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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Hunter Phoenix on August 10, 2010, 05:51:55 am</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 05:51:55 am</strong>
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				This is a Transformers RP open for everyone as is stated in the name, any characters welcome whether they are existing characters from the Transformers franchise or they are original ones created by yourselves, it is prefered that you use your own characters though.<br><br><hr><br>Huntron smiled to himself contently, he had spent many years stuck on earth with the other Autobots, but finally, he had recieved word that Optimus Prime was finally sending a team back to Cybertron to start building the foundation for rebuilding their ancient planet.<br><br>Aeons ago, war with the Decepticons had left the planet uninhabitable and filled with death, but now, Optimus was sure that while the Decepticons where out of the picture, he could safely send some troops from Earth to their homeworld and begin the cleanup and rebuilding of their ancient civilization.<br><br>Huntron transformed into his car form and sped off from the cliff top where he had been posted for guard duty, even though the Decepticons hadn't shown their faces since the last battle which had cumulated in Megatron taking a real pounding from Optimus, the threat was forever real and everyone had to remain on alert until the threat of the Deceptacon menace had been eliminated.<br><br>"Optimus come in, I'm returning to base, no sign of any Decepticons up here"<br><br>Huntron used his built in communicator to relay messages to the ancient Autobot leader, Optimus was the last of the Primes, the leaders of the Autobots, he was wise and couragious, always willing to lay his life on the line to keep his troops and the human race safe from harm.<br><br>"Roger that Huntron, return to base, I need to talk to you when you get back as well, report to me immediatly upon return"<br><br>The comm-link closed and Huntron stepped on the gas, what could Optimus possibly want with him all of a sudden? Had he done something wrong maybe?<br><br>He shook these thoughts off and zoomed back to the base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 03:48:00 pm</strong>
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				Would I be able to play Blackout?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 04:37:33 pm</strong>
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				you could indeed play Blackout, or if its ok, because there may be times within the RP where the original characters names may come up, would it be possible to have a character that had the same personality and form as Blackout but a different name? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 04:39:58 pm</strong>
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				Ahhhhh, ummmmmm, hmmmm, ehhhhh, sure, why not. But I'm still being that wicked helicopter who would have pwned everyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 04:55:47 pm</strong>
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				lol no probs dude :D
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2010, 02:19:38 pm</strong>
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				Huntron transformed back to his robot form just outside of Autobot city, he didn't want to race through the barricade and get chased by guards again like last time, they had mistaken him for a Decepticon even though the Autobot insignia was emblazened on his bonnet.<br><br>Walking up calmly, he smiled and nodded to the guards, who gave him a quick scan to see whether he was Decepticon spy or not, once he had been cleared, he headed on into the base, he had a little time left before he had to be reporting to Optimus, so he took a calm walk through, wondering where the majority of the other Autobots where.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2010, 12:45:12 am</strong>
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				would I be allowed to play even if I am not a full approved "member" yet? A transformers RP sounds awesome! Also are you allowing triple changers? or combiners?<br><br>thx
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 25, 2010, 06:03:59 am</strong>
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				Anyone can RP in this one whether you are approved or not, triple changers and combiners are allowed as well :) just pop on over to the Recruitment Thread and create your character and then drop in any time
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2010, 06:21:59 am</strong>
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				ummm.... so silly question. Where can I find the recruitment thread?&nbsp; &nbsp;:P<br>Sorry. Still kinda a noob to this board and learning the ropes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 26, 2010, 06:37:19 am</strong>
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				http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78587.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78587.0)<br><br>There ya go dude :) saves you looking for it haha
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2010, 03:52:44 am</strong>
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				Small boulders and chunks of rubble were crushed under the massive treads of Fallout’s assault tank form as he returned from his patrol of quadrant 17, grid 24. The crunching, splintering sound the pieces of uneven terrain made reminded the massive decepticon of the sound made by the charred and twisted chassis of the sparkles, when he had rolled over them in his unstoppable advance across the battlefields of the past. However, that was a long time ago.<br><br>Since he defection to the autobots, and his release from stasis prison Fallout had been given nothing but menial tasks and routine patrols to carry out. It was obvious that the autobots didn’t yet trust him with any sort of sensitive data and why should they? He had betrayed his own people; it wasn’t a far stretch of the imagination to think that he would betray his former enemies as well.<br>However, perhaps that was changing. Only a few mini-cycles earlier he had received a priority transmission from autobot city ordering him to return and meet with the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. Fallout didn’t know why the Autobot leader wished to speak with him; Fallout had never even shared two words with the last of the Primes.<br><br>As Fallout neared the entrance to Autobot city, he transformed from his Tank mode, into his equally impressive robot form. As a robot he stood head and shoulders over nearly all of the autobots in the city, and was almost equal in stature to prime himself. However, the autobot leader had some sort of… presence… that made him appear larger than he actually was. His thick armor plating was dented and scratched from the numerous campaigns he had fought in his life cycle, and his decepticon emblem showed large and prominently on the front his chest module for all to see.<br><br>As he approached the gate, the two guards standing there made a big show of readying their weapons and barking orders for his approach. They did this every time Fallout returned from patrol. They seemed to enjoy the thrill of power they got from ordering about the massive decepticon and the rush of perceived power that came with it. “Not that unalike are we…” Fallout muttered to himself as he submitted to their inspections.<br><br>“What was that soldier?” The higher ranked of the two barked at Fallouts comment.<br><br>The gears in Fallouts mouth ground with tension as he felt the pressure in his oil began to rise.<br><br>“…Nothing…” Fallout said.<br><br>“Nothing what?” The leader of the two demanded, obviously enjoying showing off his power to the younger autobot at his side.<br><br>“… Nothing…. Sir….” Fallout managed to spit out. The fact that a mighty a warrior as he, was reduced to considering these lesser automatons HIS superiors was enough to make his coolant boil.<br><br>“That’s what I thought.” The autobot said with a smug smile<br><br>They made a great show of taking their time to thoroughly scan every inch of Fallout and compare it with records on file to make sure not even the slightest detail had changed. They checked and rechecked his systems for possible spying devices, and only when they began to grow bored with their fun did they allow Fallout to pass.<br><br>Under normal circumstances, Fallout would have grabbed the impudent whelp by his central air intake manifold by one hand, and ripped his optics out with the other. But his station in the autobots was probationary to say the least. It was made very clear upon his release, that ANY aggressive behavior towards the autobots on his part would at best land him back in stasis prison, and at worst have him scrapped for spare parts.<br><br>Fallout bid his time for now. He would have his chance for revenge. For now he had to go to a meeting with Optimus prime…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2010, 01:07:42 pm</strong>
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				Huntron was walking along the corridor of Autobot city when he was met outside of Primes quaters by the defective Decepticon Fallout.<br><br>"Hey big guy, thought you were out on patrol?"<br><br>Huntron had heard and seen much of Fallout but he had never actually spoken to him, so he tried to be casual and friendly while keeping in mind the nature of the situation why the former Decepticon was with them.<br><br>"Have you been called to see Prime as well? Any idea what it could be about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2010, 04:27:30 pm</strong>
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				Fallout encountered the Autobot Huntron whiile he was en-route to&nbsp; the meeting with prime. The former Decepticon mulled over the Autobots comments, searching for any trace of sarcasm or derision in his words. Finally, deciding there was none, Fallout spoke.<br><br>"I was called in from patrol to meet with The Prime as well." His voice was deep, and resonant.<br><br>"I am unaware with the nature of my summons..."<br><br>His gaze was fixed on the Autobot, looking for any signs of treachery, deceit, or fear. Fallout was worried that his summons might have been faked to bring him in from patrol, in order to make him look like he wasn't doing his duties as diligently as he should be.<br><br>"I take it then, you were called as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2010, 06:14:52 pm</strong>
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				Huntron nodded<br><br>"Indeed I was, I hope we aren't kept waiting for long, I want to know why I was summoned in from guard duty"<br><br>Huntron looked up and down at the giant 'Autobot' with the Decepticon insignia.<br><br>"I have heard rumours about why you joined us, but I am curious, why did you join us exactly? And why don't you wear the Autobot insignia like the rest of us?"<br><br>Huntron had indeed only heard rumours about Fallout, but he wanted to know for sure why he had changed to the Autobot side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 29, 2010, 09:12:16 pm</strong>
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				Fallout considered Huntrons’ question. None of the other Autobots’ had ever ventured to ask him questions such as this so directly. Fallout considered carefully before he spoke.<br><br>“I do not wear your insignia, because I am not an Autobot.” He locked optics with Huntron attempting to gauge the smaller Autobots’ reaction.<br><br>“I am a Decepticon. I was created Decepticon, and when my spark finally extinguishes… it will be within the shell of a Decepticon Chassis.”<br>Fallout looked the Autobot up and down.<br><br>“You are called Huntron, correct?” Fallout spoke.<br><br>“Very well Huntron. You have asked, and I shall respond.”<br>The Autobot seemed genuinely interested in Falllouts’ response to the question he had asked, so Fallout saw no reason to withhold any answers.<br>“I joined the Autobots, because to the Decepticons I am a traitor. I abandoned Megatron and his maniacal quest to become a god. The Autobots’ were the only place I could turn to be… safe.”<br><br>Fallouts gaze focused more inwardly for a moment.<br><br>“I was imprisoned in maximum security stasis for my… crimes… When your high command finally deigned fit to release me; I was forbidden to wear your insignia, not that I would choose too, so that all of your brethren would know what I TRULY am…”<br><br>"I serve the Autobot's... because none else would take me..."<br><br>He leaned in closer to Huntron, his massive frame seeming to dwarf the Autobot.<br><br>“Tell me Autobot, what does that make you think… knowing a criminal walks among you? Are you afraid… Huntron?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 30, 2010, 05:14:12 am</strong>
