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Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 5:09 pm
by Ember
Corridor

With Mindwipe’s message given, Rippershapper let out another annoyed growl and then turned to face the hypnotist. The white and blue mech was about to address their guest when he heard the unmistakable voice that was Hun-Grrr. An evil smile made its way to Rippersnapper’s face as he stepped aside and let Sinnertwin take hold of Mindwipe by the arms.

Keeping in step with the sentry, and close to Mindwipe, Rippersnapper leaned down and whispered to the hypnotist.

“You know this doesn’t bode well for you. The commander was in recharge before you came…and he hates to come out of it to just talk.”

Rippersnapper let out a chuckle as he moved on ahead of Sinnertwin in order to enter the security code to their den.

The terrorist motioned for the others to move ahead when the door slid open. Once they were past, Rippersnapper followed.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:25 pm
by Mazinman
Corridor

Cutthroat grumbled at the words of Hun-Grr. He so wanted to undertake in carnage but now that had been taken from him. Out of all the Terrorcons he was the once who had most dared to attack their commander in such circumstances and always took a severe beating from it. His current oil lust, however, had not risen to the point to drive him to such unwise behavior. Still, it did not mean he was about to let this Decepticon get out of this without a scratch.

As Sinnertwin dragged Mindwipe past him. Cutthroat out his right wing in front of Mindwipe and scratched his face with his wing claws.

"Ooops. I guess I am just clumsy." He said with a sinister laugh and transformed back to robot mode, following the others inside.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:42 am
by Gatkowski
Terrorcon Den

Blot sat amidst a pile of ravaged mechly remains, limbs, pumps, digits all scattered in a pool of half-dried fluid and lubricant near his leader’s own clump of pillaged loot and regurgitated filth. He gnawed and chewed on the bits Hun-Grrr had thrown out for him like a master who occasionally rewarded his loyal minions with leftover morsels from a feast.

Titanium bones snapped between Blot’s razor teeth with a screech as he chomped them to fragments. Gobs of torn myomer muscle dropped to the floor with a wet splat. A low growl emanated from Blot’s vocalizer unit as Mindwipe was dragged inside the den by the other Terrorcons.

Even with his slow wit Blot was aware some commotion had broken out at the entrance to the fouled lair but since Hun-Grrr had no specific instructions about it for him, he didn’t bother with it any further. Not that he had to. His horrendous brothers-in-arms wasted no time in welcoming the luckless intruder and striking enough fear into him to tell vile horror stories of the encounter in energon pubs for vorns.

Blot kept biting at his spoils but that didn’t mean he was not alert, should Hun-Grrr require anything of him. Or the miserable mech held in Sinnertwin’s jaws decide to play bold and try some dirty gimmick.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 3:34 pm
by Insidious
Terrorcon Den

Mindwipe had come to a distinct realization. He was not ever...ever...coming down to deal directly with the Terrorcons again. He knew better. Knew! Sweet slagged Primus of the second Pit. He had thought they might be more content this time around. What in the five galaxies had ever convinced him to come to such a foolhardy conclusion? He wasn't entirely sure, but he knew that he wasn't going to make that mistake ever again.

Rippersnapper's words rung perfectly clear in his mind. No. This did not bode well for him at all. Every astrosecond that passed as Mindwipe was dragged forward, taunted, scarred and otherwise deposited before the feet of Hungrr like so much junk was a double-bladed sword of a gift. It meant he was alive, but only to be tortured further.

Collapsing on his knees, Mindwipe looked up at the fearsome Hungrr, situated atop a significant hoard of Primus-only-knew-what, fuel and fluids trickling slightly from the gash that he had been given by Cutthroat, Mindwipe could barely form words as he now found himself in the presence of the Terrorcon Commander--the whole reason he had been sent down here to begin with. He knew that he had to spit something out, otherwise they would be doing that very thing to him before the end of the orn--only in their case it would be in the most literal sense imaginable.

"Dangerous world below!" Mindwipe blurted out, the first reasonable thing to shoot in to his mind besides crying out for help...an act which would only incite the rage and predatory insanity of the other Terrorcons anyway. Mindwipe fumbled around inside his abdominal storage cavity and produced a few energon chits, spilling them out on the floor in front of him. "I believe we may have found a treasure unlike anything the empire has come across in many a vorn. Scorponok has commanded that I go...but...if I go alone, I know I won't survive. And then, whatever treasure remains there will be lost to us."

