Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 31, 2007 23:35:18 GMT -5
Sand... Yes. I am lying on sand. Are the first thoughts to pass through Eye-fire's mind.
Heat. Yes, heat. External. Sun. I am not being charbroiled from the inside. I believe this to be a good thing. He continues, trying to raise himself up with his arms. They refuse to respond for a few seconds, but then they weakly respond, pushing him over onto his back.
His single, large optic takes time to adjust to the bright light. His audio sensors begin to reactivate, brining in the sound of waves..... which is odd, given his last position was furiously scrambling to get to an evacuation ship as the retreat was sounded.
He thinks. His last orders had been to retreat and escape Cybertron, which he has somehow done, and no other orders where recorded.
For possibly the first time in his life, Eye-fire is not under the effect of orders. He thinks about this, and a cool sense of calm, even on this strange beach that he has never seen before, begins to roll over him.
Then his Radio transciever begins to pick up static, and he hears a slightly garbled transmission come through.
"SKSHHHHH... Retreat....The way we SHKSSSSSH came."Are about his he can hear.
Orders have been received, even if he can't make who, the orders come from a Decepticon. The rest of his body springs to life, he stands, and attempts to make out from which direction the messgae came, but is still to disorientated.
He sends out his own communique in an atempt to find possible allies.
//To any Decepticons receiving this, This is Eye-fire and am in unknown territory. Please respond.//
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 3, 2007 14:34:23 GMT -5
After receiving orders to wait until extraction was possible, Eye-fire nimbly took cover in the foliage at the edge of the beach, hiding himself form unwelcome guests.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 5, 2007 23:14:33 GMT -5
Somewhere nearby in the foliage, a large black widow suddenly snapped to life. Last she recalled, she was recharging in the CR Chamber. Where.. is she? Could this be some kind of mind game Megatron was playing? A loyalty test perhaps? She wasn't certain, and would stay off frequencies until she knew what she was facing.
How far away from base could she be? The Darksyde was surrounded by jungle, but there were certainly no beaches nearby. Wait.. was that a building? The Widow's curiosity got the better of her and she started to crawl out from her covered area and onto the beach proper. This wasn't some backwater planet--or if it was then it wasn't anywhere near fully colonized--this one had some kind of advancement of civilization!
Remaining in her beast form, lest she needed to shield herself from stasis lock, The Widow set out to explore. Eventually, she'll be able to be noticed quite easily by Eye-Fire.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 6, 2007 9:57:54 GMT -5
Various unfamiliar and bizarre landscapes were passing in a blurred bluish haze below her. Stratospheric clouds occasionally slipped passed her like a giant curtain in the sky, leaving a fine glittering layer of frost on her wings. The thinner icy air was a refreshing change from the smothering thickness of the lower atmosphere, but it was luxury that Skystrike knew she couldn’t divulge in for very long. She had a passenger to pick up for one, and his current coordinates were quickly beginning to come into range.
The blithe of the past few hours away from the confusion that was the rest of the group was nice. It was almost tempting to leave it all behind and just go off on her own, but she knew that if she had any slim chance of getting back to Lighter and the others, she’d need them. She couldn’t leave.
With a slightly annoyed rumble at herself, the seeker began to descend leaving a trail of turbulence behind in her wake as roared down, heading towards the area the coordinates were pointing to. A few minutes later, she was streaking a few hundred above the path of a winding white beach, rustling the tops of tropical plant life and sending flocks of pale colored sea-side creatures up into the air. Occasionally, she could see the glint of colorful buildings through the sand and the thick foliage and idly wondered what purpose they served. They reminded her of some of the buildings that Core Breaker had shown her over the course of their trip, buildings that’d survived the war.
Despite the pretty view, Skystrike didn’t let herself get distracted. Just because they used the Decepticon frequency didn’t mean that they were always allies. She needed to keep her wits about her.
//I have arrived near a beach. Can you describe your current location and perhaps any notable landmark?// The blue jet sent over the shortwave.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 6, 2007 11:20:30 GMT -5
Eye-fire failed to respond for a few seconds, as an unusually large and unnatural looking spider moved across the beach in front of him.
