Transformers: Colonies [The Rebooted RP]

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  1. Grimlock22

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    "Well they better find somebody. Before me Grimlock have to bust heads and take over," The Dinobot added with a chuckle and a nudge to Roadbuster as the two reached the medbay doors.
     
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    Not getting an answer, Spitfire sheathed his sword and walked into his quarters.
    His room wasn't too decorated. There was a small target on the wall with 4 knives in it and a poster that had been rendered unreadable as it was covered with slash marks and sword slices.
    He sat down on a chair and as the door closed behind him, he picked up a tablet and set it down on his desk.
    As it lit up, Spitfire sighed and slumped over on the chair.
    On the tablet, sat names. Lots and lots of names.
    Borehole. Kick Start. Zapper.
    Reverb. Synkro. Double Blast.
    Twin Mill. Slinger. Bassline.
    Many more names were listed, all of which were Autobots and Decepticons he had "Cleaned".
    He typed in three more names, all of them were recently executed in the battle.
    The compulsion to keep track of all those he had killed stuck in the back of his mind a little before he closed the tablet.
    Nodding, he stood up, and grabbed the 4 knives from the wall.
    He looked back to the target, and tossed it, bored as he was waiting for new orders.
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    Chicane tried to stop herself from crying, and looked to everyone else gathered around.
    "Why does it have to be like this? If Optimus dies, why does it have to be like this?"
    She banged her free hand onto a table.
    First the Police, and now this. She couldn't handle it anymore.
    She started towards the door, clearly distraught.
     
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    Roadbuster chuckled at Grimlock’s dark bravado, only to hesitate when he heard Chicane’s rant. With a pained grunt, he pivoted on his heel and limped heavily back down the hall, pushing the crowd aside less politely this time. Locking optics with the femme, he reached out to grab her soldiers and growled, “You’re going. To start. A panic.” He began to guide her down the hall. “Walk with me,” he ordered tersely.
     
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    Star Saber looked back and spoke. “How long does he have, Ratchet?” He asked the medic. “Also, we need to know who will take over in his absence.”
     
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    The sleek frame of Skywarp laid on his birth tapping on the slab above his own with two makeshift drum sticks. "I really wish this flying coffin would get on with it already," he said with a sigh as he changed his rhythm from a slow, collected beat, to a rapid frenzy of taps, perhaps in some childish effort to make the ship take off sooner.

    Grimlock let out a clearly audible groan at the femmes panic and glared around the hall of gathered autobots, all staring at the femme and by extension, Roadbuster. The commando was clearly dealing with the femme, leaving him to settle the crowd.

    "Everyone back to what they doing!" He order loudly trying to gain the attention of all the soilders outside the medbay. "Me Grimlock understand this very troubling for everybody, but we still have jobs do! It what Optimus would want if he here right now! Now, me Grimlock need talk Prowl. Where is he?"
     
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    One of the onlookers from Chicane’s outburst timidly piped up. “I think I saw him and that blue-and-yellow fire guy heading out to the battlefield. I might have heard Prowl mutter something about the Matrix.”
     
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    Chicane stopped for a while, taking a look at her surroundings and getting a grips on things happening around her.
    "Oh. Um..."
    She sniffled a little, before going a ways away from the gathered crowd, trying to keep up with Road buster's pace.
    "Sorry Roadbuster. I just can't exactly get the thought of Prime's condition outta my head right now..."
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    Spitfire tossed his final knife at the target on the wall.
    He looked up and finally shook his head.
    "Ugh, what the frag is taking us so damn long."
     
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    “Decepticons,”

    Starscream’s voice, high, fluting, slightly husky around the edges, and littered with traces of static from the comms, piped out across systems faction-wide.

    “This will be the final boarding-call for the starship Nemesis. Launch will commence in less than one breem, and cyber-firma bording permissions will be halted the MOMENT that timer hits zero. Orbital docking permissions will be brief, and those without clearance will be slagged. Engines.... are powering up now. I suggest those of you who have not already... get your business in order.