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				Huntron listened in awe at the story of how Fallout came to be standing in front of him today, merely laughing when asked if he was afraid of being stood in front of a criminal.<br><br>"You must be joking right, you may be big, but you aren't that scary, I've been across worse Decepticons and lived to tell the tale"<br><br>Sizing the former Decepticon up, Huntron shrugged.<br><br>"Well, I'm glad you got given a second chance, maybe one day you will have the choice to wear the insignia, there aren't any Decepticons in this system apart from you, your one of us, not by choice I will admit, but your one of us and should have the right to wear the Autobot sign, even if you were a criminal"<br><br>Huntron was about to sit down against the wall when all of a sudden, Optimus' door opened and the ancient, wise voice drifted through.<br><br><em>"Huntron, Fallout, step inside"</em><br><br>Huntron looked at Fallout and then stepped into the quaters of the greatest living Autobot, he was shaking right down to his gears with excitement; it wasn't often Optimus had people in his quaters, prefering to send messages and commands over the commlink.<br><br><hr><br>As Huntron and Fallout came into the quaters, Optimus turned away from his massive window where he could oversee pretty much all of the activities of the city.<br><br><em>"Huntron and Fallout reporting for duty Sir"</em><br><br>The young Autobot snapped to attention which Optimus admired.<br><br>"At ease you two, I don't stand on ceremony much these days"<br><br>Optimus sized up Fallout for a moment and chuckled<br><br>"So, your the ex Decepticon among my ranks, it is good to have you with us, I was surprised when I was told but I don't mind, I am sorry some of the troops have being roughing you about, I will sort that out for you"<br><br>"Now, I am sure you both want to know why I have summoned you here, well the answer is simple, I am sending you both to Cybertron with a small team to start building the foundations for a new Autobot city there so that we can slowly start to rebuild the planet, it has been abandoned for years because of the massive amounts of damage the wars scarred it with, but I believe now is the time for us to rebuild, so your orders are clear; gather a team, take the shuttle to Cybertron, build a small shell for the city, send a team member back to let us know and then more of us will be back to Cybertron to help you out"<br><br>Optimus looked in silence as Huntrons jaw fell slack, Fallout didn't look so much surprised as shocked.<br><br>"Something on your mind Fallout?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 30, 2010, 10:02:03 pm</strong>
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				Fallout wasn’t sure how to take the Huntron’s response. He had been expecting some hint of fear, or at least the tensing of systems prepped for battle in responses to his thinly veiled menace. But instead… nothing. The Autobot hadn’t even so much as cycled an optic closed. Fallout considered this as the voice of The Prime summoned them into an interior chamber.<br><br>For all his time among the Autobots, Fallout had experience nothing short of derision or overt Hostility. Those who spoke to him, which were few and far between, spoke to him as a lesser being or as an unwanted and untrusted burden. Huntron had spoke to him as an equal, if not as a comrade.&nbsp; It was foolish Autobot sentimentality….<br><br>He had never spoke with someone that way before. Even among the Decepticons, there was constant posturing for superiority and attempts to belittle the one next to you through words and actions that made yourself look better. To treat one as an equal was to only give them one step up in their quest to step on you. However, something about the openness in Huntrons behavior appealed to Fallouts’ warrior spark….<br><br>Fallout pondered this as The Prime announced the reason for their summons and the mission they were to undertake. Just standing in the Autobots presence he could understand why he was accepted as their uncontested leader. There was power, and grace behind his words; unlike the seething insanity lurking behind every one of Megatrons vocalizations. <br><br>“The behavior of your underlings has no bearing on me, other than interfering with my ability to perform my assigned duties.” Fallout responded when addressed by Prime.<br><br>“But I do not understand. Why send us to Cybertron? Would not a squad of construction drones be more suited to the task?”<br><br>Fallout hadn’t set a foot on the surface of Cybertron since the great wars. But from what he remembered, the Decepticons (including him) had left the planet a burning husk drifting in orbit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2010, 04:30:42 am</strong>
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				Optimus smiled when Fallout asked about the constructicons that the Autobots had created centuries ago to combat the threat of Devastator.<br><br>"We could send them, but something tells me we need more than just Constructicons on Cybertron, I get the feeling there may be more than just burning buildings and rubble there, I don't know what it could be exactly, but I want you and Huntron and three other Autobots to go to Cybertron, we shall send the Constructicons with you, they will build the foundation whilst you and the others scout around and see what you can find, if anything, that will determine whether there is already activity on the planet or not"<br><br>Optimus had being having dreams recently of Cybertron and the return of the Decepticons, if this were to be true, it could mean the start of another war, a war that Cybertron might not ever recover from, a war so great, it could mean the ultimate destruction of Cybertron, Primus and the Vector Sigma computer that still resided within the core of the planet.<br><br>"Make sure Vector Sigma is not damaged, if there is even the slightest flux or slightest hint of damage to the computer internals, it could mean that the planet is becoming unstable and you should either try to repair it, or get out of there, gather up the team and come back to Earth"<br><br><hr><br>Optimus then dismissed them both, Huntron hadn't spoken a word, he was shocked.<br><br>"Fallout, what was Cybertron like the last time you were there? I have never been there in my life, I was created on Earth"<br><br>Huntron had often had thoughts and visions about what Cybertron would be like, he knew it had sustained intense damage during the legendary Great War between the Autobots and Decepticons, but he had no idea what he should expect when they got there.<br><br>"Thats another thing, why us? Surely it would have been better to send some of the other Autobots, like Jetfire and Ironhide, maybe they are getting on a little bit though, they have been around almost as long as Prime has"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2010, 05:44:50 pm</strong>
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				Fallout considered Huntron’s question and Prime’s reasoning as they exited the audience chamber. If there truly were possible threats to the planned reconstruction of Cybertron, then it only made sense to send in a capable soldier such as Fallout to eliminate it. And considering Fallout’s status, it only made sense to send another Autobot to watch him and make sure the former Decepticon didn’t try anything. Optimus displayed great wisdom in his choice.<br><br>“In order to understand the way Cybertron was when I left, you must first picture what it was… before.” Fallout began as they walked, his voice heavy with remembrance.<br><br>“When I first came online, Cybertron was a paradise. Cities unlike any that you have ever dreamed stretched from one side of a continent to another, with spires that jutted out as to touch the stars above…”<br><br>“It was peaceful then. We Decepticons were not as we are now. We were the Military of Cybertron, while your Autobot’s were it’s political strength. We kept Cybertron safe from the likes of the Quintison’s and other enemies that threatened our peace and prosperity.”<br><br>“But we Decepticon’s knew the truth. The only way to protect paradise was to ensure that it was well armed. The Autobot’s would not allow this; they wanted to keep the Military small and weak. Their refusal to understand the innate vulnerability their peaceful ways created caused we Decepticons to rebel.”<br><br>“We waged war on the Autobot’s, attempting to overthrow their government and replace it with a strong one that knew the benefits of a mighty military that could vanquish any foe. Sides were chosen. Lines were drawn, and glorious was had…”<br><br>Fallout paused momentarily as they reached a lift at the end of the hallway. He pressed the button to summon the conveyance, and continued his story while they waited.<br><br>“All that changed when Megatron was brought online. He was to be our great leader. The finest Military mind ever created. But something was… wrong. Megatron was powerful yes, and intelligent no doubt, but he was also insane. Under his lead, our campaign turned from the sacred battle to defend Cybertron from those who weakened it, to a campaign of genocide.”<br><br>“Entire cities of civilians, who had no part in our war, destroyed at the order of Megatron. It was not enough for him to simply assume power. He had to destroy any who he even thought might oppose his rule. Autobot prisoners who had surrendered honorably were brutally executed… or worse. We hung their sparkles bodies from the walls of our bases to show what would happen to those who opposed Decepticon Rule.”<br><br>“Our war destroyed Cybertron, and like a parasite fleeing it’s host when the body can’t sustain it anymore; Megatron took the Decepticons and fled. His hunger for power was as a black hole; never filling no matter how much was pulled inside, and he would destroy the entire galaxy if it meant he could increase his power. Cybertron was left a ruin. It’s cities burning slags of molten steel. It’s ones great spires, broken and collapsed. It’s people… all but dead. That is what we return to; the mangled body of our own home world."<br><br>The lift came and Fallout stepped inside, holding the door open for Huntron.<br><br>“And as to why we were chosen. More than likely, it is because WE are expendable. If their truly is a threat, I doubt prime would risk his most trusted lieutenants. I am a Decepticon and you are a relative unknown. Why not send us in first to gauge the level of the threat… it is what any great leader would do. It is what Megatron would have done…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2010, 06:21:47 pm</strong>
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				Huntron listened in absolute silence as Fallout told him all about Cybertron before, during and after it's fall into ruin, when he finally spoke, he felt upset in his spark.<br><br>"That is truly terrible, I hope we get to rebuild it, the wars have made us stronger than we were back then, we could easily defend it, especially since we have Prime to lead us, he led the other Autobots to victory in the end, he can do it again"<br><br>He considered the notion of being expendable and tried to put a good spin on it.<br><br>"Maybe he sends us because he wants to show the others that you can be trusted, as for me, I have proven myself a very capable scout, maybe this is a sign that he believes in my skills enough to send me on this mission, if there is anything there, we will find it, if it tries to stop us, we will crush it, with your mighty warrior ways and my speed, we make a good team"<br><br>He was trying his best to be positive, especially in front of the massive warrior like former Decepticon, inside he wasn't so sure.<br><br>"Megatron and Optimus are totally different bots, they are both the greatest leaders the factions have ever had, ok their methods vary, Megatron was a psychopath and possibly still is, Optimus is wise and compassionate, Optimus will always win in the end, no matter what, if a few of us expire along the way, then that is the way it will have to be"<br><br>Huntron kept walking along with Fallout, feeling a little put out that the former Decepticon considered him expendable material, not worthy of major notice and that he was generally an unnoticed Autobot, just some piece of metal to be used and cast aside when he had outlived his usefulness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2010, 07:15:09 pm</strong>
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				Fallout couldn’t help but chuckle darkly at the smaller Autobot’s optimism and enthusiasm. It felt good to laugh. It had been too long since he had done it last. Against his better judgment he was actually starting to like the little Autobot, if only just a little.<br><br>“Perhaps Huntron. Perhaps…”<br><br>Fallout considered the likelihood that two of them could protect a team of constructicons, while fighting a possible unknown alien menace. He didn’t like the odds. Certainly he would take his fair share of enemies with him, but he wasn’t aware of Huntron’s battle prowess.<br><br>“You are brave to be so willing to sacrifice your spark in the name of your cause” Fallout said with admiration.<br>“But you do not win a war by dying for your cause, you win it by making the enemy die for theirs.”<br><br>Fallout chuckled again at the old soldiers joke before continuing.<br><br>“Such blind faith in the guaranteed success of The Prime is unwise. Megatron and Optimus are different; this is true, as different as night is to day. But Megatron has one strength that Optimus lacks. He will stop at NOTHING to attain his goals. Optimus cares too much for his friends to allow them to be harmed. Megatron can use this against him.”<br><br>Fallout paused for a moment and turned to face Huntron.<br><br>“I hope for all our sakes, that you are correct on your optimism Huntron. Unfortunately, my programming doesn’t allow me to share it… If Prime does fall, and Megatron proves victorious, this entire universes will be plunged into a nightmare from which it may never awake…”<br><br>Fallout paused and resumed walking.<br><br>“But I speak out of turn. I am but a soldier. Let those that were created to think do so. Ours is not to question our duty, but to perform it until we are nothing more than the piles of scrap from whence we came. “<br><br>Fallout was quite for a few minutes in thought before he spoke again.<br><br>“When do you wish to depart?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>August 31, 2010, 07:26:49 pm</strong>