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 6:54 am
by Cryhavok
The Terrorcon Den

Hun-Grrr's two dragon-like heads rose slowly from his cozy resting place, curious of what gifts Mindwipe had come with. The real reason behind Mindwipe's appearance into the Den was clear enough from what Hun-Grrr had overheard from Mindwipe's encounter with his Terrorcons. Had the command come directly from High Commander Scorponok himself, Hun-Grrr would have left his Den out of respect for his commanding officer without testing his patience. But grunts like Mindwipe were entirely different case. They could be terrorized and toyed with to feed the Terrorcon Commander's endless greed. He did not need exercise his lust for destruction on the other Decepticons - they gave usually gave him enough enemies to tear apart anyhow. Of course, he did not forget to remind the others of his fearsome nature occasionally but in the same time Hun-Grrr was careful not to draw the ire of Megatron or Scorponok through culling too many of their own warriors. All in all, he had found himself in pretty comfortable position in the ranks of Decepticons. Feared by the lesser Decepticons and respected by his few superiors.

And Mindwipe? After blurting out his first words to Hun-Grrr in a manner that made the Terrorcon snicker - surely enough the little lab rat of Scorponok's had been smart enough to come with a bribe. It wasn't much but Hun-Grrr really couldn't expect much more in the current state of the Empire. Nevertheless, both of his heads dashed towards the energon chits even before they fell on the ground. While energon was power and Hun-Grrr needed considerable amounts of it to function on full efficiency - this, was all greed. A by product of those long vorns ages ago when his survival had depended on being on the top of the food chain and hoarding to survive long periods of time without access to energon due to actions the Senate towards the Border Regions during Nominus Prime's reign.

Having finished his latest snack, Hun-Grrr transformed into his towering robot form, not much less terrifying than his beast mode.

"A treasure unlike anything the Empire has come across in many vorns?" The former ruler of the pit-fighting arenas before Megatron's and Grimlock's stellar rises to the top of the heap asked from Mindwipe. This time, his voice clear and without the distortion from an odd speech deficit he had in his beast mode. Of course, not having his mouths full of food helped tremendously as well.

"Enough with the games friends." Hun-Grrr spoke to his Terrorcons and placed his bulky arm on Mindwipe's shoulders. His taloned digits and the wicked smile on his face being a constant reminder of the threat his proximity to Mindwipe came with. "We have a treasure to uncover and apparently enough of carnage in front of us for even Cutthroat to feel satisfied for a short while. Do lead the way Mindwipe. We wouldn't want to waste any time, now would we?"

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:57 pm
by Mazinman
The Terrorcon Den

Cutthroat grinned at the promise of slaughter.

"You know I am hard to satisfy Hun-Grrr. Although, if the promise is not kept I am sure I can still get my share of slaughter one way or another.

He looked towards Mindwipe and chuckled disturbingly.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:24 pm
by Ember
Terrorcon Den

Moving into their den after Mindwipe and the others, Rippersnapper made his way around to stand by Hun-Grrr. However, not so close that he might irritate him, but enough to catch a glimpse of Mindwipe before Hun-Grrr tore him apart. The thought brought a wide, toothy grin to the terrorists’ face. It faded, however, when his commander placed his arm around the sniveling intruder. He had so hoped to be part of his dismemberment, but alas it did not seem to be meant to be.

Not this time, anyway.

Rippersnapper fell in behind Mindwipe and Hun-Grrr as they made for the door. Perhaps when their mission was over with they could rend the hypnotist. Another toothy grin at the assumption and Rippersnapper was more than happy to get to it.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:42 pm
by Insidious
The Den

Mindwipe had to choke back some of the acidic, oily bile that was building up in his vocalizer region. Being so close to potentially imminent dismemberment and death did not suit itself to one's internal lubrication systems.

Cutthroat's comment would have normally elicited an icy stare--and perhaps something more potent to go along with it--from the Decepticon hypnotist. But he was so severely outmatched in these environs that even one out of place action or phrase could well cost him his spark.

The meager offering that he had laid before Hungrr seemed to do the trick and at least bought him a few moments more as the Terrorcon commander considered his words and after a stressfully long consideration period, seemed content not to kill the messenger.

"Of course, mighty Hungrrr. With all haste," Mindwipe said, already having allocated the shuttle that would be employed when he had made the initial discovery along with Scorponok. Sensing that Rippersnapper was already fast on their heels and would likely be followed closely by the rest, Mindwipe went about making the other contact that he knew would be critical to this operation. The Terrorcons would be fine--ideal, even--for defense. But in order to appreciate the true gravity of what they had found, they would need the perspective of another. Capable though Mindwipe was in this arena, even he respected the skills of this Decepticon.

