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[CLOSED] The Convergence

The noose around Fortress Maximus' neck tightens. Will the Decepticon 2nd fleet led by mighty Scorponok finally subjugate their old nemesis? And if they do, what will be the fate of the Autobot resistance?

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[CLOSED] The Convergence

Postby Cryhavok » Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:22 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
The Convergence

The outskirts of star system Elba, several light hours away from Garrus-9...

The vast, endless canvas of stars was still, save for a occasional shooting star piercing the night. This serenity was not going to last for long though. A hole was punched into the darkness, massive amounts of energy being focused on a pinprick sized chunk of space. Within fraction of a second the small void in space grew into a ripple until the it began to appear like the space itself began collapsing into the growing rift. And from this hole in the fabric of space, appeared a sleek, angular space faring vessel. It was black as the space surrounding it, barely visible against the background were it not for the purple accents of its hull. And as suddenly this foreboding vessel, size of a small city, had appeared - it disappeared from sight as if it had become one with the endless void of space.

And yet, the vessel was still there.

"The Semper Tyrannis is at full readiness," Reflector began, his components entering various commands in to their respective workstations. "Ghost shield engaged. Waiting for confirmation from the rest of the fleet."

The wait, such as it was, did not prove to be an extensive one. At the appointed time, and at the appointed place, various other vessels from the 2nd Expansion Fleet began transmitting their presence as both small and massive warships began to appear at varying points in the spacescape. Reflector took in the arrival of each new vessel with a certain degree of increasing satisfaction.

"Signals confirmed. Corvette Cleansed by Fire reporting in. Condition level yellow." Finback, a sickly, crusty old sailor and the Tyrannis' designated navigator reported from his workstation inside a life-support tank which kept a metal eating condition of his from spreading, "Corvette Demonizer reporting in. Condition red. Corvette Final Fortune reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette General Nightmare reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Hands of Death reporting in. Condition red. Corvette Insurrection reporting in. Condition green. Corvette Mega Starpuncher reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Nepenthe reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Phantom of Death reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Steel Tormentor reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette The Bitter End reporting in. Condition red. Corvette The Gentle Art of Making Enemies reporting in. Condition yellow. Well, they got an enemy in me. Those gearsticks owe me big time. I remember back in..."

"Enough!" Cyclonus' chilling voice interrupted Finback before the old Decepticon would get carried away with his reminiscenting. "Continue with the reports."

"Ah, yes. I apologize cap'n." Finback regained his thoughts, proceeding to continue listing the ships that had reported back. "Corvette The Surgeon's Warning reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Triple Corpse Hammerblow -sigh- reporting in. Condition red. Frigate Eternal Night reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate Spirit of Wrath reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate Terminus reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate The Flame of Serenity reporting in. Condition red. Frigate The Splendour of a Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath the Blazon of the Decepticon Empire reporting in. Condition green. Seriously... what the slag the crew of Splendour were drinking when they named that ship? Nightmare Fuel? I need that stuff..."

A baleful look from Cyclonus pulled Finback back to the reality. "Eh, back to the business. Yeah. Frigate Merciless Dominator reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate Flaming Ember reporting in. Condition red. Destroyer Burning Justice reporting in. Condition yellow. Destroyer Majestic Beast reporting in. Condition yellow. Destroyer Pestilence pending in on report. Last known condition level yellow. Battlecruiser Invictus reporting in. Condition green. Warworld Doctrine of Fear reporting in. Condition yellow. And Worldsweeper The Shatterer reporting in. Condition yellow. All bug ridden ships ready and counted for. Waiting word from Snaptrap.And now I have a cranial ache...."

"We are in the position Commander." Finback stated. "Standing by."

"What is the ETA for our target?" Cyclonus asked, stalking the bridge quietly as he continued to await notification from the Pestilence. He had confidence that he had selected the right Decepticon to bring that ship under heel and quell any problems amongst the Insecticons before they managed to spread and become problems for the whole fleet. But that confidence only went so far. Cyclonus also wanted results. He would not wait for Snaptrap's affirmation of the Pestilence's readiness for much longer.

"10 light-hours, sir." The Reflector trio hurried to reply in unison, not willing to have Finback to take all the attention of their superiors.

Reflector's announcement prompted reaction from no other than the High Commander Scorponok himself. The gigantic Decepticon had been sitting on his command throne, leaning thoughtfully against one of his massive claws. There was much depending on the battle to follow. Majority of the 2nd Fleet had been summoned to join the assault. Only a handful of ships had been left to defend their most critical holdings. Unlike Nebulos, this operation couldn't be carried out with just a one battlegroup. So Scorponok had freed three of the five he had. Too bad most of them were in a sorry state of being. Only few ships had been listed green in the operational condition check. Most had been listed yellow, which really meant that most of his fleet was in disrepair of various levels. At least only few of the summoned ships had been in no condition of being any kind of asset to the fight. To be successful, he needed all the intel there was to be had from his Autobot captives.

"Cyclonus, check in with Scourge and Soul Siren." Scorponok spoke, "ETA 10 light-hours. Last chance of cancellation of Operation: Convergence at 4. I want Scattershot's data."

"As you command," Cyclonus said, opening a direct commlink with Soul Siren.