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				Huntron shrugged<br><br>"I will depart whenever you and the constructicons are ready"<br><br>He pondered the words of Fallout while they walked.<br><br>"Maybe Megatron is a little more ruthless than Optimus, but our allies and friends are just as important as our goal, if we have to fight to defend them when they are threatened, so be it, it happens all the time, we just do the best we can and that is all that is asked of us, we give 100% all the time"<br><br>He thought for a moment, he was enjoying the banter with Fallout, even if it was about something quite serious and ancient.<br><br>"To win a war, tactic is required as much as drive to achieve a goal, that is something Megatron lacks, he has the drive, but he does not always consider every factor in a situation, he has been known to leave the smallest of details out of his equations and thinking, so he will always be beaten, even by lesser bots like myself, I am a simple scout and yet with the right thinking, I could potentially topple the greatest of minds"<br><br>He looked up at the hulking Fallout, the Decepticon wasn't as bad as bots said he was, Huntron certainly didn't mind talking to him.<br><br>"Let us hope there is no threat on Cybertron, but you never know what could have settled there during the time it has been abandoned, there is always that chance of some sort of space creature"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 01, 2010, 03:28:10 am</strong>
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				Fallout considered Huntron’s words.<br><br>“There is some truth in your words.” He said, “You have a wisdom beyond your cycles. ”<br><br>Fallout smiled at Huntron's mention of what might lay ahead. It was not a pretty sight.<br><br>“Yes, there is always the chance of some unknown creature settling... Possibly even something hostile… “<br><br>Fallout looked Huntron up and down, almost as if seeing him for the first time.<br><br>“It is kind of you to remind me of the bright side of out mission. I even begin to suspect a warriors spark may yet burn inside your diminutive chassis…you would have made a fine Decepticon.”<br><br>Fallout turned to head towards the shuttle area.<br><br>“Let us ensure the constructicons are assembled. I wish to be underway within the cycle.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 01, 2010, 03:35:02 am</strong>
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				Huntron chuckled drily at Fallouts comment<br><br>"I doubt I could ever imagine myself being a Decepticon, you will make a good Autobot though"<br><br>He nodded when Fallout suggested they assemble the constructicons.<br><br>"Sounds like a plan, the sooner we are underway the better off we will be, if there is anything hostile on the planet, it will soon be removed"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 06, 2010, 07:25:29 pm</strong>
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				Fallout nodded. The two then made their way to the hangar. Upon entering the hangar, Fallout was only slightly surprised to see a large cargo ship in the middle that was being prepped for takeoff. A squad of approximately twelve Constructicons appeared to be finishing loading crates of supplies into the cargo hold of the ship.<br><br>“Apparently Prime was eager for us depart quickly as well…” Fallout said to Huntron.<br><br>Fallout moved forward to inspect the exterior of the ship. It was typical Autobot design; minimal offensive weaponry and heavily shielded. It appeared to have been refitted with long-range capabilities to aide in a speedy trip to Cybertron, but Fallout was nonplussed.<br><br>“This appears to be our vessel. Ensure the construction drones are ready, while I finish liftoff preparation.”<br><br>With that, Fallout stepped aboard the ship and headed towards the bridge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 20, 2010, 10:31:58 pm</strong>
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				[[ Hmmm... My character would already be located on Cybertron. Should I wait for you guys to arrive or have him putter around till then? ]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 11:53:17 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78586.msg3661517#msg3661517">Quote from: Nightcrawler on September 20, 2010, 10:31:58 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">[[ Hmmm... My character would already be located on Cybertron. Should I wait for you guys to arrive or have him putter around till then? ]]<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I'm gonna skip it to Cybertron now anyway with the Autobot Constructicons on board the ship with Huntron and Fallout, if anyone else wants to join in then they will have to do it on Cybertron, because I really want to get to the good stuff :p so feel free to do a post on Cybertron if you want too 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 12:36:36 pm</strong>
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				The war had ravaged the surface of the planet, the Decepticons fighting with a duel mentality. Cybertron could be rebuilt once they won and if they couldn't have it, neither would the Autobots. None expected it to last this long and destroy this much, much less the fact they might lose the war. Now the remaining Decepticons that hadn't fled to space to await orders struggled to get by. Energon stores were low and heavily rationed, leaving most of them functioning but feeling rather tired. Dropzone had allied himself with a fairly powerful raiding party though it was no secret that every single one of them was just waiting for something better to come along. Today, Dropzone, (as the best Seeker they had) was relieved of scouting for the few straggling Autobots that might attack their tiny base and instead was sent to scavenge what he could. It was very rare for a Seeker, or anyone else for that matter, to have the ability to teleport and Dropzone was one of them. Trouble was, he was still working on it... Unlike Skywarp which could accurately warp himself anywhere as long as he had the coordinates, Dropzone had a margin of error that was a kilometer in diameter. This meant he could indeed move troops as Skywarp did, but they would have to adjust their position from there. Not as useful obviously. He had 'ported himself and was now flying towards a particularly large building. It sure enough had been devastated by the war, but not everything was salvageable.<br><br>The trouble was, it was close to the recaptured Iacon which meant that he risked being spotted by the Autobots there. These supplies were needed for repairs of their small HQ as well as themselves however. He would risk it. Cutting his engines as he often did, he plummeted out of the sky only to transform and kick on the thrusters to cushion his landing. He looked around nervously to find he was alone for the time being. Quickly he moved for the building. Surely the Autobots had thought to search this building themselves, but unlike himself, were unwilling to check the more unstable parts. These were his targets as they had the best chance of still having something he might be able to use. "Slag... I wish I knew what was happening with the Earth team... Are they coming back? Did anyone survive...?" He muttered to himself only to sigh. "I suppose I shouldn't worry about that now and focus..." Having no real friends and only a loose companionship with the other three Seekers in the raiding party. A rather vicious hover tank lead the team and he wouldn't be at all pleased if he came back empty servoed... He knew the other Seekers on his team were already on the lookout for him to start carrying back what he could find. For now, he carefully started to pick his way inside.<br><br>[[ I hope you guys don't mind I gave him crappy teleporting abilities... I wanted to make him a little more useful. I'll be fixing his character sheet right now. ]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 02:01:49 pm</strong>
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				Huntron was tired, he had been awake most of the journey, ok he didn't need much sleep because he was a scout and he was also able to keep off sleep by shutting down parts of his system he didn't need to use while flying a ship, but he could have done with a rest all the same, he had been pulled straight from guard duty straight into this trip back to Cybertron.<br><br>Every now and then he would drift off into his own little cyber world, imagining what Cybertron would look like. He had learned much of what it had looked like from Fallout, but still he couldn't quite imagine it. However, the alert that sounded on the radar system brought him back down to earth from one of these little day dreams to find that they were coming up on a planet, more specifically; Cybertron.<br><br>Huntron jumped onto the controls with lightning quick reactions, opening up his comms<br><br>"Hey Fallout, I need you up here, coming up on Cybertron"<br><br>He looked out of the window into the darkness of space and saw debris all over the place, circling the dark and barren looking planet of Cybertron. The mere sight of it almost brought an oil tear to Huntrons eye, it was such a sad sight to see a once mighty planet of legend as a deep, dark and silent husk, void of all life.<br><br>"Omg"<br><br>Huntron whispered, he couldn't take his eyes off it, it was both beautiful and saddening, he had never imagined it could be like this.<br><br>Opening his comms again<br><br>"Fallout, hurry up and get on this bridge now, I haven't got all day, there is a lot of debris up here and you are the better pilot"<br><br>He closed his comms and kept the ship from crashing into any flying metal or wreckage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 03:19:21 pm</strong>
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				Finally inside, Dropzone was oblivious to the fact a ship was closing in on the planet, let alone an Autobot one. It would surely spell trouble for him and he was none the wiser. Deeper into the building he went, searching for anything they might be able to use. No surprise he found nothing when he was barely inside, all the usable things picked clean by this point. He made his way deeper, barely able to fit through some of the cracks he risked ducking through. Once he got deeper in, he finally started to find the barest of things. Hm. Seems the Autobots were desperate as well if they would risk their soldiers to come here. Deeper still and hesitantly edging into a room that looked about ready to collapse, he powered up his thrusters to hover inside, not daring to put any weight on what was obviously a <em>very</em> weak floor. And so he set to work, thankfully finding quite a nice haul here. And so he collected as much as he could carry before warping away and appearing within a kilometer of the hide out. Putting everything gentle down on the ground, called out to the nearest Seeker. "First load on my location! I found a fairly good cache this time guys!" He called, warping back only when he'd gotten a positive response that someone was coming to gather what he'd gotten so far. <br><br>He appeared again, this time a little closer to the building he'd been searching to. Unfortunately, it also landed him in clear view of what was left of Iacon! A sharp intake of hair and he was speeding to the nearest hiding place. He panted softly cutting his engines to better judge if someone was coming after him. Nothing it see,ed... Perhaps he'd lucked out... Once he was sure no one was being sent to offline him, he made his way back into the building and back into the room he had found to gather a second load.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 03:45:57 am</strong>
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				Fallout stood on the battlefield. All around him were the blasted and twisted remains of what had been mighty buildings and enemy vehicles. His pistons were well oiled, and the servomotors in his torso moved with expert precision his mighty fist hammered into his foe… Megatron.<br><br>The great leader of the Decepticons staggered backwards under the force of Fallouts attack.<br><br>“You were a fool to disobey me Fallout, and double the fool for returning!”<br><br>“No Megatron. You are the fool!”<br><br>Megatron leaped at fallout tackling him to the ground and sending the two rolling into a nearby building that collapsed as they crashed into it.<br><br>“I’ll crush your spark with my bare hands!” Megatron roared as he gained the upperhand, pinning Fallout.<br><br>“Better than you have tried, Megatron!” Fallout retorted as he fired his weapon at pointblank range. <br><br>The proximity of the blast destroyed Fallouts left arm and a significant portion of his weapons system. However, it also severely damaged Megatron and sent the massive Decepticon hurtling backwards. Fallout stood and menacingly advanced.<br><br>“You… you… cannot defeat me… I am your master.” Megatron gurgled through damaged vocalizers. Fallouts blast had destroyed much of Megatrons' torso, but apparently the maniac was still functioning… not for much longer.<br><br>“You are not fit to lead the Decepticons.” Fallout declared. “I shall rule. And under my leadership we shall crush the Autobot resistance, and force them to recognize Decepticon rule… Your reign of madness is at an end Megatron.”<br><br>“NNNOOOOO-“ Megatron cried out, but his cry was cut short as Fallouts heavy foot came crashing down on his head, obliterating it. Fallout looked on in satisfaction as the last bit of light slowly faded from Megatrons' fading optics. He turned to the immense gathering of Decepticons who had been watching the battle between the two titans.<br><br>“Decepticons! I am your leader now! Stand strong! Rally our forces! For now is the time. For glorious… WAR!”<br><br>“WAR! WAR! WAR!” The chant echoed across the entire surface of the planet as the Decepticons picked up his cry.<br><br>Then suddenly, there was a presence next to him. Fallout stood ready to crush any who dared to challenge his power, even in his weakened state. To his surprise it was Optimus prime. Optimus reached out and placed a gentle hand where Fallout’s missing arm had been.<br><br>"<strong>Fallout, hurry up and get on this bridge now,</strong>” Prime spoke.<br><br>Strange, the voice didn’t sound like Prime…<br><br>**************************************<br><br>Fallout awoke in his cabin aboard the cruiser. Huntrons' voice continued out of the ships Comm system.<br>“I<strong> haven't got all day, there is a lot of debris up here and you are the better pilot</strong>" <br><br>Fallout muttered as he rose. It had been a good dream. A glorious one. One that maybe, one day, he would fulfill.<br><br>As he moved towards the bridge, Fallout felt ache in his gears in pistons. He was getting old. In the dream he had been young, his parts had bee new and eager for testing. Now he had undergone so many repairs that he didn’t even remember which parts were original.<br><br>Fallout entered the bridge and took the co-pilots seat next to his Autobot companion.<br><br>“I have the controls Huntron.” He intoned. ”Setting in course to begin descent to planet side.”<br><br>He flipped a few switches and typed a series of commands into the ships navigation computer.<br><br>“Perform a scan of the surface and see if we can find a suitable landing area. You might also want to check to for signs of life… although I doubt anything could have survived this long on that…”<br><br>Fallout looked out the view port and the decimated planet. It was worse than he remembered it. Or perhaps seeing it again, only reminded him of how bad it had been.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 04:23:05 am</strong>