>>"Cipher--Mindwipe. I'm transmitting access to the preliminary data regarding a Cybertronian edifice we've discovered on the planet LV-117, provided Commander Scorponok has not already given it to you himself. He requests both of our direct assessments of the site and its value. I'm especially intrigued. I think you will be as well, given your particular talents. I've requisitioned a shuttle. Shall we rendezvous in the bay?"<<

As Mindwipe traveled down the corridor towards the primary shuttle bay, he thought about moving his pace just out of Hungrrr's reach. Feeling his talons so close to his own metallic skin did not fill him with any additional notions of security. He quickly thought better of it. Hungrr, for the moment was satisfied with what Mindwipe had offered. The others? Probably not so much.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 12:25 am
by Ember
Lower Level – Laboratory

Had one taken the time to actually look at the mess around the lab they would actually find that it was organized chaos, but none of the Decepticons had the patience to even think long enough to figure that out. At least that’s what the occupant felt.

Strewn over several desks, counters and boards were countless documents. All of which were written in some kind of language. The kind of language that only he could decode. At least that’s what he was told he would be doing. He hadn’t counted on being aboard Scorponok’s own flagship. That alone made the lanky mech more determined to get his work done as soon as possible.

It did not take him long to decode the first documents, and it would not take him much longer to finish the rest. Once he finished he could actually take some time and get a full recharge, something he had not done in quite some time.

“Heh. You were not so deceptive after all, now were you? No, I found out exactly what you were trying to hide from me. Nothing gets past me.”

Cipher’s mumbling grew silent as he received a communique from the resident hypnotist. What could Mindwipe possibly want? The thought faded as he listened intently to what was said.

With a glint in his optics and a smile on his face, Cipher stood from his stool he and quickly, and enthusiastically, responded to the message.

>>”Cybertronian edifice you say? I am intrigued. Quit intrigued, indeed. Yes, yes. I’ll meet you in the bay. In fact I’m leaving my lab now.”<<

Cipher grabbed a handful of documents and datapads he deemed would be useful and swiftly made his way out of his lab. He stopped, however, and turned back around. The slim mech moved back to the door and accessed the keypad next to it. Carefully the scientist entered the highly encrypted security code and waited until he heard the door audibly lock. He had spent far too long acquiring the scripts from the Hall of Records on Cybertron, he’d be damned if he’d let anything happen to them now.

Satisfied that his most prized possessions were safe, Cipher hurried toward the shuttle bay to meet Mindwipe.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 9:20 am
by Longshot
Shuttle Bay

It seemed the bait Mindwipe had dangled before the olfactory modules of the Terrorcon leader had been sufficiently enticing. A bit of a pity, from Sinnertwin’s perspective; he’d had his fuel pump set on wreaking some more than typically horrifying violence upon the interloper. Fortunately for all concerned—the sentry included—that had been a fleeting, impersonal fancy; a brief opportunity for diversion amid the usual, cycle-to-cycle routine of prowling the outskirts of the den. The prospect of a wild and dangerous new world to explore would satisfy that craving just as well as casual dismemberment.

Sinnertwin just hoped that whatever hostile native life-forms they found down there were suitably large. Small, skittering things made him uneasy.

The fetor and darkness of the Terrorcon Den soon gave way to the normal illumination and sterility that was more typical of the dreadnaught’s interior design. It was offensive to Sinnertwin’s keen senses, so much so that he transformed into his robot mode as the six Decepticons entered the shuttle bay. That form was better suited to the inside of a small transport craft, anyway.

“Why don’t we just bounce to the surface?” he demanded, already impatient for something to do. “Shuttle takes too long. Too cramped. I want to get to the killing and the treasure now.”

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:25 pm
by Gatkowski
Terrorcon Den --- Shuttle Bay

Blot, with his head cocked to one side in the manner of a predator observing its prey, watched curiously as Mindwipe revealed the reason for his visit. And enjoyed how much effort it took the hypnotist Decepticon to not balk under the palpable violence that emanated from Blot's brethren.

Hun-Grrr seemed satisfied with the incentive he had been offered, so that violence would not be unleashed upon Mindwipe. Not for the time being, anyhow.

The promise of stashing up even greater hauls of energy reserves and other non-monetary currencies was always intriguing to any Terrorcon. Especially, if something came their way that they could disembowel, maim and chop up while at it. Their intended destination would, apparently, deliver on both accounts.