    The transmission cut off with a burst of static, and moments later, sure enough, the leviathan spacecraft’s vast, driving heart came to attention with a throaty, almost subsonic hum that reverberated on a frame deep level and made dentas vibrate and shrapnel on the battlefield jitter. A sullen, violet light began to accumulate about the base of the vast craft as its thrusters began the onerous process of rousing themselves to flight-capability.

    In the confines of a small room on the Nemesis, fiddling with circuit-breaker caps restlessly, Starscream answered another call personally.

    “Baah! Permission granted, Thundercracker. But you have only kliks to get it done. We are launching within the breem and I am not going to halt the countdown for you. For your sake, be quick.”

    A pause. And then, in a softer, kinder voice.

    “Please. I don’t want to be stuck on this ship with just Skywarp. Or see you left behind with whatever Autobot dregs remain.”
     
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    “Yeah, none of us can,” Roadbuster replied, a bit less gruffly. “But we aren’t doctors, so we need to stay on our feet. Can’t stop moving yet.” Overhearing the bystander mention Prowl’s departure, the commando yelled to Grimlock, “You wanna check up on the prick and the hothead yourself, or should we both go?”

    ((@Grimlock22))
     
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    Grimlock looked back to Roadbuster and nodded towards the exit. "Me go. You keep to the "crowd control" duty. You doing fine," He added with a slight snicker before walking out onto the former battlefeild to look for Prowl and by extension Hot Shot.
     
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    “Crowd control’s easier with a chaingun or two...” Roadbuster grumbled. With a sigh, he turned back to the crowd in hopes of settling the panic, or at least intimidating them into silence.
     
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    The more authoritative, almost "snappy" tone that came from the Seeker Commander on the other line caused a slight sink in the "bruiser" Seeker's spark. Of course, it's not as if Thundercracker didn't understand why Starscream would be so blunt and desperate in such a situation, having overheard scrambled comms regarding Megatron's current status after a fight with the Prime. If reports of Prime receiving fatal damage was to be believed, then one could only assume that Megatron had sustained his own fair share of critical injuries that had placed the rest of the crew on edge.

    Failing to respond until the pause on the other end came to it's conclusion, Thundercracker vented a soft sigh.

    "Understood, Commander. I won't be long out here...just warn any personal that isn't already on the ship that they might wanna cover their audials."

    Any looking to the sky after that point would be likely to notice the approaching shape of the larger than average blue jet as it began exuding cracks of energy in a mix of red and purple mid-flight, an idle hum growing into an unsettling droning rumble overhead as the pulsating energy surrounded more and more of the bomber jet.
     
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    Hearing a dull roar off in the distance, Hot Shot looked back over his shoulder, only to spot the cloud of dust the in-bound Decepticon was kicing up. He dropped his visor, cycling through the EM spectrum and beyond until he was able to make out the oncoming shape. "SEEKER INCOMING!" he yelled to Prowl as he tried to run to cover.
     
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    Star Saber walked over back to where Prime was. He had a sad look on his optics, and he hated this. Seeing the leader he had followed so willingly before him, dying, was just spark-breaking. He wanted to help, but there wasn't anything he could do.
     
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    The increasingly intense vibrations beneath Prowl's feet were enough to convince him to hightail it without offering a glance back. He leaped into the air and dove towards the ground, transforming in bike mode upon collision and rocketing up the crater slope directly before him.

    "Let's go!" he shouted, opting for movement and speed over seeking shelter. He knew the Seeker wouldn't dare venture within 100 yards of the Ark, so reaching the ship as quickly as possible was his primary goal.
     
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    Once the automated spider-like limbs completed their descent to provide the older chest plate, Shockwave would seize the sturdy plating within a swift reach of his right arm, said medical arms retreating into their overhead compartments as elaborate plating shifting to conceal their presence. From there, the cycloptic scientist wasted no time aligning the new piece of metal over the bare protoform torso, not pausing to look back at Wheeljack or further assess his plan. They both knew the risks of using nanobytes, especially after such a close brush with death on Megatron's part, but there was little room to argue over anything that might save his life.