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				Another warp to drop off his new load and he returned again, this time ending up the same distance away, but thankfully on the side that was <em>away</em> from the Autobot's holed up inside their once grand Iacon. It was true, few survived on the planet's surface any longer and was did was struggling to scrape by at best. Nothing much more than competing raiding parties. The Autobots were a little more willing to work together, but at this point relations were strained even among them. The Decepticon raiding parties however didn't discriminate faction, attacking and taking what they could from anyone they came across. Dropzone was just lucky he was accepted into one of the larger ones, though it had been made very clear that his teleporting abilities was his only redeeming quality.<br><br>Dropzone sighed softly as he started to fly back towards the building stopping just short of it. He looked around, hearing a deep rumbling. What was that?! His gaze finally looked up and he caught sight of a ship just as it started to enter their atmosphere, glowing red optics widening. <br><br>"No way..."Unable to help himself he transformed back into a tetrajet and warped straight up appearing well bellow the ship. From here he flew up towards it, trying to identify which side had finally returned home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 05:33:58 pm</strong>
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				Huntron turned to the scanner system after he had handed the controls to Fallout, he ran a scan for a good landing zone, finding one just outside of a massive building that he knew the name of, the grand Citadel known as Iacon, where the Autobot High Council had once presided, the place were Optimus was named as The Last Prime.<br><br>"Fallout, there is a spot open just outside of the Iacon building, looks safe enough to land on"<br><br>He then ran a scan for life forms and was extremely shocked to find blips inside of the Iacon building itself, numbers unknown, and a nother blip outside of the building, quite close to the ship infact.<br><br>"Er....we have life signs, both inside Iacon and outside, I don't know who they are though, the scanner can't make out signitures apart from heat, we'll have to investigate, hopefully they will be friendlies"<br><br>He kept a check on the both scanners just in case there was a sudden change in any of the readings, he was hoping the blips were friends instead of foes, from what he had seen of the planet as they were pulling down into the atmosphere, it was a very unstable landscape and would be treacherous to fight on.<br><br>An alert sounded on the scanner just as the ship was pulling closer to the Iacon building and then a hail of gunfire sounded, rounds whizzed past the ship, a couple hitting the hull, causing pressures to rise and the ship to groan dangerously; someone was shooting to kill down there.<br><br>"Fallout, fire incoming, from the Iacon building, land us right now before we crash land and pass on into The Matrix"<br><br>Huntron then strapped himself into his seat with the harness, this was going to be one hell of a bumpy landing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 06:06:36 pm</strong>
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				Despite his high speed, the distance was long and slow to close. Before he could get a good look, rounds started to zip up towards that. "YAA!! SLAG!!" He wasn't going to get himself killed over this! And so he sharply changed directions, full throttle towards the ground. Terminal velocity wasn't fast enough, he needed to get out of the air quick! He was too afraid of overshooting his warp and ending up inside of something and so flying was just the only way. His engines screamed as he flew, the dark colors a fairly good hint of his faction and the glowing purple symbols confirming it, assuming the ship finally got visual on him. He would have teleported back to base, but he wanted to confirm ID on the ship first. This could be a very important discovery no matter who's side they were on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 06:14:31 pm</strong>
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				Fallout tensed as the ship shook under the heavy barrage of fire.<br><br>“Slagging Autobot design!” Fallout cursed as he fought the controls to stay steady.<br><br>Thankfully the ship had been designed with heavy shielding to protect the occupants inside, unfortunately it was a cargo ship and thus too heavy to engage in any evasive maneuvers.<br><br>Fallout turned his attention to a blinking red indicator on his control panel.<br><br>“One of our rear stabilizers was hit! Were too heavy in the back end… I’m must ettison the cargo hold or we’ll crash!”<br>Fallout began to type the series of commands that would detach the rear end of the ship. Unfortunately it was where all the construction materials and energon supplies they had brought for their mission were loaded. It was also where the Autobot Constructicons were located. Some might survive the jettison and following impact… but not all.<br><br>“Prepare to unlock restraining bolts!” Fallout barked towards Huntron.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 11:12:31 pm</strong>
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				The ship wasn't doing well and he still didn't know who's side it was on... Just his luck... Even if it was an enemy ship, they would benefit more from it if it was less damaged. As reluctant as he was, he took off at an angle now, straightening to jet straight past Iacon. He fired upon it in hopes of getting their attention away from the ship, riding heavily on the fact he was incredibly agile and so a hard target to hit! He just hoped he survived the stunt to find out who he was saving. <br><br>"That ship will be ours Autobots!! You should abandon all hope of recovering it!!" He screeched, baiting the the Autobots to divert their fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2010, 11:21:33 am</strong>
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				Huntron tapped commands into the control console, readying to gettison the cargo hold, luckily the Constructicons were in their own quaters instead of having to share space in the large hold that unforutnately had all of their supplies.<br><br>"Ready Fallout, gettisoning in 3...2...1"<br><br>He pressed the button and felt the ship speed up immediately as the cargo was thrown off. He was annoyed that the firing party had caused the loss of their supplies, now they would have to recover it.<br><br>"Fallout, have we got any weapons on board other than those that we have of our own?"<br><br>It probably wouldn't be a good thing to fire back at the building, it could serve as a make do base once the previous occupants had been cleared from it.<br><br>"Ah nuts to this, I'm going down"<br><br>Huntron unstrapped himself from his seat and readied his weapon, going to the exit where he intended to jump out.<br><br>"Keep the ship safe, I'll be with you soon"<br><br>He then hit the button and was soon clear of the ship. Landing on the ground, he rolled and transformed into his car form and sped off towards the Iacon Building, he didn't have a plan but he could always make it up as he went along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2010, 01:48:42 pm</strong>
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				The Tetrajet turned his attention back towards the ship for a moment as he heard a noise only to find the carrier had ejected it's rear storage. Slag... He hoped some of it was recoverable. The thought of zooming over and helping soften it's landing did cross his mind, but even if his other three Seeker companions were here, it would be highly unlikely they would have to combined thrust to make much of a difference and risked damaging themselves. He would just have to hope it more or less survived with how heavily armored it seemed to be. For now he would have to work on continuing to feebly draw away the Autobot fi....re...? His glowing red optics widened as he spotted an Autobot leaving the ship to join the battler only to screech in pain as he was hit. He pulled away and struggled to land himself behind come cover. He lay on his belly for a moment, part of his right wing sparking. He whimpered softly knowing this would hurt, transforming into robot mode with another pained cry. Now he had a new problem. He stood there, back to the half crumbled wall with Iacon behind him and an Autobot car speeding towards him from the opposite direction. <br><br>It had to be an Autobot ship then and considering the size of the ship, it is likely carrying several though at least one had to be left behind to pilot. He was in trouble now... He opened up his comm and called out to his raiding party. "Sir!! Iacon is aware of my presence and I---" He blinked as he was cut off, systems chirping in surprise. "I-I can't come back with more supplies I'm under fire and damaged! An Autobot ship has---" His optics grew wide as he was cut off again, this time with very grave news. "B-but...!! Wait!! Sir!!!" But he could feel the tank cutting the transmission from the other end. He'd just been abandoned.<br><br>This was bad... This was <em>really</em> bad... He couldn't fly and now he had nowhere safe to warp away to. He needed repairs, too... His intake started to become uneven as he began to panic, pressing his back against the wall in fear. He was quickly running out of options! He wouldn't fire upon the car racing towards him. He would be safer as an Autobot prisoner than he would be as a damaged lone scavenger. He had no doubt in his processor that he wouldn't survive long enough to find himself a new group to fly with. However... There was the oncoming fire to deal with... He took a chance, disengaging and locking up his weapons...<br><br>"Autobot!! I have disengaged my weapons!! Those are your friends firing upon us!! Open your com and tell them to cease fire!! Or we'll all be slagged!!" He called out loudly to the oncoming car riding on the fact that as he hadn't opened fire, he might not be attacked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2010, 04:23:22 pm</strong>
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				Huntron transformed into his robot form and stopped with a slight screech as he slid across the planet surface, he came to a stop with his weapon drawn and ready to fire at the voice if it proved to be a trick and he had stopped to be fired upon.<br><br>"Come out right now and you shall not be fired upon"<br><br>He held his weapon up, ready to fire at anything that presented a threat to him or the ship.<br><br>"I cannot open the comm link to the bots inside because I don't know any of them, I don't know the frequency they are on and I most certainly aren't a friend of someone who fires upon me"<br><br>Huntron was beyond annoyed now, he was pretty much ripping the wiring in his vocals to be heard over the fire of the Iacon guns and he now had to deal with someone else who was somewhere where they weren't supposed to be.<br><br>"Get the hell out here right now or I open fire, then I will use your corpse as a shield to get into Iacon, don't think I will"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2010, 04:50:29 pm</strong>
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				The Decepticon bristled at being threatened, but didn't dare snap back when he was trying to save his hide. He scrambled out of his hiding place only to duck behind rubble, but indeed in plain view of the car. He flinched as his wing sparked the damage not enough to technically ground him, but bad enough he didn't want to risk flying. "There! You can see me! Now call off your glitched Autobot friends before they slag us all! Tell them you're a returning unit from Earth or something, ANYTHING!" He screeched in the scratchy high pitched voice many Seekers sported. "A-ACKK!" He yelped as something blew in his wing. Quickly for the sake of saving it, he cut off power to it, he sparks dying off and rendering the wing completely useless for the time being. "Slag..." The Seeker was obviously in pain, but somehow he doubted he would be shown any sympathy. Primus... He was probably going to be tortured for information wasn't he...? Do the 'noble' Autobots torture people?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 01:38:59 am</strong>