>>"Lord Scorponok demands a status update. Has the patch been initiated? Has Scourge retrieved the codes from the Technobot?"<<

As Cyclonus contacted Soul Siren, Scorponok sent out a holographic projection of himself to his chosen hacking team. >>"Sparkstalker, Wingspan - ETA to target 10 light-hours. Report your current state of readiness."<<

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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:59 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
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The Pestilence - Bridge

Snaptrap accepted Bombshell's answer about Venom for the time being. There was no more time to waste dealing with these insects and their politicking. He had no wish to either. With a curt nod, Snaptrap strolled forward into the room, assuming his temporary command of the Pestilence. Gesturing for the Seacons to take up positions within the bridge, Snaptrap prepared to enter the Convergence behind the Semper Tyrannis. He sent his report in to Cyclonus as he did so.

>>"Snaptrap to Cyclonus. The situation on the Pestilence has been dealt with. The Seacons are in control. All is in readiness. We will be joining you shortly."<<

With that, the Pestilence moved - finally - away from Nebulos and made the jump by ripping open the fabric of space, warping the laws of reality as the Pestilence enter the portal. It reappeared in space near the Semper Tyrannis's location, fading from sight as Snaptrap initiated the ghost shield. With the Pestilence finally battle ready, Snaptrap turned to address Bombshell once again.

"Assemble your warriors for the drop down onto Garrus. We will reach it soon."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Ember » Tue Feb 12, 2013 12:43 pm

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Semper Tyrannis – Computer Lab

With a nod Wingspan took the lead and entered the lab. Terminals stretched across three walls while the one opposite the door sported a large viewing port. The scene through it was breathtaking. In fact had the data processor the time he would have spent several orns just staring and thinking. “Why don’t you get set up over there while I take up this station.” Wingspan gestured to a series of computers just opposite the location he had claimed. “You can look into Garrus 9’s command codes while I work on the security system’s programs. Once we’ve gotten a foothold on those two agendas we can move on to the communications systems.”

He didn’t wait for a confirmation from Sparkstalker; instead the hawk-clone took a seat and began to upload the information pertaining to the prison’s systems. Once completed Wingspan started to sift through the security network’s programming. It seemed that the Autobots had enlisted Red Alert to create the protection protocols. “It figures. They had that paranoid freak write these programs.” His digits flew across the keys as he doubled his efforts to crack through the data. “No matter. Red is good but he’s never been pitted against me. Heh.” Wingspan mumbled.

The data processor dove into his work and at the same time he tuned out everything that was not related to his assignment. So when the image of Scorponok appeared and demanded to know of his and Sparkstalker’s progress, Wingspan flinched. He quickly regained his composure and addressed the holographic effigy. “Sir. I have just begun to sift through the security system’s programs. They seem to be heavily encrypted, but it should cause no trouble.” He turned back to the terminal for a moment and then looked back to the image. “I will be reworking the protocols to your specifications, and they shall be ready within the allotted time frame, sir.”
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Drop Bear » Wed Feb 13, 2013 4:38 am

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Weapon: Poison-Tipped Missiles
The Pestilence – Bridge

“You're right, Tentakil. Obedience is all we need.” Nautilator's voice remained low. “But I don't think we'll find that here. I mean, just look at them...”

Nautilator had his doubts over the Insecticons' loyalty. He believed they were as unfamiliar with that word as they were with trust.

He also had that icky feeling, the one you could only contract from being on board the Pestilence. Squishy sliding doors, for Primus's sake. Organic components had no business mingling with anything mechanical. But here he was, stuck on a mockery for a ship, slapped together with metal and organic material.

Why did the universe hate Nautilator?

Snaptrap's conversation with Bombshell came to an end. A gesture from his unit leader indicated that the Seacons should assume positions behind the various stations scattered throughout the bridge. Nautilator quickly approached the nearest station.

A mere glance at the controls caused him to stiffen slightly and he knew he was in over his cranial unit, the buttons, miniature screens and flashing lights making him want to twist his features in puzzlement. Too bad that wasn't the worst of it, because if it had been, he would've been okay with that.

Upon further investigation, Nautilator found himself staring at some kind of...goo smothering the controls here and there. Disgusted, he peered around the bridge, wondering if any of his fellow Seacons had suffered a similar mishap. They all appeared to be fine and well.

Of course they were. Every bad thing to ever happen always made sure to target Nautilator first. Ugh.

As he thought about that dismal truth, a diaclone, coming from out of nowhere, hurdled itself at Nautilator, hissing like a cyber-snake. Jagged lines of electricity glided along its antenna as it threatened the Seacon.

Nautilator recoiled. “Get the frag away from me!” He launched a fist at it, smashing the diaclone.

The filthy creature skidded across the floor, emitting a disturbing high-pitched squeal. Almost as fast as it had fallen, it righted itself before retreating back to the bunches of diaclones haunting the bridge. Good riddance.

Nautilator returned his attention to the station. Since he had no idea how it worked, he simply pretended to operate it, hoping no one would notice.

Better that than looking like an idiot, which was what his fellow Seacons would call him if they realised he was clueless.

Wait, they already did call him an idiot.

Ugh.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Marcus Rush » Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:23 am

Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
Semper Tyrannis: Brig

Pyro locked his optics on a simple sparkless droid as it made its way through the halls of the single leveled cell block of the Decepticon Battleship. There was not much else he could do. Conversations had been kept to a minimum, especially after Scattershot and Rad had been taken to the upper levels of the block infirmary. It was not hard to guess why Commander Scattershot had been taken into the dark nether regions of the ship, and rumors were already spreading that Scorponok was present onboard this vessel. Pyro could easily determine the basis of such maneuvers meant that they were about to head into battle.

