[Original RPG] Shadow War: Victims of the Revolution (Crystal City)

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:22 pm

It is the year 2025. After the Quintessons' expulsion from Cybertron and a short period of detente while both sides rebuilt, tensions mounted and the war for territory has begun again. In the abandoned and demolished Crystal City, the Quintesson survivors have regrouped in a desperate struggle to survive. Few in number, low on resources, and without a means off-world (and considered renegades on New Quintessa anyhow), they huddle together like cornered animals. With their option of flight revoked, fight remains their only recourse, and they plan to destroy the infidel Transformers at any cost.

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:33 pm

Detritus slipped on the protective goggles and stepped into the jury rigged paint booth. He adjusted the equipment one last time making sure his chrome and joints were masked off. He pressed a button and the black paint began to flow. He had rebuilt his bodywork following the battle with Trypticon it had been a slow process salvaging the required parts from various sources. He needed to go undercover to get information, information was power and the Quintessons would need all the information they could get. He switched off the booth and stepped out of the booth to wait for the paint to dry.

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:38 pm

Council Chambers

Eiramnna looked over the maps one more time. He still wasn't too familiar with Cybertron, and he needed to know where he was going when they got there. If an emergency came up, he couldn't fall behind.

"So we plant the bombs here and here," he confirmed one more time, pointing at his map of Protihex. "Get out of town and hit the detonators. You sure this'll be enough to get their attention?"

Eiramnna looked up and across the table at Hypotheon expectantly. He really wanted an affirmative.

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:09 pm

Detritus transformed and rolled back into the paint booth . Any autobot seeing the black truck with the front mounted winch would be reminded of Trailbreaker.
Although once the paint booth had finished applying the twin purple pinstripes there second thought would have been Decepticon.

Detritus waited for his paint to finish drying again and rolled towards the Council Chamber.

Post by **Warcry** » Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:32 am

Council Chambers

Hypotheon's tentacles quavered in response to Eiramnna's query. Or, rather, the ones on the left side of his body did. The ones on the right side hung limp; the injuries he had sustained escaping from the Lex Causae had never really healed.

"Oh, it will get their attention, all right," he told his co-conspirator. "It will remind them that their pathetic commune changes nothing. They are slaves, and they always will be." His eyes narrowed to slits. "And those of us who made the coward's choice and joined with them will be reminded that they, too, are no better than the beasts that they give aid and comfort to."

Hypotheon's voice trailed off, as he had a wont to do these days. Although his mind was as sharp as ever when it came to scientific matters, he tended to be a bit...unbalanced at other times.

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:23 am

Council Chambers

Detritus strode in

"ready to go undercover."

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:02 pm

Council Chambers

Eiramnna's eyes drifted to the table with Hypotheon's last words. He was reminded of his brother; rumor was that Haras had joined the commune, though he hadn't seen him to be sure. Eiramnna considered whether he could live with the weight of having murdered his own brother... He shrugged it off, reassuring himself that Haras had died years ago at Vector Sigma. Somehow.

Detritus proved a welcome distraction.

"It looks good," Eiramnna said judiciously of the Junkion's paintwork. "Do you remember your mission parameters?"

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:30 pm

Council Chambers

Detritus nodded.

"to infiltrate the Decepticon ranks and gather intelligence on their plans and movements. I have chosen a name Wreckage. What is the cover story that you have prepared for me?"

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:51 pm

Council Chambers

Eiramnna glanced at Hypotheon for help with that one. The stormtrooper's military thinking was limited primarily to short-term tactical maneuvers. He thought the science officer might have a better imagination for infiltration.

Post by **Warcry** » Tue Jul 10, 2007 7:19 pm

Council Chambers

Hypotheon gave a one-sided shrug. "You are a former member of the Decepticon army who fled after we retook the world," he told Detritus. "In the time since you've left, you've scraped together a meagre living as a merchant, salvaging ruined starships and selling the debris to the Junkions. You're tired of living such a life and miss the Decepticon way, so you've decided to come to Polyhex and rejoin the army once again." He held out a datacard in one tentacle for Detritus to take. "This card has forged ID documents that should allow you to pass all but the greatest scrutiny."