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				Huntron could now see the unit in front of him, he saw the Decepticon insignia on one of his wings.<br><br>"Decepticons, what are you doing back on Cybertron?"<br><br>He then looked up at the Iacon Building and opened his comm link onto all frequencies.<br><br>"Attention anyone inside the Iacon Building who can hear this message, seize fire immediately, you are firing on Autobots from Earth, repeat, you are firing upon Autobots from Earth, seize fire immediately"<br><br>When the firing didn't stop, Huntron looked at the Decepticon and then shrugged.<br><br>"I'm letting you go this one time, if we cross paths again, you will be reduced to molten slag, got it?"<br><br>Huntron then ran into the Iacon Building, to see if he could stop the fire from the Autobot defences, at least they weren't Decepticons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 03:34:12 am</strong>
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				The Seeker blinked as the other seemed surprised to see him. "You... You're kidding, right...? The Earth teams were small! What did you think the rest of us did back home? Twiddle our thumbs to pass the time? The war has been going on for hundreds of stellar cycles, the spat on Earth only a speck among it all... The war continued here and we ravaged the planet... Neither side won... Many of us left, but some of use remain loyal to our home... We don't want to leave... Even if it is a wasteland. Maybe someday Cybertron will be beautiful again... Like how I remember it before the war started..." He sounded honestly sad about what had happened to their planet, even looking out at the mangled metal landscape. The car called for the attack to stop then. It didn't. <br><br>"Slag... Autobots usually consider working with each other... They must be really desperate for supplies if they're unwilling to try diplomacy when its offerrrrr---H-Hey!! You're leaving me here?!" He flew into a minor panic, watching the Autobot rush into the oncoming fire. "Stupid Autobot... Must be glitched to willingly run into an attack like that. By himself no less! If he can't reason with them quick, he's as good as offline..." He muttered, turning his attention instead to the ejected cargo hold... Maybe he could salvage something he might be able to repair himself with in there... Assuming it wasn't all destroyed. Oh... And if there was any surviving Energon cubes... It had been so long sense he'd had a full tank... And so he carefully started to limp his way towards the abandoned back end of the ship, hoping no insane Autobot leapt out of it and hunted him down. He was in no condition to fight any longer and with his wing virtually unusable, he had no means of safely fleeing. If it came down to it, he would warp away, but he no longer had a safe place to return to. "Ugh... Why does everything have to hurt?!" He complained sure enough in a fairly large amount of pain as he slowly made his way along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 04:09:58 pm</strong>
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				Huntron opened his comm link to Fallout while he was running through the errily deserted building.<br><br>"Fallout, Huntron reporting, I'm inside the Iacon Building, moving in to stop the fire, there is a Decepticon down in the debris as well, injured, right wing broken and unable to escape, pick him up and make sure he doesn't go anywhere near the cargo bay, he may be looking for energon and repairs"<br><br>Huntron then cut the comm link and headed deeper into the building, his keen scout senses able to pick up on the slightest sound. He heard shouting and cursing coming from deep within the building, probably come the command room, he would have to be on alert at all times.<br><br>All of a sudden, an alarm sounded and a voice called out "INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT"<br><br>So much for the stealth approach, Huntron thought, running like crazy, the corridor was wide enough for him to transform in, so he turned into his car mode and tore up the floor as he sped off through corridor after corridor, not even sure where he was going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 09:12:14 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Flameout had been recharging in safety of an abandoned building in Iacon, his scanners sweeping outward to detect any anomalies or bots in the area. He had been settled nicely in the upper levels of what used to be a the earth equivalent of an office building, he had been searching the archives for maps and blueprints of the buildings. Anything that could relent information of energon deposits or even a way to rebuild the space bridge or even a modification depot... anything to try and give himself the advantage out in the wastes. Or something to give him the edge over the autobots that had fortified themselves deep into Iacon, anything to gain some sense over them.<br><br>It was at this point Flameout's scanners had picked something large coming in from the distance, quickly his optics came into focus as he he pushed himself off the unsteady ground. Steadily he picked himself off the ground and hovered towards the large window that over looked the ravaged city, his light blue optics grew wide at the sight of the cargo ship. " Primus save us! Is it help...?" His hope was fleeting, he wondered if it had been a crew sent by the team that Optimus had took. Had they received his distress calls?<br><br>Flameout was quickly horrified with with what had happened within the next few moments, Iacon had opened fire on the incoming ship.<br><br>He made his way towards the gaping hole that lead outside of the build as he transformed in mid motion, the jet traveling quickly out from his hiding hole. He opened communication with the frequency he had picked up from the ship. "Are you lot a sight for sore optics!" He hailed the ship Fallout was piloting and tried to hail Huntron in process, he had a soft Australian accent, " Keep it steady, autobots in Iacon aren't how they used to be. Flying colors is about as good as painting a target on your backside friend, I'm Flameout and I'm probably the last sane Autobot left on Cybertron, let alone Iacon."<br><br>His scanners were on high alert, maneuvering around the shots that were being fired. He tried his luck with the bots that were fortified within Iacon's center. " Cease fire! You don't have to do this, they might be here to help us!"</span><br><br>[ ooc: Yo, just throwing myself in there. ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 10:28:06 pm</strong>
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				And so, the Seeker continued to limp along, systems chirpping as he heard a new sound. A jet? No... Someone couldn't have possibly been sent to help him! He looked back, optic's widening as he spotted the Autobot jet. "Oh... Of course... This solar cycle just keeps getting better and better... A-AARRGH!!" He cried out as he switched the power to his wing back on, sparks raining down from the whole in the lower half. <br><br>He shuddered in vicious pain, transforming before jetting towards the cargo hold at full throttle. His wing screamed in pain, but he had no choice. An Autobot flyer was not someone he would be able to get away from without flight. If he wanted to retain his flight, he was going to have to <em>very</em> quickly find some supplies he might be able to use from the wreckage. Moments later he was there and transforming back, his breathing coming unevenly. His vision flickered and started to lose resolution as he redirected his energy to internal repairs, hearing and all other sensors also dulling with it. He whimpered as he limped forward only to lean against a box to rest... Just... Just a short rest... The power was shut off to his wing again, mercifully numbing it. Still, the rest of him hurt though was fairing much better. Glowing red optics looked around to see if there was anything he might be able to use within sight of where he leaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 11:56:43 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">" Disengage, I repeat disengage. You are firing on friendlies!" Pleaded Flameout, still they either did not receive his com-link or they were ignoring the 'traitor'. He sighed audibly, his scanners picking up the faint signal from below. He barely caught sight of the jet as it flew, he veered course unawares of the happenings below or that Huntron was even infiltrating the base at all. What kind of idiot would do that anyways? No one is possibly that stupid.<br><br>He only hoped the ship was strong enough to hold it's own against the blasts, if the pilot was smart they would've rerouted the power towards the energon shield to keep it safe until the glitched autobots within their base decided to cease fire. " I need to speak to your leader!" He once more hailed out to Fallout and Huntron, " Can you give me your status? I can patch you in with the base, I have their frequency! Maybe you guys can give some sense to them, they sure as hell are not listening to me."<br><br>Flamebot hovered low towards the ground, the ruins and rubble gave him optimum cover as he picked up the signal near the drop sight of the cargo hold. This was something Flameout did often, he would do rounds around the city, looking for injured or dying bots of any faction. He gained a small legend for himself, tales of a red and white jet saving the lost within the city. It was more of a ghost story and depending on who told it, the story changed greatly. It was hard work, but he still continued what he was programmed to do. Save lives and do his best, and primus he was going to do it. As the signal grew stronger, it meant he was closing in on the bot. <br><br>Transforming as fluidly as one could walk, Flameout shifted his right hand into the barrel of his medigun as he carefully landed. Peds walking gently along the ground shifting between cover before reaching the cargo hold and the Decepticon which sought refuge near it. "Steady, jet. I ain't gonna hurt you." He spoke softly, his other free hand gesturing for him to remain calm. He did a quick diagnostic scan of the seeker, though optics clearly gave him what was the problem. " You can't fly on that wing, don't force it to work it'll do you no good." He was speaking as gently as he could as he carefully crossed the distance between the two. A wounded decepticon was like a wounded animal, if you approuched to quickly or made a wrong move they could lash out at you.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 12:24:42 am</strong>
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				He was so tired... Still, his short rest was over. He need to repair himself as quickly as he could so that he might be able to fly out and find some kind of shelter. His odds were very slim on his own, but slim was better than offline. Just as he was straightening someone called to him. Fear gripped him and his systems were brought back to full attention... All of them. "GAAH!!" He cried as his damaged wing sparked angrily in pain, his optics losing resolution for a moment from the sudden shock to his systems before coming back into focus. There before him, was that same white and red jet. He'd been chased down it seems. He was a Cybertron resident however, that much was clear. He wasn't nice and clean like that scout that had threatened him had been. He slowly backed away from the Autobot flyer, optics narrow. <br><br>"D0N'T YOU COME NEAR ME!!" He screeched quickly, panic gripping him. He really wasn't in any condition to fight, but what choice did he have now? He gasped as he found himself accidentally backed into a corner, quickly bringing up his arm to point the mounted null ray gun at him. He trembled visibly in fear, but didn't fire just yet. His weapons consumed energy after all and he didn't have much to spare and would need every ounce of it if he intended to repair all the damage done to him. For now, he would only threaten the other jet with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 12:36:40 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Flameout shifted his right hand back out, the barrel of the medigun hiding once more inside his arm. Raising up both servos towards the decepticon, he stopped his progression in movement. " Hey, calm down you're going to over heat." He sounded stern as he spoke, "I want to help you." He was hesitant to stay where he stood, he was out in the open and he wasn't sure if he could be seen and fired upon. His scanners continued it's sweep, if something came at them he'd know it.<br><br>" Between the both of us, we know you can't fire that weapon without the chance of going into stasis." He didn't sound threatening or cocky, it was as though he spoke with great concern. " Put the null-ray down seeker, I'm not going to attack you."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 12:47:45 am</strong>