The only problem Pyro had was the facts did not lend themselves to actually confirming that hypothesis nor even give a target for such an aggressive deployment of the Decepticon fleet. Not that it mattered at present. The ranger nor his blockmates were in any condition to oppose Scorponok or his minions. They had been scattered to the four corners of the planet and had been forced to defend themselves against a coordinated resistance. Had they been able to land enmass, perhaps things would have ended differently, but they had not and pondering such a 'what if,' served no purpose.

For Pyro, he continued to ponder exactly how Optimus Prime would handle such a confinement. Secretly he had managed to collect pieces of scrap left behind by the Horrorcon, Apeface's, attempt at being funny or at least threatening. While his initial thought to short out the energy fields had been proven ineffectual, the scraps were sturdy enough to be used in other aspects. Perhaps as a weapon or a form of digging tool... not that a tool of that nature would do them any good inside the belly of a starship. But whatever he decided to utilize them for, he was confident in the knowledge that they were available.

The drone looked up at the wounded Autobot warrior and beeped something in a computer code that Pyro did not care to translate. It completed its task with another burst of haste and disappeared around the bend towards the lift leading towards the infirmary. "It would appear things onboard this vessel have begun to reach the critical bursting point." His voice meant to carry to the other cells, but not directed at a mechanism in particular.

He knew the Technobots had been seperated, they were filed into their cells just after Scattershot had been forcibly removed from their number. And given the limited number of cells onboard, Pyro surmised that they had been paired up at the very least and more than likely three had been tossed into one and the other waited for the return of Scattershot and whoever else was with them.

"What could they possibly be after out in this avenue of space anyways?" He rubbed at his chin briefly.

Semper Tyrannis: Holographic Grid

Deadlock's weapon leveled at a non descript Autobot figure. A micron passed as his finger pulled back on the firing stud and sent a burst of solid light slugs straight into the construct's meta processor. A gyser of sparks were instantly rendered as the creation staggered forward and vanished. He flipped the weapon again before pressing himself against one of the rust coated cryocrete wall of the holographically generated prison block.

Two of his team members had already been killed off, primarily due to their inability to follow the simple order of shoot anything not wearing a Decepticon Sigil. Of course the computer was taking into account the inevitable battlefield restrictions that Turmoil or Scorponok would impose. It was so much easier to just ignore their incessent need for prisoners, eliminating the enemy brought this war closer to an end anyways.

"You two," he pointed to two Vehicons who were carrying neutron semi automatic rifles. "Quit shivering over those morons and cover the left flank. Maximus is in here somewhere and I want to take him down before the timer's up."

The two soldiers did as they were told, primarily out of fear that the barrels of Deadlock's guns would eventually be turned on them if they failed to heed his warnings. For his part, the warrior rounded the corner of the holographic grid and snapped off a trio of rounds from each of his weapons. Each burst pounded an Autobot prisoner and guard respectively causing them to smolder or erupt into flames. "At least here, I don't have to deal with those overly cautious scrapheaps."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Marcus Rush » Sat Feb 16, 2013 1:42 pm

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Semper Tyrannis: Prison Infirmary - Scattershot's Mind

The images of the fortification faded away, leaving Scattershot a glimps of himself and the other future Technobot recruits as they surrounded a Decepticon Commander, then proceeded to beat it into a crumpled mesh. It was a sight that brought a satisfied smile to his plate as it all faded to darkness. In the skies above there had been a brief skirmish between defenses he had brought out of the memory and online against Scourge. Given who his opponent was, Scattershot was not surprised he had evaded the aerial bombardment and managed to survive long enough to eliminate the basic defenses.

"Impressive," he mockedly whistled as the next stage of large Sentinel Robots emerged from the ground began to take their toll on the Decepticon tracker. "Got to admit Rustheap, you are really good at tracking down trouble." The large sentinels proved to be a challenge for the mental intruder, dealing unchecked damage and provided a heavy amount of obstruction to whatever target the Decepticon was intent on getting to... but again, Scattershot was not entirely surprised that they too could not stop such a determined enemy. They were large and bulky. A highly maneuverable enemy could easily out turn them and get into a blind spot, thus have an opening to take it down.

It was a nice piece of entertainment. In fact, Scattershot would be hard pressed to remember such a spectical since the final days of the Golden Age. He pushed his mental standing briefly and constructed a bucket of Energon Bits and a cup of Energo Cola.

Popping a few bits into his mouth, Scattershot waved his hand in order to begin the next scene of the movie. "Come now, you can't expect that to be the final stage Scourge. We haven't even hit the climax of these little games. You wanted in, now you get to see what its like." A sadistic grin crawled across his face as he swallowed the half chewed bits of energy.

The blocked mountain range in the distance began to tremble. A fury of gasses exploded from the center of the range as a hallowed voice erupted from an eon's slumber. "Stage three. Can you handle this level? If you can, I'll give you a prize." A gigantic hand was launched from the southern edge of the range as another hand emerged from the north. Soon large batteries of guns all locked upon Scourge's energy signature as the large range withdrew its ancient cover and emerged into a towering behemoth.

Metro Titan. Scattershot could not remember if he had ever actually seen one, but he had known of their existance through legend and Lightspeed's constant lectures of those who were stronger than he was. Not that it mattered, this was his mind and in here nothing was stronger nor more skilled than the Commander of the Technobots. Maybe he'd let Lightspeed sample what it was like, maybe not, probably prove too much for the processor. Along the flanks of the gigantic titan an entire air batallion of Aerialbot squadrons flickered to life. Each one built around a similar form of Scattershot's alt form, and bristling with armorments. Their maneuverability exponentially boosted as was their speed and shields. "Alright Scourgy. Round 3. Begin!"
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sat Feb 16, 2013 2:12 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
The Pestilence--Bridge

Bombshell hesitated for a moment, but only a moment, before offering the Seacon Commander a respectful bow and turning to leave the bridge. Passing by Shrapnel, he clearly saw that the other Insecticon did not want to abscond from the bridge quite so simply. That was Bombshells strategy for now. If he didn't like it, he could try something appropriately brazen on his own.