    "Then do not wait for me. Proceed with nanobyte injection whilst I assess any further damage on his upper torso." It did not take but a bit of pressure to align the the replacement part into it's sockets, where automated screws would drill into their designated loops for a firmer connection to the warlord's torso.

    The humming streak of blue metal and violent energy would continue to pursue the two scouting Autobots as they shifting into vehicle mode and made back for the Ark. Part one of his plan had been going off rather well, but he had to be sure that these Autobots and any nearby would need to flee back to the Ark, forcing him to proceed with the second and final phase of his plan of intimidation.

    "Sorry, boys...but this has to end." Thundercracker mused aloud, the ominous hum of his cycling sonic generator reaching its pique as his frame had become completely engulfed in radiant energy. A final crack of electricity sounded off just before the energy would expel outwards in an explosive force, the sonic energy wave carrying an especially loud "BOOM" across the battlefield in a literally deafening matter. With the energy expelled, the blue seeker altered his trajectory and made his hasty retreat to the cargo hold of the Nemesis.

    Ratchet's best efforts to mend the injuries that had left Prime in such a grave state had restored just enough of his senses to allow him a chance to stir and glance between his comrades through even foggier optics. He had expected many of them to look sullen as the news of his obviously terminal injuries spread among his circle of trust, but that would not help to ease his mind as he looked upon the sorrowful expression of the likes of Star Saber.

    "Please..." He wheezed, feebly attempting to outstretch his right hand. "Do....do not mourn for me..."
     
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    Spitfire heard a loud boom from his room, and nodded.
    "There goes Thundercracker again."
    He grabbed his blade sheath, and slung it on his right hip. He tossed one last knife at the wall, before opening the door, and heading off in the direction of the Ship's bridge.
    He peered out through a window at the battlefield and sighed.
    All this carnage. All the soldiers that died to protect the Decepticon cause. He solemnly lowered his head before continuing onwards.
    Once he reached the Medbay, he paused, looking onwards at his leader as he sat on the med-bay tables.
    He looked at a few Vehicons staring in, and started shooing them off.
    "Get out of here! Back to work! We don't need paparazzi following Megatron wherever he goes. Especially in a situation like this."
    He continued onwards as one Vehicon nodded, and hastily went back to the Hangars, having heard many rumors about the infamous "Hurricane".
    Soon enough, Spitfire reached the Bridge of the ship. He leaned against a support beam, looking at the systems for the ship starting to boot up as he watched the Bridge of the ship bustling with activity.
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    Chicane hobbled off, and once she reached a chair, she sat down.
    "Ugh, I don't think I'm gonna get used to not having my foot any time soon..."
    She looked over to the bustling mess that was the Medical bay.
    "Or that either..."
     
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    Star Saber, for all he was known for, being a skilled swordsmech and being able to take on foes just as skilled and never flinching, nearly broke down as he heard those words. It was only because of his respect for Prime that he held on to his emotional state and kept himself from doing so. "I wish...I could help, sir..." He said, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice. "But...who will take your place now? We need a leader...someone to follow in your stead..."
     
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    His leg still not operating at 100%, Hot Shot tripped over a twisted girder; out of instinct and panic, he shifted to vehicle mode on the way down, landing on his spinning wheels and trying to catch up to Prowl. Not a second later, Thundercracker's explosion sounded, and the flying debris sent Hot Shot careening into the ditch through which he and Prowl had approached the site of the battle. Dazed, he reverted to robot mode and slowly extricated himself from the rubble. He lifted his hand gingerly to touch his aching audio sensors; inspecting his hand, he saw his fingertips slick with energon. Looking around, he screamed out, "PROWL? PROWL!"

    Leaving Chicane to rest, Roadbuster returned to the ward in which Optimus was being treated. He knocked softly on the door (or as softly as a bot of his size and occupation could manage) and then entered, just in time to hear his leader's whispered request. "Slag..." he muttered.