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				For the moment, the gun remained in place. "Why would an Autobot want to help a Decepticon? This is obviously a trick! You're trying to get me to let my guard down! Don't assume I am helpless Autobot!! I will not hesitate to fire!!" Says the one not firing... Of course. Flameout was wrong! He could fire his null ray! Once... A second shot would slam him straight into hard stasis. A single shot would leave him drained enough that it wasn't likely he would have the energy to run away, let alone take flight a second time on his damaged wing. As it was, he was nearly 100% sure he lacked the energy to warp away anymore. <br><br>"S-stay away! I won't believe your filthy Autobot lies!" He snapped weakly, obviously exhausted as it was. His aim was even swaying as he struggled to remain standing despite the damage he'd taken on. "I will shot! I'm not bluffing!" That was a half lie. He would indeed shoot in desperation, but he <em>really</em> didn't want to...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 01:31:23 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Flameout kept his hands up, he narrowed his optics as soon as the Decepticon questioned his motives. "...Because I haven't forgotten what our civilization was built on." He frowned, memories were what kept him running now. He'd replay them right before he'd go into recharge, to remind himself why he was taking the burdens of a dying world. "I remember what our home was like before Megatron, before he decided to turn it into a dreadnought!" This was true, he remembered how things had escalated and severely got out of hand, Megatron ruled the decepticons with the notion to make the Transformers the most powerful race in the galaxy. The idea at first was good, to protect Cybertron from any further onslaught from outside forces... It just turned into something else, it became a power struggle and a blood fight over ideals. "<em> Peace Through Tyranny.</em> Remember that slogan? How far has that gotten?" He asked, not taking another step further. " I am not petty enough to continue a feud that has no purpose at this point, I want to rebuild our home... <em>Not burn it down to the ground</em>." He had his communication link open when he spoke about why he wanted to help, he made sure if anyone had heard him they would even if they wanted to or not. Quietly he shut it off as he then continued to speak to the seeker. " Unless you are still loyal to a leader that has left you all behind, I suggest you take my help even if you don't like it. We have no word on what happened after the Ark left... Judging by this, the autobots who left with Optimus may have gotten the distress signal I sent... I doubt the bots in Iacon have any idea what they are doing." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 01:55:23 am</strong>
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				The Decepticon stood his ground, trembling visibly. He remembered that. He too was around for when Cybertron was still a paradise... Megatron had risen up, urging them all to seek power so that no one could ever hurt them or their home again. "I-if you Autobots hadn't opposed us, this war would have never happened! He wanted what was best for us! The stronger we are as a race the safer we will be! Peace is an idealistic concept! It is something that is nice to think about, but what if someone attacks our planet? What then?! Peace lulls you into a state of security! You assume that nothing bad will ever happen and so you become weak! Strength brings about safety!" He argued back in return. "The weak will only drag us down!" This was coming from a bot that could barely keep himself standing anymore... <br><br>Despite his conviction, his weapon was slowly lowered. "Why did you have to fight us so hard...? Why couldn't we all fight together to keep everyone safe...? I... I won't abandon my cause... Cybertron will have no equal... Megatron will lead us to a safe world where we can live happily, knowing no harm will ever befall us because we can protect ourselves. We will save this planet from your idealistic dreams and protect it here in reality..." He murmured, finally allowing himself to slump against the wall then slide down to the ground to sit. <br><br>Lord Megatron will return to us. He always does... It's only a matter of time. When he does, we will gather up under him again..." He quieted then, tired and seemingly fully convinced that every word he said was the deepest of truths. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 02:42:18 am</strong>
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				Huntron had come to a screeching halt inside Iacon, an unfamiliar name and signal had reached him on his comm link.<br><br>Transforming back into his robot form, he held his rifle in one hand and opened his link to respond<br><br>"This is Huntron here, identify yourself"<br><br>He had heard the name Flameout mentioned, but it didn't seem very familiar, Optimus had never mentioned anyone from the Autobots staying behind, the planet was supposed to be barren and completely void of life, so where the hell had the Decepticon and this new Autobot come from.<br><br>He then hailed Fallout again to see if he could get a reply<br><br>"Fallout, get landed right now, we really cannot afford to lose the ship, the Constructicons need to get that cargo hold secured, I'm going to come back out of Iacon now and talk to the newcomer, I can't find the slagging control room in here, it's too big"<br><br>He transformed back into his car form and sped through and out of Iacon, heading for the signal that was reaching him from the Autobot known as Flameout, above, he could see the ship was heading for the landing zone, the bots inside Iacon were either really bad shots or the shield of the ship were holding very well, Fallout must have put some extra energy into them.<br><br>He reached the cargo hold and transformed, holding his rifle at the ready.<br><br>"Huntron here, identify yourselves"<br><br>He detected two life signatures within the cargo hold, one of them must be Flameout, the other one he suspected would that that Decepticon seeker he had come across earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 03:21:23 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">If Flameout could have shed a tear for the injured Seeker, he would have. A deep sadness ebbed at him, he felt it in his spark. There was a valid point in the Decepticon's words, if the Autobots hadn't resisted Megatron their world would still be whole. "There is a difference between what he wanted to achieve and what he he sought after." He watched as the Seeker lowered his weapon, he made his approach as Dropzone slumped against the wall. His right hand shifted, revealing the barrel of the medigun once again. Kneeling down he crouched close towards the green and gray jet. "We fought as hard as we did, because Megatron wanted our world under his total control." The blue waves of light aimed itself at the seeker, doing the initial repairs. " He wanted take away our freedom, if he did that our entire world would've been safe yes... but we would be a Military, not a civilization. If we had no freedom, there would be no uprising, opinions, or free thought. Picture Megatron's perfect world, a place where no one would ever think differently and no one would ever question his power."<br><br>The Medical Jet opened up a storage unit on his side and took out a few parts, with what he needed in hand, Flameout started to repair the injured Seeker's wing. " A very famous bot once told us something rather profound,<em> Freedom is the right to all sentient beings</em>."<br><br>Halfway through his repair, he stopped. His scanners picked up another bot coming in at high speed. It must've been the one that disappeared through his scanner. Dropzone's wing was in far better shape, but he wasn't completely repaired. Standing, he motioned for Dropzone to stay on the ground. " You must be Huntron," He spoke just as the scout had confront them, his hand had shifted back. " You look to young to be leading a group of saviors in a savage land."<br><br>Flameout was startled by the scout's plea for identification, they had previously communicated through commlink. Through that, that would have left an identifiably signature behind clearly marking him as an Autobot and a friendly. This was not boding well for Flameout, apparently the team that was sent to Cybertron was inexperienced or ill-informed. "Like I stated over open-communication I'm Flameout. I was leader to one of the foremost emergency response units in Iacon City during the war before the Ark left our planet with Optimus's team." He didn't speak this with pride, more like he was stating an obvious fact. "It's been millions of years before the remainder of Cybertron has had any contact with any of the Transformers that had left. The autobots that had volunteered to stay behind have grown weary of waiting, everyone has lost hope. You have arrived at a critical time, what news do you bring? Was it my distress signals that brought you back?" He seemed weary and almost pleading as he spoke to the younger autobot.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 03:37:04 am</strong>
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				Huntron lowered his weapon and walked over to the Autobot and the Decepticon casualty<br><br>"My apologies for not picking up on your signature, I know we communicated previously, but I was built on Earth, my sensors are a little stoked to be on another planet right now and I miss things easily, even though I am a scout, I am indeed Huntron, you must be Flameout, it is good to meet you"<br><br>He looked down at the partially repaired wing of the seeker.<br><br>"Looks like he is going to be ok afterall, now back to the matter at hand, I need the frequency of the bots in Iacon, I couldn't get hold of them earlier"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 03:57:47 am</strong>
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				The Seeker was tense as the Autobot flyer drew closer, but didn't move to attack him. He needed the repair and at this point he would take it where he could get it. He murmured quietly as the beam started to help with the basic repairs to his system slowly relaxing at the pleasant feel of his systems knitting back together properly. Soon enough his wing was repaired enough to use again, but still not in top condition. With the repairs he'd gotten, though still unfinished, Flameout had very likely saved him from certain destruction.&nbsp; At some point, without ever realizing it, his optics had slipped shut, contently sitting there as he was worked on. That didn't last too long. Glowing red optics unshuttered themselves as Huntron made another appearance and the reaction was instant. Huntron reacted more like the Autobots he was used to, the desperate violent ones. Flameout was a rare exception, still retaining the nobility Autobots were famous for. He had been threatened before and now as a result feared for his own function. It didn't help that he was knowingly raiding their supplies he was sure... "You already know me, Autobot... Not the brightest bulb in the bunch are you...?" He rasped, standing himself up and arming his weapons. He felt better, but he was no less drained than he was a moment ago. If this broke out into a fight, he wouldn't win... <br><br>"You have cost me far more than you know, Scout... You will pay for my loses... I was abandoned by the only safe haven I had because I was trying to protect <em>your</em> ship! He snapped, engine roaring his anger. Trouble was, that didn't help how drained he felt. Indeed it was plainly visible that the poor Seeker was swaying where he stood, in desperate need of recharge. Huntron was also blocking his only obvious means of an exit... This left Dropzone trapped and it was plain to see he was already at the point of desperation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 04:38:56 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">He listened to the younger Autobot, he was protoformed on a planet called Earth. For a small moment he wondered how far away it was, turning his head his optics watched the damaged Jet try to move. " Don't, just stay put. We can sort this out later, not while you're still in need of repairs and those idiots firing Iacon's air defenses are trying to redecorate the ship Huntron and his team came in." He placed his hand on the Jet's arm to gently push it down, like a doctor caring for his patient. "You can stay with me, seeker... I can offer you refuge in exchange for the one you lost. I've survived this long, so I should know a thing or two about staying online." He was all well aware that the Decepticon could alert the others that could possibly be near by, his scanners were sensitive enough to track for very large distances and could only tracked cloaked bots within a small radius. He wasn't about to gambit on the fact that there might not be many decepticons within the city, there was a chance a small raiding party could have been hidden in the broken buildings.<br><br>"Here's the frequency," He patched into his commlink and sent the signal information privately to Huntron. " You might have better luck, they called me a traitor when I tried to reason with them myself. They said I was feeding them false hope and to them all that mattered was their survival... Not the survival of others." He sounded solemn as he explained. "These are bots who are living on desperate times and stopped using the Autobot insignia as a banner for Peace and Honor."<br><br>His optics once again looked to Dropzone. " If you can get through with Diplomacy we might have to infiltrate the center ourselves, I could try to hack the defences of the city. Perhaps you and your team are the proof I need to show them hope is not dead, that is if your ship is still in one piece."<br><br>Flameout looked at Huntron for a moment as an idea struck him, " Do you know the universal greeting? The universal greeting is used as a means to express good will in full sincerity, if they still had an ounce of autobot programming still left in them it could work."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 01:17:34 pm</strong>
