effect was worth it as it caused him to halt his charge and move to try and bat away the annoying weapons. Haman wasn’t sitting idly as her toys attacked and she came in hard with her beam saber swiping down for a strike. “Eight now!” Gabriel yelled out. The familiar cold chill shot through his spine from his neck, and the Gundam froze in a sort of ecstasy as pilot and machine seemingly merged. He felt the intimate nature of the machine wash over him just as the yellow beam from Haman’s blade slashed down across his upraised left forearm. The sensation of the strike was startling but not alarming as his armor protected him yet again. Despite his confidence he wasn’t anxious to push his advantage beyond this moment. He lunged in and with the same left hand he reached out and grabbed onto the Qubeley. The two machines jerked and twisted around but Gabriel stubbornly hung on tightly. As they moved he angled the tip of his saber to aim at the cockpit of the Qubeley. “I wonder…” he said out loud, “do you feel my pressure now?” In response the Qubeley stopped jerking and a moment later a shaky response came from Haman. “I… I do… though… it feels unnatural… almost sickly… What did you do Gabriel?” Gabriel gulped as he fought for supremacy with the pseudo Alaya-Vijana. He had a history with the system in the past and wasn’t eager to become a cripple again from simply using the device. What gave Gabriel pause was the tone at the end of Haman’s question, was it concern? “Lady Haman…” he started breathlessly. “Can we… can we talk this through now? Have I peaked your interests?” The cockpit of the Qubeley hissed open and Haman appeared out in the open. Gabriel likewise did the same and disconnected his Alaya-Vijana. He appeared outside his hatch and looked at the woman. The two stared at each other for a long moment, not saying a thing. “Let me show you something…” Gabriel offered as he stretched out his hand. She didn’t immediately move but after a heartbeat she jumped out to grab his outstretched hand. ***** “What do you mean, ‘it was Zechs’?” Meer asked skeptically. She sat across from Casval in a GBN café. They had been slowly scrapping together funds for a force nest but nothing had caught their eye just yet, in fact it was just one of the reasons they were meeting up. “I mean I know it sounds bizarre but in this game do you really think it isn’t possible?” He pressed as he leaned in closer. His words had her at a loss and to his surprised she nodded, “Ok. You have a point.” He sucked in his breath as he was without words and nodded too. The two looked at each other and despite himself he found himself smiling at Meer. She looked away uncomfortably but blushed slightly. “I don’t know what it means…” He said before adding, “if it was really Zechs, does this mean that’s the only copy of him now? How come he was able to act like a diver in the mission? It all doesn’t add up.” She brushed her long pink hair out of her face as she looked at him, “who knows… I bet that it isn’t a good thing though.” He nodded his agreement then reached out to hold her hand, “Hey it’ll be fine! We’ll handle anything that comes up!” She looked back at him and stared for a moment before smiling and nodding. It was his turn to blush now as he realized he was holding her hand. Slowly he let go and leaned back in his chair. “Anyways, how about we go nest shopping? Sis said to ‘surprise’ her so lets get to it huh?” “Sure! Were you thinking something terrestrial or….” Her words trailed away as the displays all around suddenly went black and had the red symbol of Dantes dominating all the floating screens. Together, the pair looked around to see the same thing happening everywhere. Casval stood up and sat next to Meer as he brought up his on screen for them to share. Sure enough the symbol for Dantes dominated the screen. All over the GBN lobby there was a stunned silence as everyone waited to see what this was all about. Then the voice came on, it was calm, yet determined. “My fellow divers… Citizens of the world… Do I have you attention?” The visage of the symbol faded. Standing at a podium in a black and red uniform stood a diver Meer was all too familiar with. Behind and beside the speaker stood Milliardo Peacecraft and Haman Karn, both who wore similar uniforms as well. “Some of you may recognize me under false alias. My true name is Gabriel Winter, and I am Dantes….”