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:31 pm

Council Chamber

"off the hook , I have engaged Reality TV and Documentary mode so my speech patterns should not betray me, although with this cover story I can blame it on stuff i picked up from extended contact with the Junkions. What about a ship they'll expect me to have one of some kind if only some old junker."

Post by **Warcry** » Wed Jul 11, 2007 3:39 am

Council Chambers

Hypotheon gesticulated with his working tentacles toward the east.

"There is an abandoned warehouse a few miles that way. We've been stockpiling parts and equipment from the wrecked starships scattered in the nearby Wastelands in there and slowly cobbling them together. At least three or four of them are vaguely flightworthy. Take one."

The scientist was reluctant to part with one of his precious horded starships. Although none of them were sufficiently safe for him to risk taking them into space (let alone trying a hyperspace jump), they would fly well enough at suborbital elevations and had enough cargo space to squeeze in a substantial amount of explosives. Driven by remote into a Transformer residential district or military complex they would make a satisfyingly deadly bomb.

Ah, but such are the fortunes of war. Sometimes our entertainments have to be sacrificed for the good of the cause...

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Wed Jul 11, 2007 4:44 pm

Council Chambers

Eiramnna nodded approvingly at Detritus.

"Good. You know the drill - maintain radio silence unless you have something big. Good luck."

The stormtrooper turned his head toward Hypotheon.

"Unless we've missed anything, let us rally the troops and move out."

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:03 pm

Council Chamber

Detritus saluted

"aye aye captain , i have memorised the dead letter drops for passing on data if necessary without resorting to radio transmissions."

Detritus turned and headed for the door.

Post by **Warcry** » Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:24 am

Council Chambers

"But of course."

Hypotheon floated forward at Eiramnna's prompting, tapping a button on a console set into the wall. A few seconds later, the sound of approaching Sharkticon footsteps could be heard outside the chamber.

"Consider the troops summoned. Lead on."

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Thu Jul 12, 2007 7:28 pm

Council Chambers

Eiramnna nodded to Hypotheon. He relished the idea of leading an army into battle. (The mission was sabotage, yes, but one could hope...)

"Very well. Good luck, Detritus."

Eiramnna marched out of the chamber and into the swarm of Sharkticon ranks, which blundered to a stop and allowed passage before following.

Post by **Warcry** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:17 am

Council Chambers

Hypotheon followed Eiramnna out of the chamber and took up a place at the rear of the Sharkticon procession.

Normally the crippled scientist would have been terrified by the prospect of leaving the terrorists' safe haven, but Protihex was probably the only other place on the planet he could show his face without getting shot at.

The height of irony, then, that we're going to blow it up...

Reflector · Post by **Reflector** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:39 pm

Outside the Council Chambers

With the procession in line behind him, Eiramnna began the march to the dome's exterior and across the border into neighboring Protihex. He struggled to keep the time to think from overwhelming him with conscience about his brother's whereabouts.

Haras is dead, he reminded himself. Has been for years.

(OOC: Next post will in Protihex.)

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:21 pm

Hangar

Detritus picked his away through the near wrecks looking for the best the cubic zirconium in the rough in the case of these cut and shuts and these scrapyard rejects.

Her stopped before what looked like the front of a genral purpose trader grafted to the engineering section of a light cruiser with bits of Quintesson Autobot and Decepticon tech welded on in between.

First to fix it up enough to make it seem possibly spaceworthy second to plant enough evidence that it was the home of a mech those little touches.

optimusskids · Post by **optimusskids** » Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:36 pm

Enroute

Detritus sat at the controlsof his ship as he manoeuvered it out of the warehouse and in to the open space in front. He tapped a control igniting the thrusters and then set a course for Polyhex.