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Phase Shift

Postby Insidious » Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:18 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Skamania County, WA--Mount St. Helens

Ruins of the Decepticon headquarters on Earth....

Government officials and authorized private contracting firms such as Academi have been scouring the recent devastation surrounding what is being described as little more than an "event" in and around the area surrounding Mount St. Helens. The local populace and media have been curious, but have been kept steadfastly at bay. Everyone is being assured that anything that might have occurred was an unknown, geological incident and is being investigated.

The fact that the United States government is maintaining such a strong military presence in the area suggests that there is more to the story...
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:46 am

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
by my Black Hand-- --The Dead shall rise!"
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Gifford National Forest

A crack rends the air as 3 large figures and one much smaller are deposited unceremoniously into a copse in the forest. Surrounded by giant trees, they are sheltered from prying eyes, but not for long.

The smallest and most nimble of the group, Psychout, is the only one to land on his feet but finds himself startled by a bizarre crunching noise as he lands.

"Ew... what the pit is that? Vin, you've been here before, any idea what it is I just landed on?"
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Phaze » Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:14 pm

Motto: ""All's Fair in Life and Death""
Weapon: Nuclear Charged Fusion Cannon
Gifford National Forest

“Slag on a Scraplet” the howl of frustration came as the world turned white then seconds later various shades of green and brown below him with a lot of blue above him. it was then he realised he had materialised off the ground “Oh you gotta be slagging me” muttered Crueljaw as he landed with a bang. It was only his pride he had hurt as he lifted his frame off the ground and took a moment to look up at the blue sky with the clouds floating serenely across the expanse.

“I hate it here already” the bodyguard grumbled as he dusted his frame off and knelt as he felt slightly exposed despite being in a forest it was also partly due to the bounce sickness he was feeling being up right wasn't high on his priorities. “These tall green and brown things have eyes lots of them we’d better get moving what is the plan” he growled as he drew his shotgun his optics scanning the tree line. He was aware of his colleagues appearing but was concentrating on the safety of the party.
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Foxfire13795 » Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:43 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Gifford National Forest

The assassin appeared out of seemingly nothingness as did her comrades as they all came out of the bounce. Darkfire activated her thrusters for a split astrosecond to cushion her fall and land lightly on her feet. She ignored Crueljaw's less than graceful landing and took her first look out on Sol-3.

It's so...organic...

There was a certain beauty and serenity to this world however. Long ago, she would have liked to meditate here while she practiced Metallikato. Darkfire glanced over to both Psychout and Crueljaw as they expressed distaste for this world. Like most Decepticons, they probably thought anything organic was disgusting.

The assassin turned her optics outward once more, following Crueljaw's cue. She drew out her Null Ray and kept watch through its scope, looking up from it and glancing around the area occasionally. There were no signs of the little fleshlings that inhabited this planet yet, but they were sure to arrive.
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Baneblade » Sun Apr 15, 2012 5:06 pm

Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Gifford National Forest

Vindicator had landed in a crouch, his hulked over stance absorbing a lot of the impact from the drop from the air. True that he had been to this mudball before, but it was on a rocky area, not an organic area...not somewhere this...green...or alive. True that this was a recon mission, but be damned if the moisture in this area was going to afect his gears and servos. There was a garbled, and distressing statement coming from the diminutive mechanoid that Vindicator turned and mech-handled in one massive paw, turning Psychout over to reveal his back. Oh yeah he had landed in something interesting alright, and whatever it was, used to be alive and was now...what was the fleshbags called it? Oh yeah...roadkill...

"Well short-arse...whatever it was has left a lovely decoration of....meat up your aft.." His internal computer classified the dead animal as a beaver "...beaver...nice catch...if there's any left you could mount the head or have it stuffed!"

Another grumble came from Crueljaw as the bounce sickness took the surly mechanoid by the lugnuts and shook hard, for it was hard to shake Crueljaw, because he was as stocky as they come, and twice as bitter.

"..Jaws...thats because this place is crawling with organic life...and they're called 'trees'..." Vin's internal database was calling up the flora and fauna of the Gifford National Park, a pre-requisite of being stationed inside the base - orders of the top brass to help understand the workings of this mudball. He was kind of glad that the only one that didn't complain about being bounced down to Sol-3 was Darkfire, for her silence spoke volumes at her wonderment at the life on Sol-3.

Vindicator had been here once, but kept his displeasure to himself before he began to peel off the remains of the bear from the back of Psychout and gave him a spray down of chem-burn from a nozzle can that he had picked up from the med bay. It had to come in useful at some point, so using it here on this mudball was ideal, as it helped remove the grizzly mess of a beaver from Psychout's back before setting him back down on the ground. Vindicator then stood up to his full height, towering above the other con's, thankful that the tall trees were helping to hide his frame from the prying eyes of the world.

"Now.. how far are we from the former base...hmm..." he consulted his internal gps as he flipped up a computer terminal on his forearm as it projected a beam of light to generate a 3d map of the area infront of the group.

"As you havent been on this rock before..." he said, his baritone vocals hushed to not attract unwanted attention "...we are here..." the red blips flashed on the holo-map before the topographical display spun and rotated around, zooming in to show the location of the base, and the fact it was sprawling with humans. "...the 'natives' seem to have moved in..." he grumbled something in cybertronian under his breath "...their local military power I'd wager, still no match for our firepower - but...not something we should do considering how many of these metabags are on Sol-3..."

There was a whupping sound in the air as Vindicator snapped his head skywards, one of his shredder cannons aimed up at the cloudless sky.

Autobot? No it wasn't one of them. The engine noise was all wrong...his optics zoomed in on the sound as if to try and pinpoint the noise. The Apache gunship came into view as it scuttled through the sky towards Mount Saint Helens.

"...military...seems that the felshbags are more serious about investigating the ruins...we need to move...double time!"
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Sun Apr 15, 2012 5:34 pm

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
by my Black Hand-- --The Dead shall rise!"
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Gifford National Forest clearing.

Everyone landed safely, and after Psych had had the beaver paté removed from his back and had finished being thrown around like a ragdoll by Vindicator, he looked at the map to work out where they were in relation to the old base, and exactly what was going on before the noisy interruption

"Its nothing to worry about Vin, we're in enough cover here for them not to see us just yet."

"Just time for me to fill you all in the on the rest of our mission. Infiltration Protocols blah blah blah remains our top priority, however there are a few other things that need to be addressed, and with that monotone munchbox on the bridge watching our every move I couldn't be 100% truthful in my initial briefing."

Psychout paused. He scanned the tree-line for prying eyes whilst the others brandished their weapons. There was no point in him doing the same, but he was also a little on edge, the helicopter had moved on but there would be more. He remembered that this was his first real mission in millennia and his first ever to non-Cybertron tech landscapes. It felt alien. And squishy. But, most of all invigorating.

He focused on the job in hand. "This is the only time this matter is to be discussed openly." He allowed that to sink in.

