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Trypticon Armoury
Triggerhappy leaned against his desk and put his palm against his forehead.
"I gotta get myself a bodyguard."
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Metrotitan
Icepick and the rest of his team entered the breifing room to await Ratbat's instructions
[Original RPG] Broken Peace- Ch.4: Decepticons (Continued)
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Inside The Lemma
The R-Chamber doors opened up and Fangry kicked back online. He got off the wall and walked out. He looked around his command center. He noticed Snapdragon lying motionless on the floor.
"That can't be good, he needs some serious restoring," he said as he walked toward Snapdragon and grabbed him with one arm and swung him into the Chamber, "in the meanwhile, Computer, where in the name of Primus am I?"
"North over Metrotitan station."
"Metro-who? Whatever the case, there must be Decepticons. Scan for Decepticons."
"Several found."
"Wonderful."
Fangry smirked to himself as he walked over to The Lemma's mini-armory and grabbed two bombs, his plasma gun and set his shield on his back. He checked the plasma gun and his smile grew larger.
Outside of Metrotitan
Fangry stepped out of his ship and settled into Vehicle Mode and sped away into the forest towards Metrotitan. He was destined to find the Decepticons.
The R-Chamber doors opened up and Fangry kicked back online. He got off the wall and walked out. He looked around his command center. He noticed Snapdragon lying motionless on the floor.
"That can't be good, he needs some serious restoring," he said as he walked toward Snapdragon and grabbed him with one arm and swung him into the Chamber, "in the meanwhile, Computer, where in the name of Primus am I?"
"North over Metrotitan station."
"Metro-who? Whatever the case, there must be Decepticons. Scan for Decepticons."
"Several found."
"Wonderful."
Fangry smirked to himself as he walked over to The Lemma's mini-armory and grabbed two bombs, his plasma gun and set his shield on his back. He checked the plasma gun and his smile grew larger.
Outside of Metrotitan
Fangry stepped out of his ship and settled into Vehicle Mode and sped away into the forest towards Metrotitan. He was destined to find the Decepticons.
Briefing Room, Metrotitan
Ratbat was amused by the bickering amongst the Seacons, but made sure not to let it show.
At this point the Terrorcons entered, swaggering. Ratbat didn’t deign to listen to their banter, but he could ascertain that three of the smaller ones were somewhat over-energized. However, one glare from Hun-grrr shut them up, and they took their seats.
Ratbat glared out into the crowd.
“I see that you’re all here. Excellent.”
He flew up to the desk that dominated the far side of the room, transformed into cassette mode, and slid inside a tape slot built into the console. As he interfaced with the system, the room’s lights dimmed and the holoprojector activated. An image of an oil-drilling platform appeared.
“This is the source of our primary target,” the auditor’s voice emerged from the room’s audio speakers. “It’s an oil-drilling platform in the Persian Gulf. The facility itself is quite remarkable, featuring state-of-the-art drilling and defence systems. It can pump more crude oil per time unit than any other facility in the area, and is itself very energy-efficient.”
The hologram zoomed in on the corporate logo on the side of the platform. “The corporation that owns this facility has collaborated with the Autobots before, giving them modest amounts of energy. They haven’t had any dealings with them since our forces made planetfall, but nor have they supported our cause.”
The hologram zoomed back out, showing the entire platform. “Recently intercepted communications have shown that the facility’s internal storage tanks are nearly 98% full, and they have requested a tanker be sent to ferry the crude oil to a processing facility. A recon flight that Ransack undertook before heading off to Egypt showed that a tanker was indeed underway towards the facility, and my time estimates indicate that by now it has completed docking with the platform and is departing. You will appropriate the ship and it's load of fuel.”
The hologram shifted yet again, showing a huge tanker with several smaller vessels nearby. “Unfortunately, the tanker appears to have a military escort. It’s accompanied by three American destroyers. Under normal circumstances, it would be efficient to simply sink the ships. However, we can’t risk accidental damage to the tanker, so we have to take...alternative measures.”
The tanker disappeared, and in its place rose a large bunker-like construct with a small drydock attached. “This is our secondary target, a small US Navy repair yard in the Persian Gulf. The Seacons and Pretenders will carry out an assault on this facility. Engage and destroy any defences you encounter, but don’t damage the base itself; we need it functional and able to transmit. When it sends out an SOS the destroyers will have to investigate, leaving the tanker itself undefended. When they arrive, disable or destroy them. Snap Trap, you will have command over this part of the mission.”