Not only was it far too large to be natural life from, it also had a certian metallic sheen and general roboticness to it.
Unable to see any markings identifying the being, he silently stepped out from the thick foliage, retracting his right hand to allow him to use his powerful arm cannon.
"Halt! identify yourself or I shall destroy you!" he said in a loud and somewhat commanding voice.
//I'm currently standing on a piece of beach that juts out, I'll fire a shot into the air if you need more accurate co-ordinates. I also seem to have come across... something.//
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 6, 2007 15:12:30 GMT -5
When Blackarachnia received the commant to halt, she freezes. Huh.. looks like outmoded inefficient technology.. and ugly at that. Still, there's no way it could be anything other than Cybertronian. It's no Predacon she's seen, but what kind of sappy Maximal would threaten to destroy someone? Plus, he appears to be speaking to another unknown on a Predacon Short-wave frequency, and he's as confused about her presence as she is to him. Best to play along until she can learn more.
"..Blackarachnia. And I'm as lost as you. Where are we?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 6, 2007 17:08:14 GMT -5
//It’s alright, I think I can see the beach now and I’m coming in. It’s better to keep your guns trained on whatever it is you’ve encountered.// Skystrike replied over the radio, priming her guns. Better off not to trust anything unusual on this planet.
“Transform.” She uttered against the wind as the beach came closer. She could see the mech she assumed to be Eye-fire and… something… weird. It seemed squishable, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
“Eye-fire?” The blue flier questioned as she came to a hovering stop above him, one shoulder gun casually pointed at the black insect… thing. It looked familiar, like something she’d seen on earth but no insect on earth would ever grow so large.
Then the insect ‘thing’ spoke. In clear Cybertronian no less
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Skystrike’s face twisted into a look of confusion, but she had the sense to keep her guns trained on the… ‘thing’. “Transform, or we will shoot.” She ordered, the expression of puzzlement turning into a suspicious scowl.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 6, 2007 23:26:19 GMT -5
"Nice name, but whats your affiliation? Autobot? Decepticon?" Eye fire said, his aim remaining rock solidly trained on Blackarachnia.
He remembered the Insecticons, the traitorous Shrapnel and Bombshell standing out in his mind, and looked at the insect like appearance of this being.
"Be careful Skystrike, it could be an Insecticon."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 7, 2007 2:44:21 GMT -5
Blackarachnia did a double-take when Skystrike showed up. Eye-Fire was strange-looking, but there was no mistaking the single most standard design in the ancestors of the Predacons. "..WHAT? Decepticons?!" Blackarachnia thought they weren't on Earth!
"What kind of sick joke is this? Blackarachnia, TERRORIZE." The widow spins around as a very feminine form unfolds from the body. Her handheld weapon isn't drawn, she doesn't want to aggravate them.
"An Insecticon? Please. I'm a Predacon. We're no Decepticons, we're the descendants of you outmoded fuel-suckers.."
Well, okay. Not aggravate them too much..
"We found ourselves on some strange backwater planet, and now I've found myself on this one, which isn't much better. Where am I?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 7, 2007 4:13:07 GMT -5
So the squishable looking insect-thing just turned into a squishable looking human-thing for its robot form. The reflexive urge to step on small organic looking things in general, was a difficult urge to suppress being so deeply ingrained into Skystrike’s very nature. The fact that this new transformer was still speaking cybertronian was the only thing deterring that urge. It wasn’t until the mention of the word ‘Predacon’ though, that the urge quietly slunk to the back of her mind.
“Yes, Decepticons. Eye-fire, feel free to lower your weapons, this Predacon is not a threat.” Even so, the seeker lowered her own gun cautiously and switched off her antigravs until she felt the uncomfortable grind of fine sand against her feet. Noisy little thing, that insect-human, quite a lot like Sky-byte. Were all Predacons like that?
“Predacons… are Decepticon descendants?” She growled mostly to herself as she looked down at Blackarachnia with an air of mild curiosity. Sky-byte had never told them that. Was this Predacon from another place then? Or perhaps that was a little detail that the shark hadn’t told them. She could bother him over the radio for that, right after asking for orders, that is. And explaining the situation to the two newcomers.