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				Huntron downloaded the information and the frequency he was sent by Flameout, he was pleased to have it because now he wouldn't have problems communicating whilst on Cybertron<br><br>"Unfortunately, I am not familiar with the universal greeting, maybe you could teach me it?"<br><br>He then turned to Dropzone<br><br>"As for you Decpeticon, I could have shot you into status any time from the moment I saw you but I decided against it, on my teams ship is a former Decepticon called Fallout, maybe you are familiar with the name?"<br><br>He chuckled<br><br>"Yeah, he is on our side, he is here right now flying that ship, if you want to see your former comrade again, then I suggest you shut up and do what Flameout tells you and yes I saw you keeping a close eye on me when I entered here, I aren't stupid, I'm just careful, being part of the team back on Earth when the Decepticons under Megatron does that to you"<br><br>He turned and opened his comms using the new frequency.<br><br>"Attention all Autobots, this is Huntron of the cargo ship you are firing upon, we are Autobots and are here to help you rebuild Cybertron, seize firing immediately"<br><br>He hoped he could get through to them this time round, otherwise they may all become molten slag within minutes, he wondered how Fallout was faring up in the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 01:49:55 pm</strong>
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				The Autobot was offering him shelter? Well... He was in no shape to turn such a thing down. He would take advantage of the red and white jet's kindness. "I... Accept..." He murmured with obvious reluctance.&nbsp; He didn't want to be mistaken as a traitor by the remaining Decepticons, but as long as their relationship was ended with betrayal, he should be fine...<br><br>The jet scoffed. "He's to young to know the universal greeting... As useful as it is, it's all but lost to most of us, but the programing should still be there..." He sneered only to bristle back up again. "You ungreatful little glitch!! How dare you sa--- Fallout...? I... Never worked with him, but I have seen him from a distance. Back when the Seekers were a team and not just a mold. The ground and air units didn't interact very often other than supporting each other... But if he has turned traitor... Why would I want to see---" He blinked lightly, staring for a moment. <br><br>"'I <em>aren't</em> stupid'...? You're joking... Are all Earthbound Autobots morons or are you just special, little scout...?" He sneered with a wide smirk. "<em>This</em> is who Optimus decides to send back to Cybertron? He is more of a fool than we thought..." He was playing with fire at this point, his ego allowed too much length on it's leash and the Decepticon riding to heavily on the fact that he was sure Flameout would be too noble to allow Huntron to attack him while he was still weakened and damaged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 02:02:58 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">" I figured as much," Flameout wasn't pleased with the amount of experience that Huntron lacked, " The universal greeting goes as such - <span class="bbc_u"><strong>Bah Weep Gragnah Weep Ni Ni Bong.</strong></span>... And your cargo ship should be enough of a gift to quell their animosity and possibly save the other autobots that are in hiding within the city. " As the jet spoke, his tone was serious.<br><br>"Don't attack the hand that's helping you," Flameout then shot a fleeting look at Dropzone for a moment, before turning back to look at Huntron for a moment. His face tensed a bit. " Is Optimus and the others coming back...?" He wanted to know more of what happened, he wanted to know the outcome of the war. He understood at the time the situation was crucial and that the attack needed to end now.</span><br><br>Transformers - Universal Greeting (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7-lJd5P7ig&amp;feature=related#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 03:00:08 pm</strong>
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				Huntron put his weapon away before he used it on the Decpeticon, he was in no mood to have an argument with an outcast seeker with a bad temper.<br><br>"Look, I may not be much, which is why in the ship there is Fallout and the Autobot Constructicons, we were sent ahead so that we could build a small base of operations before Optimus and the others followed in their own ship, the Autobots won the war on Earth and drove the Decepticons out of the system, many of us perished, hence why us Earth built Autobots came into being, THAT is why I am inexperienced, all I have known my whole life is Earth, I have been shown memories of older, wiser Autobots so I know much about the ways of our kind, but beyond that, I know next to nothing"<br><br>He learned the greeting quickly and stored it within his memory banks.<br><br>"Now, if you will excuse me, I have a ship to save from destruction, lets hope the Autobots inside respond to it"<br><br>He exited the cargo hold, then opened up his comm links, hailing the Autobots within Iacon.<br><br>"Bah Weep Gragnah Weep Ni Ni Bong"<br><br>He sent out the message several times, eventually, the guns of Iacon were silenced and Huntron breathed again, looking up, he couldn't see the the ship in the air, he feared it had been shot down, but then he saw it over in the distance, looking badly damaged, but very much in once piece.<br><br>"Fallout..."<br><br>Huntron ran over to the ship, the shields were down, he jumped through the hole in the side and looked around<br><br>"Fallout, are you in here? Talk to me buddy"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 04:09:06 pm</strong>
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				He listened to the familiar greeting for the first time in a very long time. As a Decepticon, it was very rarely ever used. He himself had used it on a couple of occasions to get through another raid party's territory, but he would always shortly after run out. This was assuming he was carrying nothing of value... If he was, then he would be attacked all the same, his peaceful greeting ignored. As the planet became more and more violent however, it worked less and less. Now a days he never bothered anymore. When scolded, he quieted down, not wanting to lose the only chance he had of a decent rest. His systems froze up a moment later, optics wide.<br><br>"We.... Lost...?" He murmured in shock, unable to believe that their forces had been driven away. They had lost communication with Shockwave a while back and only got news form other Decepticons in contact with him. Eventually even that had stopped and all of them, lacking any direction, had simply continued to follow the order they had last been given. 'Capture complete control over Cybertron at any cost'. They had ravaged the planet in their attempt to take control, the Autobots resisting with as much determination. When the planet became virtually uninhabitable, both sides fled the planet only those too stubborn to leave or too loyal to their home planet remained. The rest had taken to the cosmos and as far as Dropzone knew, none had tried to make contact with them again. And he was the first one to know... "We lost..." He couldn't help himself... He opened his comm to every Decepticon he could reach, straining himself to broadcast as far as he could. <br><br>"My Decepticon brothers and sisters! The Earth battle is lost! Megatron and the forces he took with him have been driven off! The war has ended!" He called as clearly as he could, knowing his communication would be quickly passed on from bot to bot. Soon, the meager Decepticon forces left on Cybertron would all know. More would surely flee the planet and contact some of the ones away from home. Others, as Dropzone intended to do himself, would likely retreat back to Kaon and hole up there, protecting the Decepticon capital viciously even if they stood no chance of winning. Others would simply go into hiding and await Megatron's return, joined later by those not foolish enough to be offlined in a losing battle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 05:00:26 pm</strong>
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				The ship shuddered under the constant barrage of fire from Iacon. Fallout directed all available power to the forward shield of the ship and did his best to execute an emergency landing. However the landing was far from perfect. The ship plowed into a grouping of already decimated buildings before coming to a shuddering stop in a smoldering rubble pile. The impact knocked Fallout offline for several cycles.<br><br>When he came back online, Fallout checked the ships sensors. Most systems were offline and it would take some major repairs to get it flying again, but the situation could have been worse. If the cargo module had still been attached they would have exploded on impact and everyone on board would have been destroyed.<br><br>Fallout groaned as he rose from the control console. Thankfully the autobots knew how design shield systems and hull plating’s to protect themselves and being knocked temporarily offline seemed to be the worst of his injuries. The comm. systems appeared to still be operational, though badly damaged, and fallout could just make out a signal from Huntron.<br><br>“Fallout to Huntron. I am still operational.” Fallout kicked out the already shattered viewport and climbed out onto the hull of the ship. During his period of inactivity the shooting had stopped. He saw Huntron racing towards him, and Fallout ducked into cover as he moved to meet him.<br><br>“The impact knocked me offline.” He stated. “Status report.”<br><br>He didn’t know who had been firing at them, but he assumed Decepticons had opened fire on the autobot ship, or perhaps automated weapons were left active that fired on the unfamiliar vessel.<br><br>Fallout paused as he picked up a frequency on an older decepticon frequency.<br><br>“There is a Decepticon nearby, broadcasting our position! The one’s inside Iacon will no doubt come soon and attempt to take the ship and destroy any survivors, we should prepare to defend ourselves…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 05:19:20 pm</strong>
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				Huntron came to a stop in front of Fallout.<br><br>"Actually, you don't have to worry, the bots inside of Iacon are Autobots, unfortunately they didn't care about the insignia painted on the ship, we have a Decepticon being held in the gettisoned cargo area, he is injured and being cared for by another Autobot called Flameout, the Decpeticon is called Dropzone.... did you say signalling our position, SLAG"<br><br>Huntron took off back towards the cargo hold, he had to stop the Decpeticon signal and fast before others came and turned the Autbots into slag and took the supplies, running into the cargo hold, Huntron smashed a fist straight into the face of the Decepticon.<br><br>"Stop transmitting our location you stupid piece of slag, what the hell are you playing at?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 05:37:09 pm</strong>
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				The larger jet stared at the shock and dismay at the decepticon's face, he tried his best to hide his relief at the news so as to not discourage the injured jet. Staying behind as Huntron made his run for their ship, Flameout has turned his attention towards his scanners. Reaching around their location he kept watch, they were sitting on precious cargo that left them open to an attack. He didn't know what to say to the other jet, there wasn't much to say. Their beliefs and ideals were different, it wouldn't have done any of them any good on wasted breath.<br><br>The jet's optics flared opened as the scout returned just as quickly as he left. Flameout intervened, the larger bot grasping Huntron's fist just before he struck the injured seeker. " Are you insane?!"<br><br>He satyed stationary as he held the younger bot's hand in his own. " He didn't transmit our location! There is a difference in speaking over public airways and sending out a beacon! You can feel it." He scolded the younger bot, " <em>You gave away your location</em> the moment you entered Cybertron's atmosphere and crashed into Iacon City." He looked stern, he wasn't about to take leadership away from Huntron, but he was too wild and acted without thinking. This needed to be remedied quickly, one way or another. " Striking first and asking questions later is a decepticon tactic! Lesson one; Don't try to use diplomacy after taking the first shot. Now if I would make a suggestion? I would get your team to salvage the supplies from the ship and make your way to the Decagon with help from the autobots inside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 05:48:15 pm</strong>
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				The Decepticon was bombarded with angry return messages which he was about to respond to when he was nearly struck. His bristled angrily, red optics glowing brightly as his weapon was once again armed and quickly pointed at the scout. "I did no such thing!! The other Decepticons have a right to hear this news! What good would it do us to continue a war that has been lost! What each individual Decepticon does with the information is their problem. I intend to return home... Don't think it ends here, Autobot... Megatron will return in due time and set you Autobots back in your place!" He all but hissed before finally moving. He quickly made to leave, transforming and flying away even if he was attacked. He felt better now, but his wing was still not in top condition nor had he rested. He wouldn't be able to fly far, that was obvious enough. Trouble was, he hadn't accounted for Fallout which would clearly be able to see him as he took to the skies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 26, 2010, 05:26:30 pm</strong>