Blot threw away the bone he was gnawing on and slouched after the other Terrorcons, following them out of their den. For now, he was mindless of transforming back to his mech mode, but made sure he crossed before Mindwipe every few steps. When he did, Blot left smears of dead oil and lubricant leaked from his own loose joints and improperly sealed ports behind, in hopes that Mindwipe would slip, lose his footing, stumble into one of his unkind escort detail inviting a good measure of inconvenience, or just fall on his face as he stepped on them. Or at the very least, wince in pain as his olfactory sensors were assaulted by the foul stench of the grime.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:46 pm
by Insidious
Shuttle Bay

>>"Excellent. I'll see you soon,"<< Mindwipe quickly commed back to Cipher, pleased that the Decepticon scientist seemed as intrigued with the potential that lay in front of them as Mindwipe himself was.

Accessing one of the bay control panels, Mindwipe began activating the preliminary functions of the drop ship, bringing it online and opening the small bay doors. Hopefully Hungrr would fit comfortably in such meager accommodations.

When Sinnertwin growled out his question, Mindwipe froze a little inside once more. Primus, he hated this feeling. For a dark moment, he considered allowing the Terrorcon to do exactly as he wanted and suffer the likely consequences. It would have been a death sentence for him as well though.

"N-No, we can't do that. There's....um....some sort of radiation belt surrounding this world. It's not something that even I really understand, but Lord Scorponok does. You try to bounce down there and...and....well, let's just say that what you end up with down there might not be as structured as what you started with up here. Safer to use a dropship, but even that will pose some risk. This world......it was clearly chosen for a reason."

Mindwipe stopped speaking as the hum of the dropship's engines began to slowly fill the room.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:11 pm
by Ember
Shuttle Bay

Along the way to his destination Cipher had lost a few crucial datapads and slugs requiring him to stop more than once in order to backtrack and retrieve them. He cursed more times than usual, but no one would even know what was said. After all he spoke, read, and occasionally wrote in all forms of ancient Cybertronian dialect. Something not common amongst the Decepticon faction.

He was still fidgeting with his burden when he finally entered the shuttle bay. His attention, as usual was not on the mechs who were already present, but with his equipment and research. He absently addressed the one mech he knew that was already in the bay. Mindwipe.

“I do hope we are able to uncover as much as possible. I would hate to get down there and be called back up for some minor…”

His rambling ceased when he finally looked up at the hypnotist. Behind Mindwipe stood the Terrorcons. Commander Scorponok’s go to team when muscle was a requirement. Cipher’s jaw dropped open as he stared up at Hun-Grrr and the others. He was unable to even form anything coherent until finally a low ancient Cybertronian curse escaped his vocalizer.

The scientist moved quickly to Mindwipe’s side, his optics still locked on the Terrorcon commander and his minions. He leaned in close to the hypnotist and whispered in his audio, hoping to Primus the fearsome ‘Cons behind them would not hear.

“The Terrorcons? What in the pit is down there that would require them to be sent along?”

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 1:15 pm
by Cryhavok
Shuttle Bay

It finally made sense to Hun-Grrr. The use of a dropship. The deployment of his team of murderous sociopaths. Whoever was behind what they were seeking had gone to great lengths to make sure that no one would even come to explore the planet. It was only logical that this philosophy would be present on the surface of the planet as well. This mission had a potential of becoming a challenge and the 'Terrorcon' relished on challenges. However, it meant that his team had to be kept in line far more strictly than usual. It also meant that both Cipher and Mindwipe had to be kept alive or there was no way for them to find their target or interpret its possible value. Thus, priorities had to be established.

"Blot. Keep Cipher and Mindwipe alive and functional. Even if it means using lethal force." Hun-Grrr commanded. The statement was a clear warning to the other Terrorcons. The fearless and unquestionably loyal Blot would now dedicate himself on protecting both Cipher and Mindwipe. Even if it meant he'd have to kill another Terrorcon. It would not even be a first time. Of these four, only Blot had been there from the beginning. And despite the ferocity of the other Terrorcons, none of them had such indomitable courage the brutish Blot possessed. Even Cutthroat knew better than engaging in mortal combat with Blot. Not that it meant he wouldn't pick a fight with Blot - he'd just turn his tail before it became too late for him.

"Rippersnapper. Pilot." Hun-Grrr barked out an order and pulled himself into the dropship. Sitting down on one of benches bolted into the shuttle frame, Hun-Grrr's gaze fell on the two Terrorcons that had followed him into the dropship.