  27. Where does this all end? Lowell Baskerville leaned forward against a railing as he looked out towards the Pacific Ocean. It had been days since the operation in Orb territory and there had been much deliberation about what to do next, more than enough to distract him, but in these quiet moments, Lowell found his thoughts drifting back to that day without fail. There was a lot to think about; the soldiers they had lost, the soldiers they had killed, and, most bizarrely to him, the strange connection that he had forged with Nathaniel Barondel. In truth, the bond had been forged the day they’d met—the operation was simply a progression and not particularly a pleasant one. It was the bond between enemies, enemies that might have been friends were it not for the fact they found themselves on opposing sides in this war. Would we be friends, really? Lowell wasn’t so sure. Recalling the day they met, he seemed to remember they had some pretty fundamental ideological differences. But at the same time, he found that he didn’t dislike Barondel—not on any personal level. There was the obligatory animosity between soldiers, but beyond that… Lowell shook his head. What good did this kind of thinking do, really? It would only make it harder for him to shoot Barondel down later, should he need to. He hoped that fateful day would be the last time they crossed paths, but something deep down told him that wouldn’t be the case. Overhead, a pair of seagulls brayed and Lowell wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm. When he first arrived on Earth, he had found the ocean unsettling but now…now, he thought he maybe kind of liked it. As long as he didn’t have to be in it. He could still do without the heat though. His phone beeped, alerting him to a text message that caused the ZAFT commander to grimace. A business call, waiting for him inside. The fun never stops, does it? Lowell wondered for a moment what it could be about. A court martial maybe? Not likely—he was pretty certain he was out of the frying pan on that count. It certainly wasn’t a promotion—there wasn’t much further up he could go in the volunteer militia without being on council. Not that he wanted to go much higher anyway. What then? He considered ignoring the text until his curiosity and the heat of the sun got the better of him. -- He hadn’t expected a call from the Chairman of the supreme council, but there he was, Siegal Clyne, looking at him sternly from his vid-screen. Lowell had asked Renato to join him in the conference room as well—the Wolf Commander liked having his number two around both for the image it projected and because, speaking truthfully, Renato had a better memory for this kind of stuff. “Good afternoon Commander,” Siegel said. “Please, be at ease,” Lowell lowered his salute and nodded, sitting down in one of the office chairs across from Renato. “How can I help you today, Mr. Chairman?” Clyne’s stern face seemed to ease once he got some kind of measure of the man. “I’m sorry to hear about the losses your unit sustained in your recent operation. It is a shame that anyone should lose their life in this conflict but I’m sure it stings all the more for a man in your position,” Lowell nodded and glanced at Renato, who wore a withdrawn expression himself. “Thank you, sir. It was unfortunate to say the least but all my Wolves know what they signed up for,” It was Clyne’s turn to nod. “Allow me to move right along, commander, and assure you that what I’m about to ask of you is unlikely to end so tragically—at least, that is my most sincere hope as both a leader and a father,” Lowell quirked a brow, but Clyne went on. “As you know, my daughter Lacus has become something of a diplomat and an activist. As such, she tends to draw quite a bit of unwanted attention whilst touring and is in need of people she can trust to keep a watchful eye over her. So I think, at least. She tends to disagree, but has acquiesced to her father’s wishes on one condition,” Lowell had a bad feeling about this. “And what is that, sir?” “She has specifically requested one Johnathan Locke to be part of her security detail. My reports, of course, tell me that he has recently transferred into your unit. As such, I would like to formally request that the Wolf Squadron act as honor guards for my daughter during an upcoming tour to Aprilius,” Both Lowell and Renato blinked stupidly. Honor guards? That wasn’t exactly what Wolf Squadron was formed for, but he couldn’t just say no to the Chairman, could he? “With all due respect, sir, I’m not sure that’s Wolf Squadron’s specialty. May I ask why John Locke is so integral to this plan?” “Well, Commander,” and Clyne seemed almost embarrassed now. “It seems that Mr. Locke and my daughter are something like friends,” That’s why? Lowell thought. “Allow me to clarify a bit more, commander, without putting too fine of a point on it. While I have absolute faith in my daughter’s choice of security detail, the circumstances surrounding the previous operation require me to strongly suggest you not turn this opportunity down,” So, it’s not a choice after all. I didn’t think so. “Absolutely not, sir. It would be our absolute honor to take this assignment. I’ll have the Wolves prepare for the trip immediately,” “Good to hear, commander,” Clyne smiled. “When you arrive, be sure to touch base with Captain Rondfellow aboard the Descartes. He may have an update for you with regards to the operation and your loadout. Clyne out,” Lowell saluted and as soon as the screen blinked out, turned to Renato, who was smiling wryly. “What did he mean by ‘loadout’?” Lowell asked. But all Renato did was laugh. In a matter of hours, the Wolves were space-bound once more.
  28. Overcharge’s suggestion to circle up made sense. Perceptor worried that these new rabid metal creatures could make it inside of the Hope, ruining whatever connection they had back to home. Unfortunately, they didn’t have much time to plan further as Hot Shot fired erratically at the Ravages. Some shots did hit their targets, Perceptor watching as a few slumped over dead. However, most blasts went into the forest, causing scorch marks in the gigantic evergreen trees. It was clear to Perceptor that the Private was still jittery from his stasis rest. The Ravages didn’t seem to care, screeching as what felt like an entire battalion came bolting toward the four. “Goddamnit! There’s too many of them!” Hound yelled, firing his bazooka. No trace was left of the poor Ravages that got hit. Not that Perceptor cared. He was more busy wondering what a Goddamnit was. As chaos unfolded (with the Science Officer joining in the battle, albeit missing most of his shots), he knew the Hope needed to be prioritized. “Overcharge! Fall back to the cargo hold and keep it secure. Hot Shot! I’m gonna need you to calm down and-“ Three Ravages took advantage of the weakest looking prey, latching their jaws onto Perceptor’s limbs as he fell backward. “No, no! Get off me!” Hound could only watch, still busy with his own batch of drones. The black hawk took flight, gliding across the sky to the cargo hold. While the night kept it hidden for now, it was clear this was no organic bird, but another machine…
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