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				Fallout followed Huntron’s lead back towards where the cargo module had impacted. The scout was much quicker than Fallout was, and soon Huntron had a significant head start. As the large Decepticon picked his way among the rubble he kept his sensor tuned to the environment around him. There was a significant amount of chatter going up along familiar Decepticon frequencies in response to Dropzone’s message. Most of the chatter seemed to be derisive towards dropzone, but Fallout could be sure.<br><br>True, the seeker hadn’t called for backup, but the transmission could have been some form of code. Regardless any Decepticon who received it could easily trace it back to its source location, and thus back to their crashed ship. It would not be goof to try and fight a war on two sides with the deranged autobots holed up inside the citadel, and any Decepticons who might try and claim the salvage for their own.<br><br>As he neared the cargo hold, Fallout saw Dropzone emerge from a hole in the hull, and transform to a jet to fly away. Fallout immediately transformed into his massive tank form and locked onto the target. He could tell that the Decepticon was damaged, and was not flying at optimum efficiency. From his position, it would be child’s play to blast his fellow Decepticon out of the air.<br><br>Fallout took careful aim but then paused. True he had allied himself with the Autobots after Megatron had destroyed almost all that the once proud Decepticons had stood for. But he had never actually been forced to fire on his own kind before. On Earth, the Autobots hadn’t trusted him with battling the Decepticons; too afraid his allegiances might suddenly shift. As he focused in on the seeker heading away, Fallout suddenly understood why. In his heyday, Fallout would have destroyed Dropzone without a second thought; all were casualties of the glory of war. However, after spending all this time with the Autobots, something didn’t feel… right.<br><br>“Slag it all, I’ve been contaminated…” Fallout growled to himself at the first notions of potential Autobot sentimentality welling up within him.<br><br>Fallout adjusted his aim a few degrees and let lose a massive blast from his Ionized radiation cannon. The shot would most certainly miss his target by a wide margin, but any on lookers would just see a miss. The airborne Decepticon, if he had any wherewithal, would undoubtedly realize that Fallout had just spared him a grisly fate. Fallout let out a few more blasts that intentionally missed their target before the jet seemed out of range.<br><br>He transformed back into his robot form and watched Dropzone turn into a dot against the sky. He then turned his attention back to the module and stepped through the hole in the side, his large frame blocking most of the light coming through.<br><br>“He escaped…” Fallout said as he surveyed the scene.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 26, 2010, 06:43:06 pm</strong>
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				Dropzone flew a lot slower than he would have liked, but he didn't dare speed up. A moment later, that judgement was changed as an attack suddenly blew through the sky fairly close. He was completely clear of the shot, but it still startled him fairly badly. He quickly scanned to find to was a tank model, Decepticon no less. He was at least fairly familiar of all the Decepticons even remotely in the area as he had been often sent out to scout and this one was not among his known list. He sped up reluctantly as he was mock shot at, realizing what was going on. This must be the defected Decepticon Huntron had been mentioned. He had purposely spared him, but fired to make sure no one thought him helping his old faction. He must be a war prisoner of some kind that was surprisingly enlisted into their forces. He continued to flee the area and settled into a trashed building outside of Iacon city itself. Once hidden, he felt the exhaustion slam into his systems, transforming out of his tetrajet form and laying on the cool ground to rest. <br><br>Opening his comm, he started to respond to the many hails he was getting. The response was simple and neutral. "The Autobots have driven Megatron off." He announced again. "I saw an Autobot ship enter Cybertron airspace. The Autobots are starting to return and they have allied themselves with the Autobots of Iacon. We should retreat back to Kaon! We must defend our home!" He added with enthusiasm, pleased with the cheer he got in return. He had purposely redirected their attention in hopes that few if any ventured to Iacon. Cutting communications then he reached out to the only Decepticon near the crash site, knowing the unfamiliar frequency was most likely the correct one. <br><br>Privately he contacted the tank, "That should keep most of the Decepticons away from your location for the time being. You should know that they might try to launch an attack on Iacon when enough of us gather. Prepare yourself. And... This is thanks for sparing me... You are Fallout, yes? My name's Dropzone... I can remember when comradeship wasn't unheard of within our faction... I didn't think there was any left honestly... Anyone else would have taken the clear shot you didn't. Perhaps..." He paused, obviously wanting to extend the offer of friendship by his tone, but hesitating. "Perhaps we shall speak again...?" He ended more neutrally. He left his comm open for a response, optics shutting and flickering off as he started to shut down all the systems he didn't need at the moment to preserve what little energy he had left in him. What he would do for a little energon right about now...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2010, 07:59:12 pm</strong>
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				Fallout received the private encoded transmission while inside the cargo hold. However, since both his Autobot companion Huntron, and the other Autobot Flameout was present, it would not be wise for him to respond in their presence.<br><br>Fallout moved to begin examining if any of the cargo was salvageable or portable. He hadn’t seen the Constructicons, so that meant they had either perished in the crash or were trapped somewhere nearby.<br><br>“I am going to attempt to scan for the Constructicons, and determine if any more Decepticons or Rogue Autobots are preparing to engage us…” Fallout stepped outside the cargo module and a little out of sight of the other two Autobots, before signaling Dropzone.<br><br>“I have received your transmission… Indeed your thanks come as a surprise to me. Most of our brethren wouldn’t show such… appreciation.”<br><br>Fallout looked around to make sure that he still wasn’t being watched.<br><br>“Perhaps we shall meet again. Tell me, what are our numbers and those of the Autobot’s? Who leads on Cybertron?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightcrawler</strong> on <strong>September 29, 2010, 12:39:04 am</strong>
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				Dropzone lay there quietly only to chirp back to attention as he got an unexpected response, though a little delayed. He smiled slightly to himself before replying back. "My brother, that is because our brethren consist of deluded and corrupted fools. Not one of them seems to remember what our true cause was anymore..." He sighed hesitating for just a moment as he was pumped for information. <br><br>"I don't know our exact numbers, but both are few. Admittedly, the Autobots outnumber us now. They are at least willing to trade with each other and form feeble alliances that fall apart soon after, though they usually end more or less nonviolently with each party going their separate ways. The Decepticon raiding parties are the ones you have to worry about. They will attack anyone regardless of faction. The fools destroy each other for supplies rather than banding together to raid Autobot stores. The parties are usually small, but vicious, the weakest of us long sense weeded out. I was actually part of the second most powerful group, coveted for my warping abilities... They aren't very good, but I can move people quickly over large distances. I... Have been abandoned because I was unable to bring the supplies I was sent out to get today... Damaged trying to protect your ship..." He finished with notable misery. He didn't seem to hold a grudge against Fallout however, despite the fact he viciously snapped at Huntron for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>October 09, 2010, 03:42:43 am</strong>
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				Huntron nodded as Fallout left to see if he could find the Constructicons within the wreckage of the ship, he hoped they would be ok, they were needed.<br><br>He turned back to Flameout<br><br>"So how long have you been on Cybertron exactly? Like I said earlier, I didn't think there were any Autobots or Decepticons left on Cybertron, I thought they all left or died after the war"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 09, 2010, 05:20:06 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The aerial bot was not going to stop the injured Seeker, he had shown him kindness and perhaps that may or may not help him later on. Fallout was a bit worrisome, but he wasn't about to control a captured decepticon. And so, he focused his attention on the smaller scout. Huntron brought the aerialbot a grand amount of frustration, he had to scold him more than once and that was enough for him to not really like the idea of him being a leader of a group." Kid, you gotta alot to catch up on, you need to learn to listen, and you're fairly disorganized." The larger and taller autobot stared at the scout, things were getting a bit out of hand. There was little order already on Cybertron and he wasn't about to let a kid with big dreams and no notion of what was going on let it fizzle out. " Let's find the rest of your team and salvage your ship, I'll explain things as we work."<br><br>He nodded to Fallout, that was a good idea. "Good, helping your mates is the first step. Once you've saddled their location we can set a plan to rescue them... Huntron, you stay here and guard the cargo and the hold." It was a bit of a border jump to nearly take over leadership from the younger and less experienced bot, but there wasn't much room made for argument. " Fallout, was it?" He buzzed a com towards the larger Decepticon who was outside. "It's good to meet you, have you located your team? I can start doing a swoop of the area if we need to pan out further."<br><br>He made himself look&nbsp; like he was thinking for a moment, contemplating before looking back to Huntron. "We've been here since the Arc left, I've stated this already. It's been a few million years while waiting for news from Optimus and his team. <em>Blimey</em>, you really have a bad habit of forgetting what other people have told you, don't you?" It was astounding how much of an idiot this kid was.<br><br>He stepped out through the entrance of the cargo, but turned to look at the scout again. " Now stay put, you don't look world weary... But you look capable of handling yourself. <strong><em>You need to protect this cargo</em></strong> while we look for your team, <strong><em>if you leave and try to follow us</em></strong> you are <strong><em>abandoning the cargo</em></strong> and that means <strong><em>you are leaving it open for scavengers</em></strong>." He hated the fact that he needed to repeat himself so much, but hopefully the bot would understand him. He place much emphasis on his words, just short of barking the orders at the scout.<br><br>He looked to Fallout, giving the Decepticon a sideways glance. " Is he always like this?"</span><br><br>He would listen to Fallout if he responded and then had an idea, " Give me a moment, I'm going to beckon out a few repair bots I helped out a decacycle ago. We'll need more help if you brought an entire team with you." He transformed and flew out about half kilometer away, scanning the area for the tiny autobots unique signatures. At the same time he in secret, he sent Dropzone a private message giving him the current location of the shelter he had been recently using. "<em> You can stay there and rest. Repay me the favor by getting the computer terminal in that room functioning, please. You don't have to, it's just a bit of a suggestion.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cybertron Rebuilt (Open to all)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter Phoenix</strong> on <strong>October 09, 2010, 05:44:40 pm</strong>
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				Huntron knew when he was being stupid and this was one of those times, he hated being scolded for it as well, but it couldn't be helped, even for a scout, he wasn't the best, far from it, he always let his mind wander, wondering what it was like being Optimus, if he himself would ever rise up to be a great warrior that everyone knew and respected.<br><br>"Look, I am sorry that I forget things quickly, I won't let you down and don't worry, you know more about Cybertron than me, this is the first time I have stepped foot on it, so you and Fallout are pretty much the leaders here, not me"<br><br>Turning an open crate upside down, he loaded his rifle and then sat on the box in a position where he could see the exit and any holes in the wall of the cargo hold where bots could enter.<br><br>"You just concentrate on finding the rest of the team, they are what matter right now"<br><br>He then looked ahead at the exit before looking back at the old aerial bot.<br><br>"A million years is a long time, no need to be so grouchy, things are going to get better as soon as we have a base established somewhere and have reported back to Optimus so he and the rest of the Autobots can come here with a new energy source for you all and can get Cybertron back to how it was, how does that sound? Nice? I bet it does"<br><br>Huntron was in no mood to be told off by an old bot who hadn't spoken to anyone properly in at least half of the million years since Optimus and the team left.
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