The sound of footfalls behind him indicated that Shrapnel too saw the reasoning in not challenging Snaptrap now, as much as it might satisfy some deeper aspect of their nature to do so. No. They would teach the prideful sea beasts a lesson when the time was right.

"I take it your conversation with the Butcher did not go as you had planned," Kickback remarked snidely as he too approached Bombshell and Shrapnel.

"It actually went exactly as I expected, Kickback. A necessary setback on the path to Insecticon glory. Provided we all want to keep our heads at the moment. I certainly intend to."

Bombshell looked over to see if Kickback had some kind of snappy retort. Not this time.

"See that the Swarm is mustered. Our nestlings will taste live metal soon."

The trio shivered as some sort of interaction on the bridge with one of the Diaclones had gone badly. For the clone, anyway. An unfortunate sacrifice, but probably also a necessary one.

"That is what would happen to us if we tried anything now," Bombshell added.
___

"We'll have just enough, I think. They know what's good for them," Tentakil said as he watched numerous other Insecticon diaclones follow their "leaders, either through the doors or scuttling up through various openings in the ceiling or in the walls, leading to other decks.

Tentakil took a position at the helm and made sure that the ship was ready to move at a moment's notice, just as their commander had told the pointy one.
___

Semper Tyrannis--Brig

Lightspeed's internal repair systems had brought him to point where he felt like he could at least form coherent speech again. That had to count for something, and the Decepticons probably weren't going to allow much more than that anyway.

Pyro's question had stirred his thinking a little bit more. Given what he had gone through not long ago, it was a question that he could answer fairly confidently.

"They....wanted to know who was on our ship and who sent us. If Scorponok wants something more than settling an old score with Max, your guess is as good as mine. But, I've heard interesting things about that prison where Max and the Steelhaven are stationed. Any number of prisoners of war stashed away in that place, probably."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:42 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Scattershot's mind...

Scourge had heard the transmission from Soul Siren as clearly as if she were here within the confines of the Technobot's mind as he was. The cortical patch was an impressive piece of technology, Scourge would not deny that. He only wondered what other uses it could have. His curiosity was fleeting though. Its current use was all he needed in order to accomplish the mission.

Not inclined to take much of Soul Siren's recommendations, he did acknowledge the fact that the Technobot Commander's personality suggested that he would simply continue to up the stakes until either one of their minds shut down under the stresses or the technology itself did. The Metrotitan that had emerged from the Cybertronian mountain range--or was the mountain range, as the case may have been--was evidence enough of that. Were Scourge to up the stakes further, he could only imagine what Scattershot would conjure from the recesses of his imagination. It would likely devolve into a mythological battle between Primus and Unicron himself, shattering entire galaxies in the process.

Scourge had no intention of letting this escapade escalate to that level. No, this had already gone far enough. Though blasts that would have rocked entire cities during the vaunted Golden Age exploded behind him, Scourge trekked deeper into the labyrinthine mass of metal where he had already been going--though now with a little more haste than he had used previously. Tremors shook the gorund underneath Scourge's feet, indicating that the behemoth was drawing ever closer.

"HALT!"
the titanic voice boomed again, as an ungodly-sized fist slammed down several corridors behind the Tracker, smashing floors and collapsing walls.

Scourge backed up against the nearest wall, his weapons at the ready. Turning around the corner to look down the end of the brutalized corridor, Scourge found himself staring at an optic that was larger than he was.

"DO NOT RUN," the titanic Cybertronian commanded, before the optic pulled away and Scourge could hear massive gears and joints moving once more.

Not keen on taking the advice of his pursuers, running was precisely what Scourge did, down transforming halls and stairs that seemed to shift with the erratic frequency of their owner's thinking patterns.

Just as he had crossed another threshold and jumped down at least two levels into the metallic maze, the massive fist smashed its way overhead, sending burning scrap and debris raining down on Scourge and everything below.

Ducking around another corner, Scourge saw what appeared to be...a bar? The blinking signage outside immediately revealed its identity. Maccadam's.

Scourge's optics narrowed.

Stalking forward, he slammed the doors out of his way, causing every patron in the establishment to pause and look in his direction. Scourge's steely optics scanned the bar for a few brief moments before settling on the one that--at the end of all this mess--almost assuredly had the information he was seeking. The precious codes that Scattershot had stashed away were not in the possession of Autobot warriors, or Omega Sentinels or even Metrotitans.

A simple bartender.

How fittingly unconventional.

"I know what you come for," Maccadam said.

"Then you also know it will not be denied me. Not now," Scourge said as he approached the bar.

"Just as you know what you will have to do to get them from me," the bartender replied simply.

"I do."

Tremors in the bar akin to a massive Cybertronian earthquake began to gradually destroy the surroundings, as glasses began to drop and shatter against the floor and windows spider-webbed and exploded.

"The titan's pursuit has not ended," Maccadam said with a playful smirk. Scourge's expression did not alter in the slightest.

"He will arrive too late."

___

Semper Tyrannis--Infirmary

Moments later, Scourge's optics blazed back to their full, crimson radiance. He looked at no one in particular within the room, simply staring straight ahead.