"Sinnertwin. You know what to do."

It was another example of precautions Hun-Grrr was often forced to take when their missions involved other Decepticons or equipment like the dropship they needed. The line has been said often enough. If Sinnertwin would not restrain Cutthroat soon, there was no telling when merciless savage would start slashing the dropship into ribbons out of boredom. The task also kept Sinnertwin from doing the same. While perfectly capable of doing all this himself, Hun-Grrr found it far more amusing making his team to police each other.

"So Mindwipe... LV-117. Tell me more."

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:41 pm
by Insidious
Shuttle Bay

Mindwipe could scarcely contain the relief he experienced at witnessing Cipher's arrival. Another like mind. One that would be focused on unraveling the mystery behind whatever it was that they had found here--not waiting for the first opportunity to find Mindwipe alone in a dark room and make a meal out of him.

Or worse.

Well, no, Mindwipe supposed becoming a meal probably was the worst possible outcome of this whole scenario. Thankfully Hungrrr seemed to be of a mind to ensure their survival. For now.

"Whatever it is, or was, it is decidedly old. I'm curious to explore it. But you, well, such things were made for you," Mindwipe whispered in return. "The planet however--at least from what Scorponok has shown me thus far--was made for them. If the two of us were to go down there alone, we would not return. I am convinced of that."

Mindwipe moved to board the ship. He wanted to absorb as much information about the planet as was conceivably possible inbetween now and their arrival on the surface, and with Hungrrr taking the necessary steps to ensure they all got their in one piece--in every imaginable way--Mindwipe was relatively certain he could get some research done. Cipher would surely relish the opportunity as well.

Hungrrr's words interrupted Mindwipe's pleasant musings, but only briefly. Motioning for both he and Cipher to follow, he walked over to one of the small, interior terminals. In a ship of this size it was not much, but it was something.

"Come. I'll show you both what Lord Scorponok has shown me."

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:54 am
by Mazinman
Shuttle Bay

Cutthroat walked with the other Terrorcons with a bored looked experience on his face. This expression momentarily changed when he saw Cypher waited for them at the Bay.

"Heh, we bringing our dessert with us?" He said with a cold chuckle but did not act. Hun-Grr's words made it clear this one would be under is protection too. That was a shame, it had been too long since he last wallowed in anothers fluids.

He stood beside the shuttle as he waited to finally move. As he did he turned towards it and started at its wall. His face began to distort into a maniacal smile as he outstretched his right hand towards it. He began to dig his claws into the hull and pull down. In his twisted mind he could see a vision of oil flowing out of it.

He began to laugh as he pushed his claws deeper into the hull of the Bay as he attempted to eviscerate the transformer he saw in his insane hallucination.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:26 pm
by Ember
Shuttle Bay

Cipher’s optics remained on the Terrorcon Commander for a moment longer before he even registered Mindwipe’s whispered response. He finally looked to the hypnotist, a skeptical expression platered on his face plate. Was he to believe that Scorponok’s go to group of psychotics would actually protect he and Mindwipe from whatever it was on that planet? Doubtful. Once he got what Scorponok wanted, who’s to say the Terrorcons wouldn’t simply tear them both to bits…and then eat them? The thought sent a vicious shiver over his entire frame.

Cipher’s musings were interrupted by what Mindwipe had finally said. Made for. The statement brought a smile to the scientist’s face. The former thought of what might become of him after their trip was long gone. In its place were the immeasurable possibilities. After a moment of silence Cipher licked his lips and turned back to look at Hun-Grrr, who had already started to relay orders. It seemed that Blot would be the one to safeguard he and Mindwipe while planet side. Probably the best option considering.

Cipher gave a hesitant nod before he followed Mindwipe into the shuttle. With any luck he’d return with his head still attached to his shoulders.

Rippersnapper had taken up a position next to, but slightly behind, the Terrorcon Commander as he began to convey his orders. Blot would be playing guard dog, the perfect job for the mindless slob. Sinnertwin would be playing nursemaid to Cutthroat, good thing too. The shook trooper would more than likely tear the shuttle apart before they even entered the atmosphere. With the sentry on duty, Cutthroat’s unshakable need to destroy should be abated, if only for a few joors.

The terrorist’s attention moved to his commander as he finally boarded the shuttle. Not wanting to lag behind, Rippersnapper entered and made his way to the pilot’s seat. Once he was settled in he began the take-off sequence.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:49 am
by Insidious
Shuttle

"See?" Mindwipe said, clear eagerness in his voice as he pointed at a much smaller screen than the one he had been using within Scorponok's map room of sorts while the other Terrorcons went about getting the ship ready to take them all down there.