"This mission is considered to be compromised. Blackwind's actions on the Thanatos mean that Commander Shockwave does not have the control of the ship he believes he does, and Thunderwing is to be assumed an enemy of the same threat level as Starscream. Thunderwing is to be watched where possible and all actions that countermand Shockwave's orders are to be noted and reported to me at the earliest possible opportunity. Discretion and caution are advised, as Thunderwing is not currently aware that he is under suspicion, and it will remain that way until we hear otherwise from the Commander. Luckily for us, Thunderwing also appreciates the importance of the Protocols as much as Shockwave, and isn't likely to try and break cover, so this shouldn't affect us in this initial part of the mission.

"This is your one and only opportunity to question me on this issue before we begin the mission, so think carefully..."

When you are sure you are satisfied, you have your tasks. Darkfire, you are on aerial recon. I want a rough idea of numbers, technology level and layout of the military base at the foot of the mountain, as well as any other military equipment in the surrounding areas and its movements. After that you are to patrol the region for potential Cybertronian interference until we are able to clear you for landing within the base itself. Vindicator, same as Darkfire from ground level, beginning in the militarised zone and fanning outwards towards the civilian sector, making a note of any variation in military insignia and identifications for later use. After your full sweep is done, try and locate us some caves or some shelter for us to use as an outpost until we are established in the military camp, then link up with Jaws and I and we will move out to to gain access to the old base. Remember, we are in Phase 1 - remain in your altmodes at all times when not in the outpost.

"Jaws, we're going to go get a coffee.... Whatever that is. I call shotgun!"
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Phaze » Mon Apr 16, 2012 5:24 am

Motto: ""All's Fair in Life and Death""
Weapon: Nuclear Charged Fusion Cannon
Gifford National Forest

Crueljaw
finally stood up right his bounce sickness subsiding enough for him to attempt it as he stood his optics still scanning the surrounding area as Vin explained that the tall things around him where trees and full of organic life. “So they still have lots of eyes you colossal slag deposit” at the same time he heard the aerial vehicle as it flew overhead and turned to view its boxy form. “An aerial drone? Assault platform?" the enquiry was for clarification everything on this planet was new to him and confusing Billions of organic life forms most of them not even the size of a hex nut.

Tearing his optics from the tree line and the billions of eyes for the time he took a look at the map as Psychout discussed Thunderwing. Crueljaw had never met the con only briefly seen him at a distance on Cybertron at Thunderhead Pass back when the planet was full of life. “So we feign peace but prepare for war with this pretender to the throne?"

it was then that the diminutive Psychout started dishing out the orders he groaned as he heard he was going to be Psychout’s taxi. “You ruin the interior and I’ll be using you to clean the inside of my shotgun barrel” he growled as he got his slag together and started to transform into his humvee alternate mode. In seconds a black humvee was sat idling in front of Psychout and the others “see you on the bounce Vin, Darkfire watch your back up there it’s a big expanse plenty of places to hide with that white floating cover”

With that Crueljaw opened his Driver's side door “What in the pit is coffee?"
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Mon Apr 16, 2012 4:39 pm

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
by my Black Hand-- --The Dead shall rise!"
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Gifford National Forest

Psych climbed into drivers door of his long time friend and ally. "Coffee? It's a type of supercharger fuel for organics as far as I can tell." He'd had the very basics of Earth's culture from the network on the Thanatos, but in his opinion, this mudball was ugly. But all this organic matter meant it was horrifically primitive and therefore ripe for the taking. He was looking forward to testing their 'technology'.

He idly recalled his previous days on Cybertron - the proper old days, before the 'Seeker incident' - and how civilisations such as this on Cybertron we're drawn into the conflict by his playing of both sides, his skill at manipulating those only aware of half the picture and then, whilst brother fought against brother and their defences were down, Megatron would lead his followers in to 'save' them from themselves and take what was rightfully his.

How things had changed. Megatron was gone. Starscream, the talentless cretin who nearly cost them Altagon completely, now dares to claim the Decepticons as his, whilst Shockwave works towards our future as a race - the next step in Cybertronian evolution that will take us beyond a mere transforming robots. Starscream's arrogance and ineptitude would tear the species apart through stagnation, and that can not be allowed to happen.

He looked at the surrounding trees whilst putting his feet up on the dashboard of Crueljaws rather comfy Hummer alt. Plundering this planet should be easy, but if it was going to go wrong, it was almost guaranteed to be a certain seeker who would cause it...

Psych began the radio chatter as soon as he was comfortable, and as a destruction from his darker thoughts.
>>we should be safe on this frequency, it's out of range of most fleshling scanners and those that can find it will hear garbled machine noise. So, anyway, as headcase here is practically a native to this mudball compared to us, he can now fill us in on what went wrong with the base and why it was collapsed. Vin? Who screwed up so badly they had to defrost me to come and sort it out?<<
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Phaze » Mon Apr 16, 2012 5:42 pm

Motto: ""All's Fair in Life and Death""
Weapon: Nuclear Charged Fusion Cannon
Gifford National Forest

The huge amounts of trees was providing a challenge to Crueljaw’s alternate mode “wish I still had my Cybertronian bridging vehicle mode I’d easily make it through these things” the irritation at having to surrender his former alternate mode to blend in with the natives. As he rolled on to it he grumbled again “so what is this they drive on this its uncomfortable” seconds later he found a large rut and slammed into the dirt hard and continued on his journey.

The trees where still all around him he could still feel the eyes burning into his shell “Stupid creatures why can’t we just wipe em out it’ll save us enslaving these stupid critters” he muttered as the scenery moved past the decepticon cycled through the radio stations catching the end of a terrible song the DJ said it was by something called Justin Bieber he quickly moved it on looking for any radio traffic he could use “see what I mean if any sane life form heard that caterwauling they’d kill the thing that created it or at the very least remove its vocal cords to stop it singing again” he commented to Psychout as he hit another rut and bottomed out making a grinding noise not that Crueljaw cared as he slammed into another rut.

"you'd of thought they would have made highways or something"
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Foxfire13795 » Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:19 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Gifford National Forest

The assassin digested the new information piece by piece analyzing it critically in the span of a few astroseconds. A smirk graced her features. "Ah, the plot thickens," the assassin said to no one in particular. It seemed Blackwind was an agent of this Thunderwing character. Curious. It seemed that she had been enlisted into Shockwave's cause. Darkfire didn't particularly mind. He was the most logical choice, if not the most charismatic. But then, Darkfire preferred a well thought out plan as opposed to stirring speeches-or eulogies as they sometimes turn out to be.

The femme nodded to Crueljaw curtly in acknowledgment. She glanced over in the direction where the helicopter had disappeared in. "See you, Vin." Darkfire leaped up into the air, transforming in mid-flip and soaring into the blue earthen sky. She tilted upward, treading the fine line between ascent and stall. It did not take her long to reach a suitable elevation above radar range.

The assassin leveled off, skimming the cloud bank and peering down onto this new world. Below her, the Gifford National Forest sprawled out below her in an emerald carpet of green. Darkfire wasn't sure that she had ever seen so much green before.

When the Decepticons take this world, I ought to save a piece of this land for meditation.

It had been some time since Darkfire had the time to meditate. Once the team infiltrated the base, maybe she could. The assassin tilted slightly, banking to the left soaring over Mt. St. Helens. The military camp quickly came into view after Darkfire cleared another cloud. It looked like a fairly small camp. Not exactly what one would call a fully established base, but that was to be expected.