The base disappeared, and the tanker’s image blossomed once more. “When the destroyers move off, the Predacons and Terrorcons will engage the tanker. Destroy their communications tower, squash any resistance, then force the ship’s crew to steer their vessel towards Carbombya. Hun-grrr will command, Tantrum will be charged with verifying the presence of fuel, Sinnertwin will guard any human captives, and Divebomb and Cutthroat will provide air support. Under no circumstances will you allow this ship to be destroyed. When the ship arrives at the nearby coastline, Abominus and Predaking will drag it to our camp, where the oil will be converted to Energon by Metrodrones.”
The tanker’s image faded, and a giant, three-dimensional Decepticon emblem replaced it. The lights returned to their normal brightness and Ratbat ejected from the tape slot. He transformed and asked, “Any questions?”
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African Airspace
Ramjet chuckled. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, StarBlade. It’s not as if the ‘Bots have anyone that can out-fight us, is it?”
The white seeker saw the shoreline fade into the distance, replaced by the Atlantic Ocean as he lead his flight towards Autobot-friendly America.
Ratbat was amused by the bickering amongst the Seacons, but made sure not to let it show.
At this point the Terrorcons entered, swaggering. Ratbat didn’t deign to listen to their banter, but he could ascertain that three of the smaller ones were somewhat over-energized. However, one glare from Hun-grrr shut them up, and they took their seats.
Ratbat glared out into the crowd.
“I see that you’re all here. Excellent.”
He flew up to the desk that dominated the far side of the room, transformed into cassette mode, and slid inside a tape slot built into the console. As he interfaced with the system, the room’s lights dimmed and the holoprojector activated. An image of an oil-drilling platform appeared.
“This is the source of our primary target,” the auditor’s voice emerged from the room’s audio speakers. “It’s an oil-drilling platform in the Persian Gulf. The facility itself is quite remarkable, featuring state-of-the-art drilling and defence systems. It can pump more crude oil per time unit than any other facility in the area, and is itself very energy-efficient.”
The hologram zoomed in on the corporate logo on the side of the platform. “The corporation that owns this facility has collaborated with the Autobots before, giving them modest amounts of energy. They haven’t had any dealings with them since our forces made planetfall, but nor have they supported our cause.”
The hologram zoomed back out, showing the entire platform. “Recently intercepted communications have shown that the facility’s internal storage tanks are nearly 98% full, and they have requested a tanker be sent to ferry the crude oil to a processing facility. A recon flight that Ransack undertook before heading off to Egypt showed that a tanker was indeed underway towards the facility, and my time estimates indicate that by now it has completed docking with the platform and is departing. You will appropriate the ship and it's load of fuel.”
The hologram shifted yet again, showing a huge tanker with several smaller vessels nearby. “Unfortunately, the tanker appears to have a military escort. It’s accompanied by three American destroyers. Under normal circumstances, it would be efficient to simply sink the ships. However, we can’t risk accidental damage to the tanker, so we have to take...alternative measures.”
The tanker disappeared, and in its place rose a large bunker-like construct with a small drydock attached. “This is our secondary target, a small US Navy repair yard in the Persian Gulf. The Seacons and Pretenders will carry out an assault on this facility. Engage and destroy any defences you encounter, but don’t damage the base itself; we need it functional and able to transmit. When it sends out an SOS the destroyers will have to investigate, leaving the tanker itself undefended. When they arrive, disable or destroy them. Snap Trap, you will have command over this part of the mission.”
The base disappeared, and the tanker’s image blossomed once more. “When the destroyers move off, the Predacons and Terrorcons will engage the tanker. Destroy their communications tower, squash any resistance, then force the ship’s crew to steer their vessel towards Carbombya. Hun-grrr will command, Tantrum will be charged with verifying the presence of fuel, Sinnertwin will guard any human captives, and Divebomb and Cutthroat will provide air support. Under no circumstances will you allow this ship to be destroyed. When the ship arrives at the nearby coastline, Abominus and Predaking will drag it to our camp, where the oil will be converted to Energon by Metrodrones.”
The tanker’s image faded, and a giant, three-dimensional Decepticon emblem replaced it. The lights returned to their normal brightness and Ratbat ejected from the tape slot. He transformed and asked, “Any questions?”