On the screen was a small listing of the native life that they had managed to catalog thus far as well as images of some of the terrain. Some of it actually looked fairly pleasant and picturesque. There were other areas, however, that looked to be just as hostile as the fauna. The Cybertronian databases were almost nil when it had come to providing anything useful about this region of space, much less this planet in particular. It had required them to do some preliminary information gathering on their own before setting foot on the clearly hostile world.

"If this is a sampling of what we've found down there thus far, I shudder to think what also might be lying in wait for us once we arrive. Would be nice to have a guide of some kind who knows the area, but I suppose we'll manage."

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 8:20 pm
by Ember
Shuttle

Cipher had settled into a position next to the Decepticon hypnotist as he latter brought up the lists of the planet’s indigenous flora and fauna and some of the terrain. The scientist’s optics narrowed slightly as he scanned through the lists provided. The life on this planet was indeed strange, and most certainly could be very dangerous, but Cipher had to admit, whoever left behind said artifact was certainly someone he’d like to meet.

Cipher straightened upright to his full height as he crossed his arms over his chestplate. Slowly he brought one hand up and stroked him chin in contemplation. Perhaps the builder of the edifice in question was still on the planet. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have a discussion with said mech.

A wide grin grew over the scientist’s face as the possibilities began to swirl around in his processor.

“Well now. This is shaping up to be an interesting trek already.”

Tilting his head slightly, Cipher studied the list much closer.

“Are you sure that these are all indigenous to this particular planet?”

Bridge

As the remainder of the landing party traveled to the back of the shuttle Rippersnapper had taken his seat in the pilot’s chair and already initiated the take-off sequence. After an astrosecond the engines powered up and the computer systems ran down their list of checks. Not wanting to waste any more time loitering in the shuttle bay, Rippersnapper commenced lift off.

The shuttle slowly lifted off the ground and the terrorist guided it through the bay doors. Once clear from the dreadnaught, Rippersnapper engaged the thrusters and piloted the ship toward the glowing orb joust outside of his view port.

Once they were on their way Rippersnapper opened the ship wide communications system.

>>”We’ve left the shuttle bay. ETA to LV-117, approximately 9 breems.”<<

Rippersnapper closed the comm line and refocused his attention on getting the entire shuttle safely on planet.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 3:44 pm
by Cryhavok
Decepticon Dropship ST-4

"Does it matter scribe? In the end they are just fodder for the slaughter." Hun-Grrr replied to Cipher's question. The smug grin on his face shifting into mixture of greed and bloodlust. "Though I have seen enough genetically engineered killing machines to tell you that wherever some of those creatures came from, they did not evolve naturally."

While Hun-Grrr was hardly science oriented or interested in studying linguistics, he could see potential in whatever Scorponok's tech heads had found hidden on LV-117. In his substantial experience, no one wasted this much resources to build something to just trick others. Sure, the galaxy was full of jokers who'd go to ridiculous lengths in their attempts to deceive thrill seekers and relic hunters. But evolutionary manipulation of a whole planet along with artificial radiation belt surrounding the said celestial body was off the payscale of such tricksters. And that was without knowing what exactly they could yet be facing on the surface. Indeed, this was going to be one interesting little quest.

Terrorcon quest to be continued on LV-117 System - 4th rock from the star

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 8:59 am
by Cryhavok
Command Bridge

Back in the day of the Great War's full height, every major Decepticon capital ship had been equipped with an omniglobe so that Megatron would never lose his ability to fully command his empire regardless of his whereabouts. Every Cybertronian had unique neural pathways and only one Cybertronian had ever held the mantle of Decepticon Leader - Megatron. Anyone else would get their circuits fried if full connection was attempted. A chosen few of Megatron's most trusted lieutenants had been partially tuned to utilize these devices of immense information processing and Scorponok was one of those.

The strain from utilizing a partial hypercognizance shell was tremendous but he could not fully interface with an omniglobe designed to integrate seamlessly only with one particular Decepticon. Ceaseless stream of data flowed through Scorponok's central processing unit as the enormous Decepticon warlord browsed through the vast archives of Decepticon Central Intelligence while simultaneously taking in all the realtime field reports from his various operations. Ever since his return into the Semper Tyrannis through the ground bridge, Scorponok had been obsessed with tracking every piece of information available about Jhiaxus, Autobot penintary installations and the service record of the so called Mostructor Six. He had left Cipher and Minwipe and a group of technicians to attempt to recover all possible information lost in the broken datapads they had brought from the planet below. As fascinating it would have been to find the contents of those datapads first hand, Scorponok simply couldn't allow to waste his time on something he was able to leave for others to work on.