“We are currently standing on a planet that seems to have dragged many others like you two, all from different times and sometimes different worlds altogether.” She sounded a bit distracted, apparently sending something over the radio. “We don’t know much beyond that except that this planet has been seemingly abandoned by most of its sentient natives not too long ago, as we’ve discovered some structures reminiscent of an advanced civilization. You’ll probably spot a few once we start flying.”
“We, the Decepticons and a Predacon, perhaps one like yourself, Blackarachnia, are currently setting up base. As you’ve probably figured out over the radio Eye-fire, Starscream is our current leader. Hook, the bright green crane, is second in command.” Skystrike continued idly, “We’ve not really had time to organize much of anything else.”
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 7, 2007 10:53:09 GMT -5
"By 'outmoded' I assume you mean 'big' and by 'fuel sucker' as 'One who could squash me if he wanted to'" Eye-fire says as his single, large optic zooming out slightly.
"As for matters of rank, I've temporarily inputted you" He points to Skystrike "As a superior to me."
"You, Blackarachnia, are considered an equal." He says, lowering his arm cannon, sliding his hand back into place.
"Orders, Skystrike?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 7, 2007 14:53:51 GMT -5
Blackarachnia snorted when Eye-Fire referred to her as his 'equal'. If that is what he chose to believe, then she wasn't going to undelude him.
"Oh look, we've got some more organization." she said sarcastically. "Congratulations on your promotion. I'm sure you've earned it. Now," Blackarachnia puts her hands on her hips impatiently. "If you haven't got a base set up, you'll want people with technical expertise. I might as well give Starscream a chance, see if he's a better leader in life than he was in death." Ooh, Cryptic!
Besides, Blackarachnia can probably work the situation to her advantage. Worst case scenario, she just splits off on her own anyway.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 7, 2007 14:59:25 GMT -5
"Though Starscream didn't live long after gianing power, I'm sure he would have made a fine leader." Eye-fire said, taking a step back.
"Now, Blackarachnia, do you think you can carry me?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 7, 2007 18:21:19 GMT -5
Skystrike was currently giving the horizon a flat look. She’d radioed in for orders and she got a debate on femmes and theology. Admittedly, it was a bit humorous listening to the rest of the ‘Cons bicker over meaningless things and she couldn’t quite stop the amused snort she made when one of Spinister’s weapons commented on the topic. Nevertheless, here she was listening to two annoying newcomers bicker and with no new orders and a second unexpected passenger to carry; needless to say the seeker was a bit miffed. Well then, her superiors can pester her about it when they land for all she cared. They were ones that were going to have to deal with the new mouthy Predacon when she arrived.
“Transform.” There was a hum of anti-gravs as Skystrike shifted into her jet form once more, hovering a few feet off the ground. Her cockpit opened with a soft hiss of hydraulics as the flier idly pondered how the two would maneuver enough to fit themselves in. Her cockpit wasn’t exactly spacey, even if the place had been modified to store more than human-sized things. Which was just wondrous come to think of it now; she’d have to listen to these two bicker all the way back to the group.
“I hope you two know the drill. If not; Eye-fire transform and let Blackarachnia pick you up. Both of you get in and keep your vocalizers shut for the rest of the trip. Any attempts at conversation will result in immediate ejection. Any attempts at bickering will result in immediate ejection. Only questions and they better be good.”
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 7, 2007 18:35:31 GMT -5
Blackarachnia stared at Skystrike. "Hn." She says aloud as she steps into the cockpit. She prepared herself to draw her grappling gun, in case Skytrike made good on her threat.
Wait, how was Eye-Fire going to fit in here as well? Oh right, older-style Cybertronians had mass-shifting technology. No wonder they drained Cybertron dry. "Wait, you don't turn into a fridge or anything, do you?"
OOC:Just assume Blackarachnia takes Eye-Fire in gun-mode when he points out that there is in fact enough room for the two of them.
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