"I have them. Disconnect me."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Ember » Mon Feb 18, 2013 3:31 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Semper Tyrannis – Computer Lab

Sparkstalker watched carefully while Wingspan pressed passed him and into the computer lab. It would be extraordinarily interesting to see just what the data processor had to offer to their new endeavor. Whatever it was Sparkstalker was sure it would rival his own contributions, although he’d be sure to put in a bit more effort. Can’t have anyone one upping him.

Once the hawk-former had entered the lab Sparkstalker followed close behind. His optics wandered around the room taking stock of all of the terminals; a smile creasing his lips. Here is where he belonged. The Firecon only barely registered just what Wingspan had to say before nodding in full agreement and taking up a position across from the clone.

The smile on his face only grew wider as he began is work. Digits flying over keys, possibly even faster than Wingspan’s own. He was determined to get anything Scorponok wanted, and, perhaps if the time allowed, just a tiny bit more for him.

Sometime passed with progress moving at a steady pace. He was none too surprised, however, when the holographic image of Scorponok appeared and demanded a progress report. It had to come sometime.

Sparkstalker regarded the image with a respectful nod and gave his report. “Sir, I have been filtering through the prison’s command codes that had been provided and I have already decrypted several lines of code. It should not take long before I have broken through all of their system’s coding. Should I have any difficulties, and I am confident there I will not then I shall contact you immediately.”

Semper Tyrannis - Bridge

Cipher watched the image on the screen for several minutes while he mentally formulated a plan on just how to reach the location. Now that he’d found what he was looking for he was determined to find it and use it. “To get to you, my lovely. To get to you.” Cipher tucked his left arm across his chest while he tapped his chin with the forefinger of his left. His target was located far beneath the prison so getting to it would take more than what he had to offer.

There was only one thing he would be able to do and that was to enlist several other ‘Cons to help him. Of course these mechs would not only help him in his search but they also keep him safe. Oh, he could hold his own if need be, but why bother when you surrounded yourself with brutes and neer do wells?

“It would seem you’re my best choice.” The scientist smiled once more and opened a comm link with Mindwipe. >>”Mindwipe. It’s Cipher. I have found something within the Garrus 9 facility that would benefit the Decepticon machine in so many ways. If you have the time please meet me on the bridge. I will fill you in when you arrive.”<<

A broad smile swept onto his face as he leaned back and rubbed his hands together. “Your secrets are mine.”
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Mon Feb 18, 2013 7:49 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Semper Tyrannis--Repair Bay

Mindwipe watched with increasing disinterest as the technicians aboard the flagship went about their labors of attempting to restore consciousness to the problematic protoform. He might well make a useful recruit, but if he was also somehow plagued with funcitonal glitches from his extended time on LV-117, he would do just as well to put the small mech out of his misery now than to expose him to the world that he would soon be entering in full.

But who was Mindwipe to deny him that experience?

The hypnotist had resigned himself to the fact that whatever the outcome, he had done as much as he could to put this "Wheelie" on the path to becoming a productive member of Megatron's war machine.

Moreover, Cipher's recent transmission piqued his curiosity all the more. And as there was little else that he could accomplish here, he was doubly inclined to accommodate.

>>"I have nothing but time at the moment. I'm on my way,"<< Mindwipe transmitted quickly, before looking back to the technicians. "If you lose him, feed him to the Terrorcons. If you get him back online, have him brought to me on the bridge. In restraints, if need be. No more wandering the ship."

Taking a moment to make sure that his orders were clear, Mindwipe exited the repair bay altogether. His orders were for Wheelie's benefit as much as his own. He had been lucky that the only consequence of walking around a vessel of this stature--unattended, without a Decepticon badge--had been unexplained unconsciousness.

Should it occur again, the odds were overwhelmingly in favor of the reality that he would not survive the experience.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Wed Feb 20, 2013 1:17 pm

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Semper Tyrannis--Bridge

Snaptrap had delivered just as Cyclonus had expected. He sent a simple nonverbal acknowledgement of the Seacons' efforts thus far and resumed assessing the arrival of additional resources from the 2nd Expansion Fleet as they made themselves known.

With the ship's in formation, Cyclonus had ordered the Tyrannis forward and the others subsequently fell in to their own positions. 10 light hours might seem like a considerable period of time, but Cyclonus knew better. Just as Scorponok did, hence the cutoff point for cancellation being at 4. They would need the majority of those 10 hours to ensure that all battle forces were assembled and equipped aboard their respective ships for when the assault commands were given.

Cyclonus transmitted data and maps regarding the specifics of the strategy they had formulated just a short time ago. The captains of each vessel would then work to ensure that their ship would not be the weakest link in the chain.

There was, however, one piece of the puzzle missing. Cyclonus had been about to send a second request for information--there would be no third--when the information he was seeking came in. On a holoscreen in front of him, Scourge's face materialized.

"I have succeeded. Transmitting the access codes to you now, Cyclonus."