Jhiaxus' name was a dead end, leading only to archaic mentions here and there before the scientist's name had been seemingly completely forgotten. There was also a multitude of closed files by no other than Shockwave that could have potentially shed some light on the case. But cracking Shockwave's files was extremely slow and tedious task. Even now, after thousands of years after the scientist had disappearanced, the Decepticon Secret Service had managed to open only 27% of Shockwave's vast archives. The one-eyed freak certainly knew how to crypt his files.

With the Monstructor Six, Scorponok was having more luck. The six Decepticons had served on multiple fronts with their paths crossing only randomly. It was as if these six had lost whatever connection they had had while serving under Jhiaxus. Memory alteration after their capture was a logical reason for this. Scorponok himself wouldn't certainly have been above such action had he wanted to keep the six alive but harmless. Nevertheless, all six had their tracks leading eventually to the hands of the Autobots as the result of various circumstances.

And given how Autobots often failed to just get rid of their prisoners the most effective way, it was only matter of utilizing his agents to determine their current whereabouts...

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:37 pm
by Insidious
Command Bridge

The doors to the bridge slid open, allowing Mindwipe entry. During his time serving under Scorponok, he had learned enough other tasks to make himself a useful bridge officer in addition to carrying out his primary function. The other Decepticons on the bridge.

He held his hand in front of his face for a moment, its blackened steel freshly polished. His entire body once again free of that organic filth he had been forced to endure down on that world. It was an experience that Mindwipe hoped he would never have to repeat again.

Since returning to the ship, Mindwipe had largely exiled himself to a small station where he and Wheelie had been steadfastly entering whatever fragments of data could be recovered from the datapads they had collected down on LV-117. Much of it was beyond Mindwipe's realm of understanding or experience. There had been, however, some tidbits of information regarding the Monstructor Six that Mindwipe had found especially intriguing.

"Mighty Lord Scorponok," Mindwipe said by way of greeting, following his words with a swift bow before approaching one of the bridge panels and pulling up the information he had be collating in another area of the large vessel. It was complicated, but he had been coming up with only one dead end after another. With the Decepticons, Megatron only saw fit to maintain a relatively small number of prisoners, thus prisons were hardly a necessity. Death was the typical outcome of a battlefield capture. For the Autobots, however, prisons had been one of the key requirements of their being able to hold on to the moral high ground, such as it was. That, in turn, had lead to the creation of a fairly expansive and complex prison system. One that Mindwipe had found difficult to navigate.

"I have been working to ensure the collected data is transferred in to our systems, as commanded. Cipher is likely enjoying the process much more than I," Mindwipe said, his left actuator progressively pulling up one holoscreen after another. "But cross-referencing what we've found here with what we already know has been...challenging. At best. The Autobots have covered their tracks well. Nevertheless, the legends surrounding the idea of monstrous gestalts is quite pervasive in our planet's mythology. It still amazes me that some of the things we used to say to scare protoforms were, in fact, true."

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:22 pm
by Ember
Cipher’s Laboratory

So sure was he that something of use would be found on the conglomeration of broken and damaged datapads that Cipher had quickly bypassed the Command Bridge and instead made his way to his lab where he could work in peace and quiet.

The very second the door had slid open the scientist was inside and clearing off a place on one of his workplaces and gently placed down the pile of pads he had tucked under his arm. With a bright, broad smile on his face, Cipher took a seat. He cast his gaze over the whole of the prizes taking in each and every one with barely bated breath. Where to start? Here? No, here!

Cipher carefully scooped up one of the more damaged pads and turned it over in his hands noting all of the cracks and blemishes coursing over the device’s casing.

“Oh, what I could find in you. You will all be the key to finding precisely what my Lord is after.”

With a slightly giddy laugh Cipher dug into the task at hand fist removing the outer casing and then plunging in and working over the electronics within. What secrets did these precious tools hold?

“I knew you all would come in handy. And I must make it my mission to thank those…”

He stopped prematurely before mentioning those who had helped him locate the pile of damaged equipment that now lie before him.

“No. I refuse to acknowledge them. I am not crazy and I have no intention of dwelling on the fact that there was anyone other than my Decepticon brethren that aided in locating that bunker. Lord Scorponok would have my head if he thought something was amiss.”