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African Airspace
Ramjet chuckled. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, StarBlade. It’s not as if the ‘Bots have anyone that can out-fight us, is it?”
The white seeker saw the shoreline fade into the distance, replaced by the Atlantic Ocean as he lead his flight towards Autobot-friendly America.
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(OOC: Moving Gigatron out of the way for Reflector.)
Command deck, Trypticon:
Gigatron: -finishing up his inspection- "Not bad, Leozak. Not bad at all. You have your mission orders, and I expect success." -turns, strides off bridge, going back to Metrotitan-
Leozak: -sits in command chair, looks over at Hatemonger- "None, now. If anybody misses our leaving, it's too bad for them. Drillhorn, switch us from battlestation to flight mode." -hits commlink- "Jalgar, get up here, man the comm console." -deactivates commlink- "Gaihawk, man the nav console. Set course for Cybertron, best possible speed." -spins command chair to face ops- "Killbison, make sure that all weapons are fully charged and on stand by."
Drillhorn: -standing at engineering console, flipping switches to transform Trypticon to flight mode, monitoring the flight engine warmup-
Jalgar: -runs onto the bridge, leaps into the comm officer's chair, starts monitoring frequencies-
Killbison: "Weapons ready, Captain."
Gaihawk: -takes the navigator's seat next to Hellbat's helm position, starts setting in the course-
Command deck, Trypticon:
Gigatron: -finishing up his inspection- "Not bad, Leozak. Not bad at all. You have your mission orders, and I expect success." -turns, strides off bridge, going back to Metrotitan-
Leozak: -sits in command chair, looks over at Hatemonger- "None, now. If anybody misses our leaving, it's too bad for them. Drillhorn, switch us from battlestation to flight mode." -hits commlink- "Jalgar, get up here, man the comm console." -deactivates commlink- "Gaihawk, man the nav console. Set course for Cybertron, best possible speed." -spins command chair to face ops- "Killbison, make sure that all weapons are fully charged and on stand by."
Drillhorn: -standing at engineering console, flipping switches to transform Trypticon to flight mode, monitoring the flight engine warmup-
Jalgar: -runs onto the bridge, leaps into the comm officer's chair, starts monitoring frequencies-
Killbison: "Weapons ready, Captain."
Gaihawk: -takes the navigator's seat next to Hellbat's helm position, starts setting in the course-
Razorclaw straightened up and looked at his fellow Predacons.
"None what so ever" - looking at the other combiner teams - "Move your tin cans, we ain't got all day".
The rest of the Predacons follow Razorclaw as he walks out the door. Divebomb transforms and flys up to meet Razorclaw infront of the rest.
"Do you think we can trust these fools Razorclaw?"
"Do you think we have a choice? From what we discussed on the way here, it looks like all out memories have been wiped clean. All I can remember before we got out of those damn pods is a strange planet and hell of a lot of Lasers and 'Bots."
"Do you think it was Ratbat that wiped 'em clean?"
"Who knows, but if play our cards we can make out with some energon".
The rest of the Predacons make thier way outside and head out for the Persian Gulf, not wating for theother Combiner teams.
"None what so ever" - looking at the other combiner teams - "Move your tin cans, we ain't got all day".
The rest of the Predacons follow Razorclaw as he walks out the door. Divebomb transforms and flys up to meet Razorclaw infront of the rest.
"Do you think we can trust these fools Razorclaw?"
"Do you think we have a choice? From what we discussed on the way here, it looks like all out memories have been wiped clean. All I can remember before we got out of those damn pods is a strange planet and hell of a lot of Lasers and 'Bots."
"Do you think it was Ratbat that wiped 'em clean?"
"Who knows, but if play our cards we can make out with some energon".
The rest of the Predacons make thier way outside and head out for the Persian Gulf, not wating for theother Combiner teams.
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(OOC sorry about the buggering off guys but i had to start my new job however i have noticed that Snapdragon has been reclaimed so i have only decided to take back Kup and Sixshot)
Sixshot entered the medbay and noticed Thrust taking abuse from sunstorm Sixshot approached sunstorm and stared him straight into his optics
"That Decepticon was out there doing his duty today he saved many of our soldiers from death with his heroics while you were sitting up here taking it easy" Sixshot said angrily he turned from sunstorm and acknowledged Thrust "you did good out there maybe we can make a veteran out of you yet. As for screamer what of him did he survive"
Sixshot entered the medbay and noticed Thrust taking abuse from sunstorm Sixshot approached sunstorm and stared him straight into his optics
"That Decepticon was out there doing his duty today he saved many of our soldiers from death with his heroics while you were sitting up here taking it easy" Sixshot said angrily he turned from sunstorm and acknowledged Thrust "you did good out there maybe we can make a veteran out of you yet. As for screamer what of him did he survive"
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Snaptrap smiled.