"Excellent," Cyclonus said, before at last turning to Scorponok with something productive to report. "The Technobot has been compromised. I'm forwarding Scourge's findings to your station now, commander."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Cryhavok » Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:10 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Hangar

It was close. So very close. The atmosphere in the hangar was intense, almost tangible. Hundreds of Decepticons standing by. Ready to rush into the very heart of Autobot prison facility Garrus-9 through this new space bridge device Scorponok had introduced to them less than an orn ago. His Terrorcons stood ready, as eager to kill and maim as always. Insecticons Hardshell and Ransack were also there, both surrounded by dozens of their clones. Even the presence of the gutsy shock trooper whom had dared to enter the Terrorcon Den did not go unnoticed by Hun-Grrr. Perhaps he would see if Iguanus had what it took to be a Terrorcon if he survived Garrus-9. The Horrorcon Apeface was also present, bouncing across the vast hangar in his primate form, obviously inspecting troops. The other Horrorcon, Snapdragon was oddly enough nowhere to find. Not that one Horrorcon mattered. Not with so many Seekers and Sweeps present. And of course, more Vehicons than he cared to count for.

Yes. The very idea of the carnage that would follow made Hun-Grrr's mouths salivate cutting fluid. He could almost taste the delicate metal skin of some hapless Autobot being torn to shreds by his jaws. The idea of this technology not working did not even cross the Terrorcon leader's mind. So strong was his belief in the High Commander's scientific genius. The fact that he had witnessed Scorponok himself walking through a portal generated by the device back in LV-117 only solidified his trust.

It was only the matter of the portal generator being activated and the attack order given now. It couldn't be much longer. Not if everything went according to plan Scorponok and Cyclonus had laid out. Any moment now. Any moment.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Drop Bear » Thu Feb 21, 2013 9:20 pm

Motto: "Well, I'll be a Cybertronic bolt-bat!"
Weapon: Poison-Tipped Missiles
Hangar

Having visited the infirmary to tend to the wounds Sinnertwin had dealt him, Iguanus stood in the hangar, arms folded across his chest-plate. Curiosity getting the better of him, he swept the area with his gaze, taking in the Decepticons ready to assault the Garrus-9 facility. Quite the gathering, with more still arriving to expand the already impressive numbers present.

Chief among them, Iguanus noticed, were the Terrorcon unit and the Insecticons, Hardshell and Ransack. Even amidst the shifting sea of Decepticons, they were easy to spot; the former of the two's sizes and alternate modes helping them stand out, while the latter's diaclones, chittering away and numerous, were a sight difficult to miss. Iguanus recognised other face-plates but paid them scant attention.

The battle would begin soon. A glorious battle promising many foes worthy of being slain by Iguanus. The thought sent a delightful shiver through his frame.

He considered talking to the Terrorcons, maybe even provoke them a little, but decided against it. The incident involving the invasion of their filthy hole of a den was fresh. And the destruction they would soon unleash on Garrus-9 could be heaped upon anyone foolish enough to disturb them at this fragile time, when all they wanted to do was maim and devastate.

Putting two and two together, Iguanus knew the response he would receive. It was far from welcoming.

So he waited. Waited for the moment when the assault would be sanctioned to proceed.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby #Sideways# » Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:09 pm

Motto: "Wake up. Wake up and smell the ashes."
Weapon: Dual Compression Cannons
OoC: Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a thread-viewer... In other words, this post is a giant.

Pestilence - Bridge

Ugh. Yeah, "ugh" pretty much summed up the entirety of the Pestilence. Mushy, everything stuck to you, the stench was driving Overbite insane, though not more than Skalor's "essence", and worst of all, pretty much everything crawled. You would need to watch your step in some places, out of fear of squishing a young Swarm clone. It was depressingly disgusting, much to the chagrin of Overbite.

Skalor, however, was right at home. He liked everything like this. It gave him a reason to be fouler than his surroundings. It was like some moronic rivalry between the stinky fish and the ship itself.

Watching the Swarm pour out of the room, Overbite walked over to the chair in one of the weapons terminals. Overbite didn't know why he was so optimistic about having a clean place to sit, but he was depressingly wrong. The seat was covered in a film-like goop.

"Primus I hate this place." grumbled Overbite, deciding to stand instead of soiling his armor for weeks.

"I like it. So many-" Skalor paused to take a deep breath in, waving his hand in the air as if a chef preparing a pot of stew was trying to get a whiff of his creation, "Ah, smells to go about."

Skalor sat across the room (thankfully) and promptly sat down in the chair in front of his own weapons terminal with a loud squishing noise, then proceeded to rub himself in the seat to continue said disgusting noise, causing it to echo around the bridge.

Trying to get his mind off the annoyance across the room, Overbite activated the terminal and readied himself for incoming orders. And even though it didn't look like it, Skalor did the same.

*****

Semper Tyrannis - Holding Cell #117

Nightbeat leaned against the wall, taking in what Pointblank told him. Hosehead hadn't been brought in this way? Disturbing at the best. Knowing the Insecticons, there was probably a Cerebro Shell being planted on Hosehead, or worse.

"Hopefully he doesn't do anything moronic and gets himself killed." Nightbeat said with a sigh.

Nightbeat wondered what other members of his little detective-circle were also imprisoned here... Siren, Minerva... Hm.

"So how'd you wind up here, Pointblank? Swarm get you, too?" Nightbeat asked, carefully examining the hallway and it's inhabitants.

*****

Wheelie's mind - Bridge of the Rhythm

Wheelie had forgotten how beautiful the Rhythm was. Gold and chrome, untarnished from the dust storms she had been through. The sun reflected off the golden exterior in a harsh flare. This wasn't just for show, this startling bright exterior was to blind gunners in the right conditions. Unfortunately, these were not of the conditions.

Wheelie stood in the middle of the room, but no one noticed him. This was one of his memories. The floor beneath his feet shook violently. Everyone in the room grabbed hold of anything to stay standing, yet Wheelie was unshaken.

"Report!" barked Cleff, who was sitting tranquilly in her Captain's chair.