The assassin spied what she thought was an airstrip nearby when another cloud cut off her visibility. A wave of irritation washed over Darkfire. Slaggin' white fluffy things. Darkfire soared onward the appropriate distance before banking to fly by the camp again. She kept an eye out for any activity, but didn't notice anything. At least, not yet. She opened a communication to the rest of her team.

>>No initial signs of any Autobot activity. Stay sharp.<<
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Baneblade » Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:43 pm

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Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Gifford National Forest

Vindicator watched as Psychout boarded Crueljaw, and then smirked to himself as he watched the sour-sparked decepticon drive off through the forest, all the while grumbling to himself about the lack of smooth road to drive on. Vindicator couldn't really help but feeling that he had an advantage over the rest on this green yet irregular terrain, as his tank treads would grip to it firmly, and yet churn it up with vehement force. There was the more subtle tones of Darkfire as she took to the air, changing to her F22 Combat Raptor mode as she took up into the blue sky, littered with white and grey looking fluff.

Vindicator took that as his cue to exit. The massive tank-former strode through the large national park, sticking to the thickest of the forest until he came close to the edge of the tree line. Stopping to crouch down, he placed a finger to his receptor, picking up the transmission from Darkfire, to which he responded, his voice tinged with a rare softness when he spoke to the femme.

>>"Confirmed... no sign of any native life forms yet. Will continue ground based recon...Vin out..."<< he added one last statement to Darkfire >>"...watch your aft up there 'Fiery..."<<

Vindicator scanned the surrounding area, looking for any signs of local habitations, or vehicles. His amber optics darting around, being wary before he decided to move on through the forest. It was far too green here! The sounds of different fauna filling his audio receptors as he strode on towards the rocky start of Mount Saint Helens. Back to where his headache began. Like that was going to be a fun trip again! Vindicator grouched to himself as he came to another clearing of the Forest and stopped.

Slag...that wasn't a good sign!

A patrol vehicle shot past. It was a small grey-olive drab vehicle carrying four humans in matching fatigues, churning dust and dirt up behind it as it shot along the dirt road towards its location. They seemed to be in a hurry. Had they been spotted? Vindicator looked around himself twice, his optics and audio receptors listening in for any radio chatter or any sound that might mean that they were being watched or followed. His internal computer didnt show up any signs of autobots - so another cybertronian recon party wasnt in the area. Good news then!

Vindicator turned his attention back to the running jeep, monitoring its speed, and trajectory. Psychout had asked for colours and insignia's to be scanned and duplicated so that the vehicles could fit into the surrounding military encampment. Vindicator called up the 3d holomap again - the blue and red meshwork illuminating him softly in the dark of the trees, careful that he wouldn't be seen, as he plotted the most likely trajectory of the military jeep. It did seem to be returning from somewhere, and a good audio feed of what was happening, or what the fleshbags were talking about would have been handy information to have. As it stood, they were just out of range of his receptors to actually pick up anything.

"..looks like I'll have to follow..." Vindicator breatherd to no one in particular.

He continued on foot through the trees, shadowing the jeep as it rounded a rocky outcrop, disturbing a few birds from their roosting berths as it kicked up small fragments of rock and stone. Vindicator decided that walking was becoming too boring a trek, and as a result he switched to his tank mode. The grinding of his treads against the ground was alien to those used to hearing what grinding tank treads should have sounded like. Yes they should have sounded like metal grinding and sliding against metal with rusty fillings inbetween, but instead it was like smooth plastic being pulled over sand. Just a subtle hissing noise as the cybertronian assumed the configuration of his sol-3 disguise. The one drawback was his black paint job with the gold and silver accents. It wasnt a conventional colour scheme for mixing in with human military, and he would be more than sure that he would be spotted instantly.

However he erred caution to the wind and shadowed, as best a tank could shadow, the jeep as it approached the military compund on the southern base of the mountain. He transformed back to robot mode and resumed his hiding in the thickest copse of trees nearest the military camp.

There was the sound of helicopters again over head, and Vindicator radioed Darkfire. More out of urgency and warning than concern.

>>"Darkfire...Vindicator...There are two more of these fleshbag vehicles in the air...Recommend that caution is advised. Avoid contact until further information about this installation is gathered...."<< Cutting the transmission quickly was a close call as what appeared to be a large transportation vehicle rumbled past towards the compound's barricade. The vehicle was packed with humans, all were dressed in the same garb as the four in the small vehicle that entered prior to this half-track's arrival. There was a symbol painted on the side of the vehicle which seemed to be an identification marking, and upon seeing this, Vindicator's optics took in the information, his internal computer cataloguing the marking, and the colour schema as he moved again through the thicket of trees towards a series of large boulders.

He crouched again, noting that one of the boulders was infact lined with cybertronian steel. The fragment was jutting out from the side of the rock.

Not big enough to be noticed, and not at a visual level for any of these meatsacks to actually notice, but still there all the same.

He gave the rock a tap. It echoed.

"...Slag.. this was part of the front facia of the base..." Vindicator paused as he tapped it again. This half of the rock was solid, no hollow response this time. "...still.. this isn't good...if the fleshbags discover this...frakking scrap!"

He contacted Psychout.

>>"Short-arse...we got a problem..."<< he heard the gruffled response >>"...seems that when the base fell apart, some of the front facia came away and fell with the other bits of rock and stone. Half of the rocks were hollowed out and replaced by cybertroian steel, and it looks like it could be anywhere around the base of the mountain....I hope none of it has been taken by these grease spots...."<<

He ended the transmission as he went skulking around the rock formation to another, thinner - and very much shorter - copse of trees. There was no hiding here in this clump! He had to do something and fast. He transformed into his vehicle mode and made for the gate of the compound, hopefully his hollo-matter avatar was convincing enough to get him through the gates and into some part of the human entrenchment, and ultimately, closer to the main goal.
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Foxfire13795 » Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:47 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
In the Skies

Darkfire was coming in for another sweep of the military encampment. The cloud bank was still fairly thick, and she caught herself cursing these white wet balls of fluff yet again. She didn't dare fly below the clouds. That would put her in radar range and worse, visual range. As she passed over the camp once again, she confirmed what she had once thought she saw on the last sweep. An airstrip.

The assassin was turning her attention to the next item Psychout had asked her to ascertain when she received Vindicator's communique. 'Fiery? I have a nickname now? Terrific. In all honesty, Darkfire was more amused than annoyed by this turn of events. His concern was wasted on her, however. She kept a stern watch on the skies while gathering intelligence. All it took was one mistake to kill. She could be patient. Tolerance might not be one of her virtues, but patience was. At least in this.

There were a number of jeeps in the camp. Some heavier artillery, such as tanks, were also there, but in fewer numbers. What Darkfire did take note of was further down the road. It appeared to be some sort of human transport vehicle. It ambled down the road slowly heading for the camp. It was at this moment that she noticed two more of the fleshlings contraptions in the sky. Darkfire immediately tilted upward and flew into a second layer of clouds above the first.

The whiteness consumed her vision, but the femme maintained her altitude and soon broke out of the cloud. It was only a few astroseconds before the next cloud would consume her when she received Vindicator's second transmission. She took it as confirmation that her actions had been correct for the situation. She sent him back a short acknowledgment.