With his right hand the scientist frowned and gently rubbed his neck. The thought of those enormous pincer-like hands encircling his throat and then squeezing….

“Ugh. No. I will not…now, my little pads, let us see what secrets you hold.”

The Commander’s resident linguist set to work tweaking and bypassing until finally he came across a faint energy reading. Amazing, there was still a tiny bit of charge. A smile formed on the slim mech’s face as he made a few preliminary connections to his personal computer terminal and began to roam through the pad’s contents.

The dark screen soon illuminated but quickly darkened again. Cipher growled in frustration while trying once more to strengthen the connection between his terminal and the pad. There was another flicker and finally a hazy image began to appear. The resolution was terrible but the scientist was still able to determine that what he was seeing was, in fact, the written Primal Vernacular. This was not unusual since the glyphs that were sprawled on the wall in the bunker were written in the ancient language.

Unfortunately the entire contents of the pad included nothing but inventory…and not even inventory that would reveal anything that had been occurring at the site. Cipher disconnected the pad and tossed it to the corner of the desk and picked up another. As with the first device Cipher set up the new one in the same way he had done the last. This time the device booted up faster and with a clear picture.

The glyphs that scrolled over the screen were slightly different. It was another list but this one was a list of just words, but these weren’t of the Primal Vernacular…these was much older.

“My, my, my. What do we have here? A sample of Old, Old Cybertronian and on an insignificant datapad in some unknown bunker.”

Cocking his head to one side Cipher took to decoding the pad’s contents. It may not be anything important or of any use to their mission, but it was important to the scientist.

Re: Dreadnaught Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 9:27 pm
by Ember
Decepticon Dropship ST – 4

Breaking through the atmosphere wracked the ship with more turbulence than when the small group had arrived. The radiation that surrounded the planet made travel difficult but with Cybertronian technology on their side the Terrorcons had nothing to fear.

The time it took to leave the planet and finally make it into the dark void was a little over two breems…possibly some kind of record, Rippersnapper mused.

The rest of their travels passed by in silence and quickly. A broad smile creased the white and blue mech’s face as the majestic form of the Semper Tyrannis came into view. He slowed their approach and opened a comm channel to the Dreadnaught.

>>”Tyrannis, this is Rippersnapper on board the Decepticon Dropship ST – 4 requesting permission to approach and dock.”<<

Re: Semper Tyrannis - Flagship of Scorponok

PostPosted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 10:38 am
by Cryhavok
Command Bridge

"There is a glimmer of truth in most myths Mindwipe. How warped and twisted the truth becomes over time is another thing." Scorponok spoke up while observing the various screens of the Command Bridge, including those Mindwipe had presented to him. "Take the legendary leader of Omega Sentinels for example. Omega Supreme was once believed to be a mere myth until he was found again by the Autobots and convinced to join their cause."

"And how many other myths have become reality?" The massive Decepticon warlord continued, "The Acropolex of Nyon and the Trypticon Station - both relics of the forgotten ages and ultimately proven to be something far more than any of the stories indicated. One can only imagine what is hidden behind the concepts of the Thirteen, the Guiding Hand and Knights of Cybertron. And yet, we cannot waste our resources running after mere myths. We need something tangible. And that is exactly what we have now in Jhiaxus and his creation. "

At this point Scorponok's attention turned away from Mindwipe's findings, his gaze focusing to the data on the screens of the Omniglobe. "Nevertheless, I see no new leads I had not considered already in your work. I have spread the word to my agents. Now we can only wait for confirmation of the continued functionality of the Six while reaping the crop of our work elsewhere."

>>”Tyrannis, this is Rippersnapper on board the Decepticon Dropship ST – 4 requesting permission to approach and dock.”<<


Finally. Scorponok thought as Rippersnapper's boarding request came though. Having the Terrorcons back would allow the Decepticons to finally leave the Lenocinium Velnero system to pursue other goals.

"Finback, let the Terrorcons to board the Tyrannis and set the course to Nebulos system. There are some preparations we need to do."

"Aye aye Captain." Was the short response of the crusty old navigator who immediately set their new destination coordinates into the Tyrannis' flight computer and took control of the ship's tractor beam suite to carefully direct the dropship ST-4 into the hangar of the mighty warship. Once the dropship had been secured in the hangar, Finback closed the hatch and prepared the enormous starship for a quantum jump.

Roughly a klik later, the Semper Tyrannis had left the Lenocinium Velnero system, leaving behind only traces of discharge of its engines.