"Shields are steadily diminishing at 10 percent!" one transformer called from the corner.

Pressing the button on he chair, Cleff addressed the chief engineer.

"Engine Room, how is that Transwarp Drive coming?" Cleff yelled into the comm on her chair.

"Thirty seconds, mam!" the voice called out through the chair.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently, and a blue corona suddenly disappeared around the Rhythm. The shields were down. A starship came into view on the viewscreen firing purple laser bolts from turrets on the top and bottom of the hull. Their target was the engine room. Upon impact, the engine room erupted into flames. No one could have survived that explosion.

Sparks and stabilization bars fell from the ceiling, showering the area with debris and fire. Suddenly, drill-tipped tentacles sprouted from the starship and shot towards the Rhythm at breakneck speeds. The ship lurched to the side with a jolt when the tentacles slammed into the side of the hull. They then began to drill away, then, once they punctured the hull, they clamped into place.

"We're being boarded! Battle stations, Autobots!" Cleff cried, then turned her chair to face the doorway to the Bridge.

Wheelie turned to where she was facing and saw a familiar small face peeking through the door frame: His own.

"Wheelie, we need to go. Follow me!" Cleff said urgently, standing up from her chair and jogging up to Wheelie.

Grabbing his hand, the two of them ran along the corridors, followed closely by the observing Wheelie. Just ahead, screams were heard down the hallway that was left open by an open door. Muttering a mostly silent apology, Cleff fired her weapon into the panel on the wall. The door closed instantly. Placing her smoking weapon on her hip, Cleff grabbed Wheelie's hand again and pulled him along.

"Wheelie, I'm afraid that this fate I have given you will be worse than death." Cleff said, turning the corner and entering the Escape Pod bay.

All but one of the pods were offline. There would be no way to even open the hatch on the other single-man pods. If only past-Wheelie knew that. Cleff walked Wheelie over to the open pod and carried him into it.

Kneeling down, Cleff dispensed a small syringe from her hip compartment and jabbed it into Wheelie's neck. Then, she pulled out yet another needle and jabbed it into Wheelie's wrist. Wheelie jolted back with pain, but Cleff held him steady.

Dispensing Wheelie's favorite toy -- his Slingshot -- from her pocket, Cleff handed it to Wheelie. She then pulled out her pocket knife, several dots inscribed on the blade and all.

"Take my knife. Press this button to detach the blades, this one to display all three and retract them. Fold it in with your hand." Cleff said, suddenly taking notice of a pounding at the door and maniacal laughs on the other side.

"Cleff? Why are you giving me this knife?" Wheelie asked, taking the hilt of the blade.

"It is important, now listen to me. Do you remember that song I sung to you when you were younger?" Cleff asked urgently, checking back to the door periodically.

"Yes...?" Wheelie said, puzzled.

"Sing it," Cleff said, looking back at the door, now blazing with sparks. They were cutting through, "I'm sorry Wheelie. I... I am so sorry. This fate I am giving you might just be worse than your death, here. Goodbye, Wheelie. I have always-"

Before Wheelie could react, the grief stricken Cleff slammed the airlock shut and jabbed the auto-launch button.

Though he couldn't hear much, Wheelie heard the shouts orders, and Cleff's gun firing. Purple lasers fired back, striking her in the shoulder and chest. She was brought to one knee. Tears welled in Wheelie's eyes as he banged his fist on the window, crying out Cleff's name repeatedly.

Another Transformer walked over and grabbed Cleff by the throat and began to speak to her through clenched jaws. The simple stubborn glare from Cleff was the answer, and the Transformer responded with a curt nod. Then, a large blade formed in the Transformer's hand, then was driven into the chest of Cleff. Wheelie heard her scream.

Tears poured down Wheelie's face as he banged on the door with both hands. The Transformer, noticing the banging, turned to face Wheelie, Cleff's energon dripping from him and Cleff's body hanging from his sword, limp. Brushing off Cleff from his sword, he turned to face Wheelie, giving him a toothy grin. The face of the killer was not the only face burned inside of Wheelie's mind, it was also the face on his chest.

Suddenly, the Auto-Launch kicked in, firing the thrusters and jettisoning him from the Rhythm. Heartbroken, Wheelie slumped back into the chair he was sat in by the now dead Cleff. He curled into a fetal position and began to do what he was told.

"We'll run, run, run about and see what we can see
We'll do whatever we can do, happy as can be...
" Wheelie recited, repeating the song many times.

The screen on the door was calibrating a route for reentry for the planet they were over. Wheelie didn't care, in fact, he didn't care about anything. He would soon care, however, for that planet was named LV-117 and it was going to be his home for a very long time.

He began to enter the atmosphere, and the world began to fade. Everything began to go black, a voice was heard, one that was unfamiliar, it said in a muffled voice about delivering something. A hot pain was at his temples, Wheelie cried out in pain and bloodthirsty rage-

Repair Bay

Wheelie awoke with a howling yell. With a will not entirely of his own, Wheelie grabbed a syringe from the table next to him and threw it like a throwing star at whomever was standing in front of him. The Vehicon ducked just in time, for the syringe was going to pierce his optic. Wheelie tore the diodes and cords from his body, howl unrelenting.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Panting, Wheelie sat there, devastation about him, wondering just what happened.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sat Feb 23, 2013 11:46 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Semper Tyrannis--Bridge

The primary doors to the bridge slid open after Mindwipe had entered the clearance code. It was always awe-inspiring to be standing on the bridge of the flagship of the 2nd fleet. The only thing more impressive would be standing on the bridge of the flagship of the 1st fleet. Megatron's fleet. With Megatron on the bridge, ordering them forward.