>>I see them, Vindicator. Adjusting accordingly. Darkfire, out.<<

The assassin tilted her nose downward slightly so that she wouldn't get eaten up by another fluffy monstrosity. The helicopters were far below and Darkfire was traveling away from the base once more. She could afford to lower her elevation somewhat. She glided down until the road to the camp came back into sight. Another jeep was traveling on it.

From this altitude, the human vehicles were moving insects or appeared to be. It was a small wonder why most Seekers had such a pompous attitude. They looked down on the world constantly. Darkfire had no preference for land or sky. Both fields served a specific purpose. The femme sent a report to Psychout.

>>Psychout, Darkfire reporting. The human base is armed with some heavy artillery. I counted five tanks and several of that thing we saw earlier that were armed with guns, though most of them seem to be used for transportation. There might be more. A surplus of jeeps exist as well, mostly for transport I would assume. I saw an airstrip as well. Continuing aerial recon. Be aware of two airborne human contraptions.<<

The assassin was considering banking to come around for another sweep of the base when she spotted another transport vehicle on the road below. She was far enough from the helicopters to fly low enough for a good look. It appeared to be carrying some type of human machinery, and while Darkfire did not recognize its design, she realized its function: Excavation.

The assassin immediately contacted Psychout once more, unable to keep her irritation from her voice.

>>Slag. Psychout, we have a problem. The humans are transporting excavation equipment to the military encampment. Probably to clear away the debris from the incident, but they might stumble across something, or worse, they have already come across something. Advise.<<
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Wed Apr 18, 2012 10:42 am

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The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
by my Black Hand-- --The Dead shall rise!"
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Surfing the Cruel-Jaw rollercoaster

Psychout was getting bounced around the cab by the grumbling Crueljaw's suspension, which still beat walking, but as Jaws still had the triple-x grade he thought he's try and make himself comfortable so strapped himself in and poured himself a drink as the initial reports came in.

>>Copy that Darkfire and Vindicator.<<

He thought on the two reports and Crueljaws complaining. The base seemed a bit more active than he was expecting and the thought that refused to budge was that there had to be far more to this than just a military investigation outpost. Once Vindicator had found them a decent clearing or cave as a back up, and he had acquired the access codes, they could move onto the infiltration part of his scheme, but until then gaining access to the base was impossible under Phase 1.

>>Vin, mark the locations of any Cybertronian minerals and investigate Blackfires reports of evacuation machinery. Anything deemed fit for recovery will be collected once control of the base is moved over to us. Continue to search for other agencies involved here. If this were on Cybertron, you'd expect to see more than just army in the area, so see if you can locate and identify any media-based transmission vehicles or any blacked-out unmarked that could be from another branch of the meatsacks in charge. It's highly unlikely that we will only meet the military with this concentration of fleshlings, so continue with caution and remain in your altmode as much as possible, whilst scanning all possible frequencies for transmissions that are not ours.<<

>>Darkfire, continue reconnaissance as before. Evacuation machinery will take time to install and construct, remain vigilant but turn your attention to identify any [i]other potential entrances or exits into or out of the mountain as once we are inside I want to be sure there are no surprises arriving through the back door. After that you are free to land at any safe location you and Vindicator can find between you and update with any required military insignia. Crueljaw and myself are nearly at the civilian population centre, and after that its a short hack to get us all in. Stand-by.<<[/i]

He knocked on Crueljaws dashboard to get his attention "Did you hear that? These two clearly know their job's, Jaw's, we picked well. Highway is just up ahead, from there it should be a few minutes before we can get out of this organic hell and into a more, hopefully civilised, surrounding."
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Phaze » Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:06 am

Motto: ""All's Fair in Life and Death""
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Gifford National Forest

A deserted piece of the highway that runs through the Gifford national forest isn’t always the best place to break down. An old couple had don’t just that their ancient red pick-up was pulled over at the side of the highway. The lady was sat within the cab awaiting her husband to finish his ministrations to the rear wheel. Unwrapping the carefully prepared sandwich she’d made before they had left. “Pa come and get some food then go back to it your exhausted” the old man groaned as he stood up and held his back the wheel was on just need the jack putting down. He clambered into the cab as his wife handed him a sandwich “we picked a great place to break down so”

The sentiment was broken as the roar of a engine made the pair snap their heads to the direction of the forest a pair of headlights could be seen. Seconds later a huge black Humvee flew over the top of the stranded pick up the rear wheels clipping the roof knocking it off the jack. The dishevelled pair looked at the driver of the vehicle as it swung around a man in his late forties late forties with wiry grey hair looked back at them the window lowered and he yelled “Speed never killed anyone, suddenly becoming stationary, that's what gets you." Before the old couple could think of a reply it was gone roaring down the highway on the wrong side of the road.

The holographic avatar looked at Psychout and with Crueljaw’s voice said “So why do you think these small transport modules are getting all agitated” Bearing in mind he had no idea of earths road rules he barrelled down the wrong side at full speed. Before finally realising he had to be in the other lane which he managed to get to before the edge of Longview “Yo runt you might wanna switch to alternate mode before we get deeper into the town”
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:06 pm

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
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Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Crueljaws Cab, Gifford National Forest

Psych looked out the window as Crueljaw fearlessly hurled himself through the undergrowth towards the nearest town. Sol-3 was an ugly planet, all these greens and browns and other organic colours - what it needed was a good terraforming, shimmering metal as far as the eye could see would be such an improvement...

He was jerked out of his daydream as Crueljaws avatar abused a random pair of fleshlings at the side of the road and the vehicle lurched as they hit highway. "at least it will be a smoother ride now 'eh Jaws?" he said, shortly before he was thrown around further by his swerving from one lane to another "Oi! Steady on! I'll spill my drink!..."

He finished what there was left of his drink in his glass and not on the upholstery and studied the Avatar sitting next to him. These Meatbags are only a tiny bit smaller than I am, so I match those dimensions to my alt mass redistribution relays and... here we go... He focused and transformed. Size changing as part of a shape change wasn't simple and was very difficult to master. Mass displacement was both painful and power consuming and had Crueljaws Avatar been a Facsimile of flesh and blood it would have been horrifically scarred in the energy discharge he created as he quickly compressed his already tiny frame into a device barely larger than a human thumb. It was the first time he had ever had to shrink so far and it wasn't a pleasant experience and until he got used to it concentration was going to be tricky, but he had a connection to Crueljaw that at least meant he could see everything his bodyguard could, for now.

He used this immobile time to think over the mission so far and plan for any further eventualities. Both Vindicator and Darkfire had exceed expectations and were already able to move on to the second part of the plan, it was now down to he and Crueljaw to ensure their time was not wasted. He thought aobut what he was going to say in his report to Soundwave and Shockwave on their porgress, but there was plenty of time before it was due - and by then they would all be hidden inside the military base ready to enter the ruined command structure.