"So the Pretenders and us smash the defenses but not the base. Sounds good to me." He smiled and looked at his men.
"Come on boys, let's go fight the good fight." He said as the group filed out behind the Predacons.
He then got onto his com-link.
"Pretenders what are your underwater capablities? I am thinking we approach the base from under the sea. That way we avoid any radar and can strike without being noticed. Or we can do a two pronged attack you can come in from the ground and we shall come in from the ocean." He asked the pretender group for advice.
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Hatemonger nodded at Leozak and began to check the monitors appearing in front of him.
"Looks to me like you did some fun changes to Trips before hand." He said then gave a report. "All systems reading 100% armed and ready. By the way did the Cowardbots give us anyone of their own to help fight for their homeworld or did they chicken out as usual?" He asked really anyone in the control center.
"So the Pretenders and us smash the defenses but not the base. Sounds good to me." He smiled and looked at his men.
"Come on boys, let's go fight the good fight." He said as the group filed out behind the Predacons.
He then got onto his com-link.
"Pretenders what are your underwater capablities? I am thinking we approach the base from under the sea. That way we avoid any radar and can strike without being noticed. Or we can do a two pronged attack you can come in from the ground and we shall come in from the ocean." He asked the pretender group for advice.
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Hatemonger nodded at Leozak and began to check the monitors appearing in front of him.
"Looks to me like you did some fun changes to Trips before hand." He said then gave a report. "All systems reading 100% armed and ready. By the way did the Cowardbots give us anyone of their own to help fight for their homeworld or did they chicken out as usual?" He asked really anyone in the control center.
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(ooc - first off sorry for being away and if I have held anything up - I've went through the last 10 pages or so that I've not been here for and can't find any reference to Soundwave, so I'm going to continue with the take-over thing that he was doing earlier and if I've made a huge blunder in what I'm writing, then please email or PM and I'll make the necessary corrections)
Content that all was ready, Soundwave patched a link through to Ratbat.
"Ratbat. The viral strike on Metrotitan shall begin immediately. Activate the virus which Sparkstalker has implemented into the system. Report when this is done. Soundwave out."
He simulateously also patched a link through to Ravage, Rumble and (ooc - if he is still there) and Frenzy who had been waiting sometime at their various posts in readiness to begin creating pandemonium within the base.
"Ravage, Rumble, Frenzy, stand ready - be on standby to create mayhem. Soundwave out."
Soundwave relaxed momentarily in his seat and then resumed his posture in readiness for the strike to start...
Content that all was ready, Soundwave patched a link through to Ratbat.
"Ratbat. The viral strike on Metrotitan shall begin immediately. Activate the virus which Sparkstalker has implemented into the system. Report when this is done. Soundwave out."
He simulateously also patched a link through to Ravage, Rumble and (ooc - if he is still there) and Frenzy who had been waiting sometime at their various posts in readiness to begin creating pandemonium within the base.
"Ravage, Rumble, Frenzy, stand ready - be on standby to create mayhem. Soundwave out."
Soundwave relaxed momentarily in his seat and then resumed his posture in readiness for the strike to start...
Medbay,Metrotitan
Megaplex now stood up and looked at Sixshot.
"You are mistaken. Sunstorm and I were on a Energon retreival mission with other Decepticons. We ourselves encountered Autobots there and were fighting with them for the Energon."
Sunstorm smiled at Sixshot before growling a little.
"In other words Sixy... heh... we "Decepticon's" were doing nothing more than our duty and I'll shall be perfectly happy to show you just exactly what a Decepticon's duty is Sixshot if you need a refresher course in getting your head torn from your circuits!"
Megaplex now stood up and looked at Sixshot.
"You are mistaken. Sunstorm and I were on a Energon retreival mission with other Decepticons. We ourselves encountered Autobots there and were fighting with them for the Energon."
Sunstorm smiled at Sixshot before growling a little.