He allowed himself to be placed in Crueljaws Avatars holographic pocket and waited for his ride to arrive at the communications hub, hungry for his chance to finally taste what the fleshlings here called 'The Internet'. I am going to enjoy this!
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Phaze » Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:02 pm

Motto: ""All's Fair in Life and Death""
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Longview Skamania

Crueljaw’s holographic avatar shuddered as Psychout’s energy discharge temporarily overloaded the emitter. Like an extension of his body Crueljaw lifted the small form of Psychout and placed it in a pocket as his humvee form cut straight across an intersection causing mayhem cars slid to a halt as the belligerent con rumbled on towards something called an internet cafe. “I do believe this is our stop” muttered Crueljaw as he stopped opening his driver’s door allowing the avatar to clamber out.

The tall gangly avatar breezed into the cafe and sauntered up to the woman in charge “I need something to plug this into” the woman looked around not sure if the idiot in front of her was serious or not. “I’m not the most technical of people” Crueljaw admitted and the woman showed the avatar to a computer “you just insert it in here”

Crueljaw’s avatar raised an eyebrow at the innuendo that had popped into his head “Ok thank you very much I’ve got to speak to some people about extra POWER for my vehicle out there” the woman looked at the black Humvee that was ill parked on the sidewalk then back at the man as he started tapping away on the keys just before placing the usb stick that was Psychout into the pc’s slot “Ok Runt let’s hope that alt mode isn’t as stupid as it looks” Crueljaw whispered as he continued the illusion of typing to cover the covert operations of the diminutive Psychout.
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Mon Apr 23, 2012 5:06 pm

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
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We crave your hearts and your Demise
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Rocking the Information Superhighway.

Psychout’s mind nearly went into system-shock. Like a valve being opened on a giant pressurised container, the internet literally exploded into his mind.

He had been a cassette for what felt like millennia and whilst this was not the first time his martyrial refusal to alter his formatting had came in handy, this ‘next-gen’ version of the cassette altmode offered him gigantic storage capacity. This was the trade off of such a small size and stature - he was effectively just a walking brain, but it also allowed him to command the tide of information flowing towards him like a powerstation controls energy, or a conductor controls an orchestra. He effortlessly avoided the relentless tide of internet mediocrity, the mundane monotony of these pitiful fleshling lives, their feudal squabbles, obsession with famous people’s actions and - most frighteningly - their extreme, all encompassing and immeasurable fascination with 'powerlinking', or at least that what he hoped it was, it certainly involved a lot of weird noises and he would never look at Soundwave the same way again...
He moved on quickly in the hope of forgetting what he just seen and dived head first into the darker levels of information that actually made a difference upon this pathetic little rock.

Bypassing layer after layer of encryption like it was mere smoke, Psychout’s lust for information eagerly hunted out that of a uniform nature, data that was neat, organised and military. It was not hard to find, these meatsacks LOVED their warfare – it appeared they have been fighting a global land war for hundreds of their generations, and had become really good at killing each other, but their one key weakness was their reliance on this archaic technology. Eventually he ceased marvelling at humanities shortcomings and took a brief detour to pick up the data he actually needed - military encryption codes, access passwords and, the motherlode, individual base intra-net access routines. It took a millisecond or two for him to add in the extra personnel names, ensure that all ranks were correct and that all the existing staff would be rotated out to be replaced by the facsimiles over the next 72 hours and patted himself on the back.

He flashed up a message onto the screen where Crueljaws avatar was slapping the keyboard randomly in an effort to pretend to type >>First job done, we’ve been added to the personnel roster for the military encampment, Vindicator and Darkfire are cleared to enter as soon as they like, we’re due in roughly 2 hours. They are expecting a security upgrade to their unlinked network, so you need to hand me over and have me plugged in once we arrive and then we are good to go. Now I just need to find evidence of any facsimiles to call up, record the last year or so of media for study and then we can go, so about 35 nanoclicks should do it. How is the coffee?<<
He then flashed up one of the images he found of humans 'powerlinking'.
>>What in the pit do you think these meatsacks are trying to do here? These fleshlings create a pseudo-sentient global computer network that is millennia ahead of what their evolutionary chain should be capable of, with an infinite capacity for growth and effective globalisation in an estimated three decades and almost 95% of everything in here is images like that. UGH!
>>I cannot wait to destroy this planet and go home...<<


He took a metaphysical deep breath and dived back into the endless sea of information. There were so many nuggets of code catching his eye that could be connected to Cybertronain activity he struggled to find them all, but he dutifully recorded them for later dissection where he could and marked the rest. He did at one point stumble upon whole 'segregated' areas that had faint traces of outdated Cybertronian encryption codes, but there was nothing he could see that demonstrated a common knowledge of the Transformers being on earth and deeper investigation would have to wait. On the surface at least, Stage One was intact. Primary job done, he turned his mind to his secondary task, the Facsimile’s. Assuming they were all programmed correctly, they would involuntarily check in at regular intervals as a tracing device so all he needed to do was look for the coded imprint to their messages and... here it was, a handful of them at least, along with an ID signature from Darkride, who’s name he had spotted before. Again me made a mental note to contact the Facsimiles original programmer and investigated what little remained of the Sol-3 infiltration program, as with the interruption of the base’s destruction some would have been destroyed or gone off radar. Either way, he had the important ones listed now and he selected a handful, ordered them to report in immediately and decided to move on.

As he reluctantly made his way out of the network and back towards that hideous, damp, ball of organic waste they were stationed on he pondered on his new discoveries. Fleshling encryption methods were so ancient it was laughable, but their tech level was way beyond what they were supposed to be capable of, all beginning around a century ago. He needed to check to be exact, but when was the forts contact between us and these humans? He didn't continue to ponder this question, soon the Decepticons would enter Phase Six of the Infiltration Protocols and there would be nothing living left to evolve any further. And, considering the sheer volume data on Justin Bieber there was in here, Psychout couldn’t bring on Stage Six fast enough...


He sent out a quick message to his team. >>The codes are uploaded and we are clear to enter the base. Vindicator, head to the rendezvous point, Jaws and I will meet you there shortly, I am transmitting the final details for your avatar now. Darkfire, you are now clear to break cloud cover. Execute a final sweep for Cybertronian lifesigns and proceed to land on runway 2-niner once the rest of us are inside the base. I also have a bonus for you all, I have located at least one facsimile each that matches your psychological profile and have sent out the activation codes for you, they should be arriving over the next few days. 'Fires? I think you are going to like yours...<<

And then he hit the eject button.
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Foxfire13795 » Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:16 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
In the Skies

The assassin had continued her patrol diligently, if somewhat bored. There had been no other interesting activity, but the assassin took in each new detail as her optics perceived them. She had been searching the area for another place to land but had found nothing, and Vindicator hadn't exactly been helpful. When Psychout's latest communique had arrived, the assassin did as ordered, putting new vigilance into her scans for Autobot activity. When nothing turned up yet again, she sent Psychout a short reply.

>>After flying in circles for a few hours, I have confirmed. Yes, we are still alone. Landing now. See you on the ground.<<

Darkfire dove beneath the cloud bank and began to set up her descent. She ran through the landing several times in her mind. It was a check she did simply to ensure a safe landing. Her seemingly effortless grace took some thought and planning, but such things were second nature to the assassin after countless vorns of training. All she needed to do was wait until the others were inside of the base. Darkfire sent a transmission to Vindicator in a faintly irritated, faintly amused tone.

>>Vin, I hope your aft didn't rust down there. Get a move on! I want to land. White fluffiness is only so much fun.<<
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Phaze » Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:54 am

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Weapon: Nuclear Charged Fusion Cannon
Longview Skamania
Crueljaw’s Avatar deftly caught Psychout as he ejected from the computer he looked at the startled woman sat next to him. “What yours can’t do that” the avatar turned and stomped out of the web cafe and clambered into his true form once within the Humvee the avatar placed the usb stick on the passenger seat as he pulled out into traffic forcing several cars to skid and swerve out of the way of the hummer.

“I really don’t want to be them when they get their bill in you get everything you need runt?" Crueljaw wasn’t really bothered about the success or failure of Psychout’s mission he was just hating the organic life that was around him. “Do you think they’d mind if I ran a few over” the jet black humvee rumbled out of Longview heading for the military base that was around the old con base.

As he drove Crueljaw opened a comm link to vindicator >>Hey Vin you seeker aft shiner gimme a location for the most suitable route into this military base me and the runt are on route but all these black things the organics drive on lookalike<< he clicked as he awaited the reply he started to increase his speed.

The car in front was a Toyota the man inside was happy he had a hybrid he was saving the planet until he looked in the rear view mirror and found a Black humvee bearing down on him. His instincts screamed at him to get away as he floored the gas pedal but much to his surprise the hummer easily caught up and was looming large in his mirror. So caught up in looking at the hummer in the rear view he didn’t notice the signs that told him about road works. All he was fixated on was the hummer which was dropping back the man’s sweat soaked face looked back to the road his eyes widened he screamed as his Toyota flew off a mound of earth like a makeshift ramp and ended up within a construction hole.

Crueljaw drove past the accident as the small organic creatures rushed to the aid of the driver a sadistic chuckle emanated from his vocal processors as he drove off the humans took note of the number plate “8 Pr1us” though once out of range of the humans it changed back to his standard plates of “Crul 1”
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Baneblade » Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:01 pm

Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Gifford National Park - Pointman...Point Marker...Point and Click


Vindicator stopped in his tracks as he listened to the incoming transmissions from Darkfire, Crueljaw and Psychout. A lot of it made sense, and the large tank turned on the spot and headed back towards the first false rock that he had found. There was only so many things that a large tank could pull off, and certainly blagging, if not being clever enough to lie your way past the front gate. Yes the humans were a primitive life force, but if they thought something was wrong, then they would turn their full weight of what firepower they had on him. Nothing really was wrong with that considering that there was, in measurment terms, a good dozen inches of surface armour plating on Vindicator that would deflect most of the human ordinance. Until they brought out the big guns that is. Yeah if they had big tanks, then it was time to feel screwed...in a big way.

The 3D Holo-Map popped up on his hud as he re-plotted his route back to the false rocks, the cybertonium signal flashing brightly on the wireframe map, the red dot glowing feircely as he returned to the rocks. The tank-former jarred himself to a halt, the shale kicked up along with a plume of dust wasn't enough to attract any unwanted attention, but it was still a nuisance and it clogged a few of his sensors and got into one of his intakes. Vindicator's engine sputtered, making the tank seem like it coughed to clear its throat of the alien substance.

Vindicator's turret swayed left and right, his scanners and atmospheric readers looking for any native lifeforms, or any unwanded presence before he changed back to his own self, and, satified that there was none of the native fleshlings around, Vindicator assumed his robot mode and approached the pile of rock from before, one of his massive hands picked up a part of the rock and crushed it deftly, the rock powdering as his vice-like grip pummelled it to nothing as he picked up another fragement. This time, however, the rock's outer shell powdered to the touch, revealing the gleaming cybertronian metal before deftly crushing it in his hand, the metal bending to match his grip. Vindicator gave a sigh as ne called up the holo-map again, the plotted area lighting up with his location, and the cybertronian metal.

"Time to see where the rest of this trail leads..." Vindicator scanned the material and saved it into his internal database, uploading its unique chemical makeup. His internal systems uploading the data to his scanners.

His hud changed colour to a bright blue, a 3D map showing his location, and the nearby locations of more Cybertronian Metal.

It wasn't too far away, most of it in a staggerd line leading towards the mountain. Towards the collapsed facia of Mount Saint Helens.

Vindicator catagorised the locations of the metal as he made his way up the side of the mountain, changing to vehicle mode as he took to the steeper slopes. It was safer than taking to the skies, as he would arouse too much suspicion from the surrounding humans, for it was easier to explain away a low-flying fighter jet, or helecopter. But a 35 foot tall flying robot was something that no explanation could rationalise. Well there was that and the fact that the base of the mountain was crawling with humans in their warlike vehicles, effectively bristling with firepower to take down, or stall the large mechanoid. Certainly, though, the shallow slope, and the cover of stewn boulders and rock had helped the decepticon climb to a plateux that held an interesting vantage point over the mountian's surrounding area.

Vindicator transformed again and crouched behind a large collection of boulder's and looked out over the military encampment, a smile flowing over his faceplate as his optics zoomed in, taking into most of the goings on below him.

"This is most satisfying..." he turned his head back to look at the plateux, his internal systems calculating the distance "...hmm not enough to land on, however, that nearby airstrip will have to do... for now..." Vindicator paused and keyed up his comm system and spoke to Darkfire.

>>"Hey up there o'silver winged angel of mine..."<< The gravelly baritone vocals said >>"...I'm afraid the only nearby place to set your silvery wheels, is the air strip with the rudimentary hangar, and then wait until nightfall on this plnet before you can 'stretch your legs' as these meatsacks say..."<< he let a moment pass before finally adding >>"...watch your aft 'Fiery"<<

Vindicator ended the transmission before turning and rising to his feet, striding over to a large expanse carved into the side of the mountain. It wasn't artificial, certainly not made by the indigenous life forms, and absolutely not made by cybertronian hands. The nework of carvings, and cuts in the rock were deffinately all natural, as if the planet carved it out by itself. Vindicator, switched on his shouler lamps as he looked at ever nook and cranny inside the cavernous expanse. Deffinately large enough to acommodate a thirty-five foot, armed-to-the-teeth, Decepticon Siege Master, and certainly wide enough to allow all of them to comfortably mill around without smacking into each other. Another smile formed on his face as he contacted Psychout and Crueljaw on the dual fequency.

>>"Hey short-arse, Jaws...I found our bolt-hole that we need, and in good location too..."<< He paused as he stood at the entrance to the cave and looked out at the surrounding area >>"...I've got a few things that you might find interesting Psycho, and Jaws...I'm uploading you the co-ordinates for the road to get here...Just watch for the sour looking grey-green vehicles filled with humans, those little bastards are all over the place like scraplets to an autobot!"<<

He sighed and rubbed his chin.

>>"...See ya in thirty..."<<
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Thu Apr 26, 2012 6:22 am

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
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Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Crueljaws Cab

Once they were clear of the built up areas Psychout reverted back to his robot mode and size and began to evaluate of the data he had acquired. There was likely to be much more detail at the base itself but he currently had more than enough to go on.