"In other words Sixy... heh... we "Decepticon's" were doing nothing more than our duty and I'll shall be perfectly happy to show you just exactly what a Decepticon's duty is Sixshot if you need a refresher course in getting your head torn from your circuits!"
Trypticon
To an uninformed onlooker, the sight would have been stupefying.
Over a period of about a minute, the city’s entrance ramps folded up, the high towers collapsed down onto the main body of the city, the entrances sealed and the weapons arrays shifted into new configurations. Artificial gravity systems came on-line, which kept the city’s personnel from being tossed about as the repulsor systems built into the bottom of the city lifted it off the ground. Tongues of flame licked out from the main sublight engines as they warmed.
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Command Deck, Trypticon
Trypticon’s voice boomed through the bridge’s loudspeakers. “Reconfiguration complete, Commander. Trypticon ready for flight. And fight.”
Spinister, meanwhile, continued to man the main sensor station.
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Briefing Room, Metrotitan
Hun-grrr scowled and lead his team out of the room, also having no questions. The Terrorcons likewise left the city, took to the skies, and headed towards the Persian Gulf.
With the combiner teams gone, Ratbat began musing over the potential benefits of the mission. His fuel pump skipped a beat in terror as Soundwave’s voice came over the comm.
This, he thought, is precisely what I don’t need right now. His optics narrowed. Soundwave has become a liability, one that must be written off.
Ratbat answered the communications officer with a simple, if somewhat taunting, “No.”
He knew this wouldn’t stop Soundwave, though. The communicator could figure out within minutes how to activate the virus on his own, and if he did that he’d quickly have Ratbat killed.
With no better ideas springing to mind, he opened a comlink with Astrotrain and the ‘Con walking nearest to him; Ratbat assumed this was the bodyguard Ramjet, but in fact it was Blitzwing. He sent them a copy of Soundwave’s last transmission, then said, “I suggest you place our communications officer under arrest. Quickly.”
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Medbay, Metrotitan
Ransack sighed in disgust as the other, older Decepticons bickered like little sparklings. He waited in silence as the Metrodrones worked on his shoulder.
To an uninformed onlooker, the sight would have been stupefying.
Over a period of about a minute, the city’s entrance ramps folded up, the high towers collapsed down onto the main body of the city, the entrances sealed and the weapons arrays shifted into new configurations. Artificial gravity systems came on-line, which kept the city’s personnel from being tossed about as the repulsor systems built into the bottom of the city lifted it off the ground. Tongues of flame licked out from the main sublight engines as they warmed.
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Command Deck, Trypticon
Trypticon’s voice boomed through the bridge’s loudspeakers. “Reconfiguration complete, Commander. Trypticon ready for flight. And fight.”
Spinister, meanwhile, continued to man the main sensor station.
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Briefing Room, Metrotitan
Hun-grrr scowled and lead his team out of the room, also having no questions. The Terrorcons likewise left the city, took to the skies, and headed towards the Persian Gulf.
With the combiner teams gone, Ratbat began musing over the potential benefits of the mission. His fuel pump skipped a beat in terror as Soundwave’s voice came over the comm.
This, he thought, is precisely what I don’t need right now. His optics narrowed. Soundwave has become a liability, one that must be written off.
Ratbat answered the communications officer with a simple, if somewhat taunting, “No.”
He knew this wouldn’t stop Soundwave, though. The communicator could figure out within minutes how to activate the virus on his own, and if he did that he’d quickly have Ratbat killed.
With no better ideas springing to mind, he opened a comlink with Astrotrain and the ‘Con walking nearest to him; Ratbat assumed this was the bodyguard Ramjet, but in fact it was Blitzwing. He sent them a copy of Soundwave’s last transmission, then said, “I suggest you place our communications officer under arrest. Quickly.”
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Medbay, Metrotitan
Ransack sighed in disgust as the other, older Decepticons bickered like little sparklings. He waited in silence as the Metrodrones worked on his shoulder.
Outside Metrotitan
Fangry sped up to the city and stopped and transformed into robot mode. He stared at the entire city and smirked. He tapped at his wrist, activating a local comlink.
"Attention all Decepticons, this is Decepticon Fangry reporting. I demand a formal entrance to Metrotitan."
He tapped his wrist again.
"I truely hope that this will work."
Inside The Lemma
The R-Chamber opened up and Snapdragon took a few steps out. He grabbed his head and shook it.
"Boy did that ever suck."
He received Fangry's message and had a small chuckle which turned into a concerned look.