He opened a general comms channel and brought everyone up to speed.
>>Listen up guys, I'm going to fill you in on the Facsimile details, and assign a couple each to monitor and relay orders through. Some will be here shortly after us but others will take a bit longer to arrive. They are being brought here to take control of this base and enable us to work more openly however caution is to be advised still as there isn't close to enough to replace the entire contingent stationed here.<<

He pulled the files up on a holographic monitor projection from the dashboard and sorted thorough them, he only needed the military base ones for now and wanted to match the facsimile's style with his teams personalities, but that was easy enough.

>>'Jaws, You have General Chase Meridian and his minion O'Connell. Miserable bastard from all accounts and is currently en-route via DCHQ to facilitate the stand-down of the bases high-priority status, so should be escorted here in a few hours. He is to assume control of the base and relieve the current commander who is being redeployed with his logistics unit to some sandpit outpost that we don't care about. Yet. Darkfire, I have a hand picked one for you... Former special-ops agent Kowalski, black ops trained, now a contract 'cleaner'. Not officially on the military books, but our new 'contract' should have been delivered by now. Currently finishing a senator job in Vancouver and will need to clear his affairs there but he'll be here in 24 hours. Be casreful with him, this one is very valuable. Headcase, Yours will already be in situ, a Commander known as 'Benchpress'. He's the current control coordinator and liaison with the upper echelons, so he doesn't need to change much other than to ensure that we are kept separate from the rank and file and he is responsible for making sure we are not seen. If he fails on that we feed him to Crueljaw...<<

He flicked through the rest of the the list, mostly media and political types, but there was one especially that caught his eye...

>>All others are on a need-to-know basis and I will inform you of them once they arrive. You have your orders, we meet at the base shortly, wait until dark and then its time to dig us up some rocks from home...<<

He checked the map briefly, they were there now and he could see Mount St. Helens looming in the near distance. He could see why it was chosen for a base, It was truly vast. This planet may be a putrid ball of rank organic matter, but it did have some interesting features in places, as well as it's limitless energy potential.

>>One last thing to note, there is a high presence of a organisation called Academi in the area, we are to stay off of their radar until more can be established about their intentions and affiliations. Until told otherwise they are to be considered the enemy and we are still under Phase 1 protocols. Vindicator, we are now on your position for the rendezvous. Your new toy is expecting us, and will clear us through the initial gates. Its up to you and Jaws to get us in without incident, understood? <<

Psychout guided Crueljaw over Vindicators position and checking they were all clear of fleshling interlopers, he jumped out of the cab and radioed Darkfire for a final time. >>Darkfire? We are in position, you may land when ready.<<
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Foxfire13795 » Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:22 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Gifford National Park – Up There…Somewhere…

Monitoring the chatter on the frequencies while setting up her approach to the airstrip, Darkfire sighed internally at the fact that she would have to land on the airstrip she had seen earlier. It was some distance away from her team, at least on foot. It would be an interesting venture to journey to their outpost. The assassin ignored Vindicator’s new term for her and focused on her altitude. She would have to circle around the airstrip if Psychout did not give her the all clear to land in time.

Fortunately, permission came along with some interesting information about the facsimile being assigned to her as well as a group named Academi. An assassin always changed the way a game was played. Whether by killing a key player or planting incriminating evidence, they always changed the rules of the game. It would indeed be interesting to work with another assassin even if it was a facsimile.

Darkfire set up the angle of approach and descended, opening up a comm to relay acknowledgement to the others.

>>Acknowledged. Proceeding to land. You three stay frosty. I don’t want to be the one to clean up your mutilated remnants if you get blown to bits.<<

With that, Darkfire cut off the communiqué, and set her attention on the runway before her. Her wheels folded out from her underside as she flew ever closer to the small airstrip. She touched down and rumbled across the airstrip, decelerating and finally rolling across the runway and toward the hanger itself.

The doors were open, but no humans were in visible range. Darkfire rolled into the hangar and slowed to a stop beside an old biplane. Rudimentary didn’t even begin to describe this hangar. It was slaggin’ prehistoric. The assassin knew this planet’s technology wasn’t that advanced, but she had expected better than this. Perhaps she had overestimated these fleshlings? Perhaps, perhaps not. Overestimation was more easily forgiven than underestimation in any case.

You can’t be taken by surprise that way.

Darkfire settled in among the rest of the planes. She stood out of course, but since no one was around, it wouldn’t cause much trouble. The assassin was content to rest here until dark. She considered meditating in the meantime. It wouldn’t be a bad idea, now that she had some time to burn.

The assassin emptied her mind of all conscious thought and attuned herself to her surroundings. She first became aware of the objects most immediate to her. The planes, the tools, the parts scattered about the hangar. Their composition was logged as well as size and structure. Her awareness slowly extended out to the full range of her perception, noting small organic life forms all around her—birds, rodents, and others. She calculated air pressure and altitude as well as a number of other things without concentrating on a singular process. The assassin was completely aware.

Any cybertronian could be trained to do this, though most of them didn’t seem to bother or thought that meditation was focusing on nothing when focusing defeated the whole purpose of meditation. Meditation allowed Darkfire to fight more efficiently and managed to calm her as well. Clearing her mind at any instant would allow her to react instinctively to a dangerous situation. It had helped her in the past. She would be able to know if anyone approached the hangar, but focusing on them would provide a point for concentration. A wandering thought did pop into Darkfire’s mind once, however—it was inevitable; no one could be absolutely perfect at meditation. She briefly wondered about the status of Vindicator, Psychout, and Crueljaw before crushing the thought away and returning to her meditation.
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Psychout » Wed May 02, 2012 4:51 pm

Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
by my Black Hand-- --The Dead shall rise!"
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
(OOC: Posting includes actions for Phaze and Baneblade, by arrangement, as they are both lame indisposed)

A cave in Gifford National Park

Psychout took a metaphorical deep breath and considered the descent from the caves up in the National Park. This would be his first direct encounter with these meatsacks, and he had learned all about their narcissism and tribal tendencies from his brief but intense exposure to the world wide web a few hours ago. He marked the position of the caves Vindicator had found on his map, dismissed any possible ideas of failure and turned his mind back to the job in hand.

"You know what we have to do. Vindicator, you are the escort and I need your eyes on the security. Benchpress should be the fleshbag on the gate so once we are in, take control of him and get us cleared and positioned for easy access to the base itself." He waited a few seconds for the grumble of acknowledgement to arrive and Vindicator returned to his Tank altmode and revved his engines impatiently, hiding inside a tiny cavern wasn't the siege specialists idea of fun.

Psych climbed back into Crueljaws cab, moved over to the passenger seat and transformed again. That's twice in as many hours he thought, don't see that every day but this time he assumed a slightly larger altmode, one more in scale with a portable hard drive, tensing at the energy expenditure his size alteration circuits costed him. Were it not for his small robot mode size, he would already be dangerously low, but he knew he could last until they were ready to enter the old factions outpost at least. "It's now or never 'Jaws, lets go and see just how secure these humans are..."

Darkfires transmission came through and it sounded as though she would already be in situ when they arrived >>Received Darkfire, land and we will meet you for transfer into the old base.<< was his simple response. For a new addition to the team, she knew how to keep herself tidy, a valuable asset in this kind of mission. He just hoped the likes of Vindicator and Crueljaw weren't too bored as these two were clearly bred for combat, although he doubted it would stay this quiet for long.

The journey to the base was short and uneventful apart from Darkfire's descent and landing ahead of them, graceful as always. There were a few near misses on route whilst Crueljaw reacquainted himself with the concept of only driving on one side on the road and the various horns and expletives that only a Hummer/Tank convoy would bring in a area such as this, but in a few short moments they were at the gate where Psychout took over the vocalising of Crueljaws shaggy-haired Avatar, complete with his uniform showing a single star of rank. I hope that's not too much the cassette thought to himself, lets just hope the military here think this place is as important as I hope they do...

The gate guard looked taken a back, word of their arrival clearly hadn't filter down to the rank and file yet, but their arrival prompted a senior officer to stand down the trooper and deal with this himself. Through his ranged receptors, he could see the name of the front of the commanders uniform was "Benchpress" - looked like they had hit the jackpot. He allowed the Avatar to lean forwards to speak but, instead of mere words, Psychout transmitted a short burst of machine code which to any passers-by would have sounded like a garbled screeching, or the interference between radio stations, but it in fact transmitted an override code and took control of the facsimile who instantly stiffened up as if standing to attention whilst he processed his new orders. The Avatars usual voice took over quickly before any of his subordinates could query what was going on. "At ease soldier, routine upgrade to your installation's internal network. We have an uplink package that required immediate attention, so have your CO and Comms officer in the briefing room at 1900 hours" it said, and waved a hologramatic replication of ranked military ID for the benefit of the other soldiers listening in on the gate. The Facsimile retained its blank stare and waved them in with his weapon, "Right this way, Sir. We have an area being prepped for your arrival as we speak, Sir. Your aerial escort arrived a few moments ago and has taxied to Hangar 4, Sir. ...You are cleared to enter." Benchpress' responses were monotone and flat, but Psychout was impressed with the level of control on these fleshling servants, clearly Darkride had done a good job when programming these things.

Releasing the facsimile from its machine code loop before Crueljaw pulled away, Psychout chuckled silently to himself. If only all all these fleshlings were that easy to control... and he watched from the inside as his bodyguard pulled into a secluded but secure area overlooking a group of hangars whilst Vindicator positioned himself tactically where he would see all surrounding access points.

"Well, we're in guys. New we just need to get me hooked up and for it to get dark so we can get inside the old base there. Big Vin? scan us up an entrance, you're our guide from now on..."
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Insidious » Thu May 03, 2012 8:56 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Gifford National Forest

After the others had begun the process of integrating themselves in to the area, Shockwave dispatched an additional operative from stasis to join those already in the area of the former Decepticon headquarters. Landgrab was a mechanoid of few words, if any at all, and that had not served him well in doing anything of political consequence within the Decepticon ranks, but it suited Shockwave's purposes. He did not need a mech of substantial charisma or power in this instance. He just needed a tool. And in that regard, Landgrab excelled.

He began looking for a suitable structure to connect with as soon as his feet touched the surface of this organic planet and began broadcasting a relay signal so that the other Decepticons in the area would know that he was present.

His function in most any circumstances had always just been as little more than a stationary support structure to anything that the Decepticons had already established in the area. He had scanned the structures that the native organics were using on this planet, particularly in this area, and had prepared an accommodating alternate mode configuration. Now it was just a matter of getting to where it would be of use.

Transforming, the nondescript platform rolled along in the darkness until Landgrab could find what he was looking for.
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In the Skies

A pair of military surplus helicopters had entered the airspace around Skamania County with little fanfare. The pilots aboard both transmitted the various clearance codes that Epsilon Holdings had been granted to conduct some private contracting work in this area via the federal government. It was looking like it would shape up to be a hefty contract, possibly so big that it would put Epsilon in the black early this year. That warranted a visit from some of the big timers.

Abraham Dante looked out of the window, as some of the other members of his executive team did the same. Vehicles that were clearly military and others that were decidedly not so were all over the area.

"Washington sure don't know the meanin' of subtle, do they?" Dante said with a half-smile, looking over at the others. "We got teams workin' the media, yeah?"

"Deployed in to the populace about a half hour ago, Mr. Dante."

"Good deal," Dante said, before tapping the left ear of his headset. "We all clear to land? I'd hate to think I flew outta Dallas just to hafta go right back."

"Clearances received, sir."

"Well alright. Let's take these birds down and see how much money we're gonna make this year, eh?"

"Yessir."
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Re: Phase Shift

Postby Foxfire13795 » Thu May 03, 2012 3:25 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Gifford National Park – The Hangar, Just Hanging Out

The approach of two fleshlings was immediately focused on when they entered the assassin’s range of awareness. They were still outside and a good deal off. Not in visual range yet, but definitely within audio range. Darkfire, knowing she still had a few seconds before she would have to display her holomatter avatar, garnered as much information about the pair as she could.

Their footsteps were fairly light—to a Cybertronian, any human footstep would be light—but rapid and loud. The assassin judged from the intervals that they were jogging toward her location. There was a variety of other noises that the humans made, but without proper experience, Darkfire couldn’t tell anything from it. She had never actually dealt with humans before. She would have to get the facsimile assigned to her do some exercises so that she could get an idea of the height, weight, and physical fitness from sound alone. It might also help if she could get Psychout to give her a few files on human composition and structure as well as functions of their various parts.

The assassin checked on the resonance of the human footsteps and judged that she had a few astroseconds left before they entered the hangar. It took one astrosecond for her to formulate a suitable alibi and several other back-ups in case the original was not accepted. It took another astrosecond for Darkfire to throw up a holomatter avatar. In the next astrosecond, the two humans jogged into the hangar.

The assassin’s holomatter avatar appeared to be in her late twenties. She had an obvious air of authority about her. She was wearing a flight suit and had the helmet tucked under one arm as she checked over the side of “her jet”. An ensign of an eagle was present on her shoulder, denoting her rank. The two soldiers came to attention in beside the avatar, waiting to be acknowledged.

As the avatar turned to them, they could see her cold almost golden-green eyes assessed them. She tossed a lock of midnight black hair over her shoulder and nodded to them. “At ease, soldiers." The two humans took up a more relaxed stance, though they were still rather tense. One of them spoke up, “Colonel, what is the purpose of your visit?"

“I am part of a specialist unit investigating the cause of the volcano’s collapse," the avatar said curtly. Colonel Phyre sent both men a stern stare after a long pause, wondering why they hadn’t left yet. It took her a moment to delineate the reason. She was not often in a position of leadership, preferring to work alone.

“You are dismissed. Both of you."

The humans nodded before trotting off and away to report this to some superior of theirs. If she could have scowled in alternate form, Darkfire would have been doing it. She had hoped to remain undisturbed. Her avatar flickered out of existence after the two humans were gone. Suddenly, a Decepticon signal immediately caught her attention.

Another member for our team? Curious.

The assassin would leave the task of briefing their new teammate to Psychout partly because he was the designated team leader, but mostly because she preferred to keep her presence as discreet as possible. With the two fleshlings out of the way for now, she opened up a private comms link with Psychout.

>>Psychout, you’ve accessed this thing called the internet, correct? I need files on human composition, structure, organ functions, and anything else you can find.<<
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