"He's either gonna be commander of something, or get us turned into scrap," he walked over to the gun rack and retrieved his gun, "but scrap isn't the best idea," he locked and loaded the gun and retrieved his shield, "well, he cant have all that fun, now can he?"
Outside The Lemma
"Sentinel, shields activate. Voice code: Snapdragon."
"Shields activating."
Snapdragon stepped away from The Lemma as the shields went up. He transfomed into his vehicle mode and slowly began to rise up in the air. Through his sensors he picked up Fangry. He quickly sped off to meet up with him.
Fangry sped up to the city and stopped and transformed into robot mode. He stared at the entire city and smirked. He tapped at his wrist, activating a local comlink.
"Attention all Decepticons, this is Decepticon Fangry reporting. I demand a formal entrance to Metrotitan."
He tapped his wrist again.
"I truely hope that this will work."
Inside The Lemma
The R-Chamber opened up and Snapdragon took a few steps out. He grabbed his head and shook it.
"Boy did that ever suck."
He received Fangry's message and had a small chuckle which turned into a concerned look.
"He's either gonna be commander of something, or get us turned into scrap," he walked over to the gun rack and retrieved his gun, "but scrap isn't the best idea," he locked and loaded the gun and retrieved his shield, "well, he cant have all that fun, now can he?"
Outside The Lemma
"Sentinel, shields activate. Voice code: Snapdragon."
"Shields activating."
Snapdragon stepped away from The Lemma as the shields went up. He transfomed into his vehicle mode and slowly began to rise up in the air. Through his sensors he picked up Fangry. He quickly sped off to meet up with him.
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Sixshot glared at Megaplex as his face turned to that of a smirk
"Hahahahaha thats the spirit of a decepticon alright but it would be unwise of you to attempt to carry out that threat Megaplex as i guarantee your death would be quick but very very painful".
Sixshot then glanced over to Thrust
"Thats good to hear however much i despise that treacherous dog he is still my superior and a powerful member of our ranks"
"Hahahahaha thats the spirit of a decepticon alright but it would be unwise of you to attempt to carry out that threat Megaplex as i guarantee your death would be quick but very very painful".
Sixshot then glanced over to Thrust
"Thats good to hear however much i despise that treacherous dog he is still my superior and a powerful member of our ranks"
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ooc: Warcry - I'm guessing that sinnertwin has left with the other terrorcons? no probs i'll just keep knocking till shockers answers 
Icepick nodded to Piranacon " OK, lets move out." he instructed his fellow pretenders
best keep seperate for this mission, Monstructor will most likely just want to destroy everything
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Trypticon armoury
Triggerhappy felt the jolt as the fortress moved
" What in the inferno is going on out there?" he asked of no-one in particular
" Oh yeah" said Blowpipe " In all the excitement I forgot to mention, looks like we are headed back to Cybertron."
Triggerhappy put his head in his hands again thinking that this day could not possibly get any worse
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Scalple watched the terrorcon leave and turned back to Shockwave's Door knocking a little louder this time
Icepick nodded to Piranacon " OK, lets move out." he instructed his fellow pretenders
best keep seperate for this mission, Monstructor will most likely just want to destroy everything
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Trypticon armoury
Triggerhappy felt the jolt as the fortress moved
" What in the inferno is going on out there?" he asked of no-one in particular
" Oh yeah" said Blowpipe " In all the excitement I forgot to mention, looks like we are headed back to Cybertron."
Triggerhappy put his head in his hands again thinking that this day could not possibly get any worse
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Scalple watched the terrorcon leave and turned back to Shockwave's Door knocking a little louder this time
Megaplex sighed.
"I am not one for threatening. I state facts. Pure and simple"
Sunstorm laughed almost to a point of insanity.
"However I Sunstorm does the threatening in these parts. Thrust, helping an Autobot.... I call it helping myself to something which has outdone its usefulness and I assure you anyone falls into that category. "
Sunstorm's crackling optics fixed themselves upon Sixshot.
"And that means anyone."
"I am not one for threatening. I state facts. Pure and simple"
Sunstorm laughed almost to a point of insanity.
"However I Sunstorm does the threatening in these parts. Thrust, helping an Autobot.... I call it helping myself to something which has outdone its usefulness and I assure you anyone falls into that category. "
Sunstorm's crackling optics fixed themselves upon Sixshot.
"And that means anyone."