Mindwipe shivered a little internally at the thought, enjoying just the idea. But he quickly refocused upon the reason that had brought him here in the first place--Cipher's summons.

"I couldn't walk here fast enough. I almost flew down the corridors," Mindwipe said with a grin as he approached his fellow Decepticon and looked around eagerly for any clue as to what the summons might be regarding. An artifact they found on the planet that had some sister relic? A new archive entry? A piece of decrypted code? So many things could lie within Garrus-9 and capture Cipher's attention that Mindwipe's imagination could scarcely keep from spiraling out of control. Only Cipher's words would help it to recover from the tailspin in which it already found itself.
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Repair Bay

The Vehicons, one having dodged what was apparently some kind of reactive attack, raised their weapons at the young protoform--per standard protocol--and prepared to fire in the event that the non-Decepticon continued his aggressive actions.

As he did not, the weapons were slowly lowered and the Vehicons computed and executed the orders they had been given by a superior previously.

"Non-aligned indigenous lifeform designate: Wheelie--your presence is requested by Decepticon Mindwipe. Do you intend to comply?"

The Vehicons had orders in place regardless of how Wheelie chose to answer.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Cryhavok » Sun Feb 24, 2013 1:39 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Bridge

"I see. Keep me posted." Scorponok replied back to both Sparkstalker and Wingspan. And just in time to be presented Scourge's findings by Cyclonus.

"Excellent Cyclonus. You many commend Scourge and his aide in my behalf."

The codes were matching. Scattershot however had clearly held more codes than Lightspeed. This revelation was going increase the efficiency of their cyber-warfare assault greatly.

"Cyclonus, forward the codes to Sparkstalker and Wingspan. This decides it. We will continue according the plan."

It was obvious the two computer wizards would provide his fleet an initial advantage through usage of the acquired Autobot command codes but Scorponok had no reason to believe this advantage would last forever. The Autobots could not have kept fighting this war against the Decepticons for so long were they been as incompetent as too many Decepticons seemed to believe. They had their own system geniuses. At the very least the Autobots would be able to slow down the advancement of the Decepticon cyber-warfare attack after being caught off guard first. If the enemy had their best minds available, they would halt the cyber attack altogether following the first few losses.

The enemy however, had no answer against the onslaught coming from a precision space bridge assault that they had never experienced before.

The plan was clear. The frigate Spirit of Wrath and two corvettes would drop their ghost shields when the fleet would reach the range Decepticons used to regularly scout the enemy territories. The Autobots would send some of their ships to drive them off like they always did. The Decepticons ships targeted would react like usual. Delay as long possible to acquire their scouting data before turning tail before engagement would be inevitable. This time however, this action would bring the Autobot ships against the whole might of the cloaked Decepticon fleet.

Having weakened the enemy defenses through taking out part of their defense fleet, the Decepticons would move to take against those ships having been left to defend the prison moon.

Steelhaven, the flagship of the Autobot fleet would be priority target of the Decepticon cyber-warfare attack. The stolen command codes would allow its weapons to be disabled long enough for it to be boarded.

With such a major blow against the Autobot orbital defenses, the Pestilence would spearhead the assault against the enemy ground targets while their capital ships would keep the rest of the Autobot fleet busy. At the very same time Scorponok would lead majority of his troops straight into the prison facility itself through the 'ground bridge'. A total surprise of this scale would allow the Decepticons to secure several key locations inside the facility - the Command Center and power station of the facility being their main targets. The loss of the heart of Garrus-9 and the following release of the prisoners was going to throw the enemy to chaos - breaking their communications and leadership.

From there on, it was just matter of breaking the remaining resistance cells one by one while working to secure the prize he was gunning for. Holding the facility and defeating Fortress Maximus would just be a bonus. Not something he would sacrifice too much against. If the situation would turn into a prolonged siege, he was going to retreat and regroup.

But not before he had taken what he had come for.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Sun Feb 24, 2013 7:26 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
The Pestilence - Bridge

The lights flickered dimly, casting the bridge of the Pestilence in a sickly pallid green hue. A green viscous substance coated most of the ceiling and walls, adding to the general atmosphere of negligence and filth. Most of the Insecticon horde had retreated after Bombshell had relinquished the bridge to the Seacons, but a few of them still lurked about in the dark corners of the bridge, allotting the team of Seacons some modicum of calm before the storm. Snaptrap glared out at the inky black expanse ahead, his hand resting at its habitual station whenever the Seacons ventured into hostile territory – on the hilt of his sword.

The Seacon Commander’s gaze shifted from that of the stars and the conquest ahead down to his team and their antics. They had taken up their stations as he requested. Satisfactory. All that was left to them was to await orders to initiate the attack. The translucent green light cast long shadows, which kept Snaptrap’s faceplate concealed, his two aurulent optics smoldering out from the darkness.

Soon Garrus-9 Penitentiary would be in the Decepticons’ grasp. Snaptrap could envision the battlefield. The tall, grey structure of the penitentiary would stand on the field of battle, a legion of Insecticon diaclones spread out before it. A great charge would be led; the Insecticons slowly eating their way through the walls of the facility while the Autobots’ automated defenses retaliated. As the danger grew, guards would emerge, allowing for the true slaughter to commence.

The Autobots would fall score by score before the combined might of the Seacons and the Insecticon horde. Snaptrap’s incendiary sword would cleave open the internal mechanisms of each Autobot to feel its bite, unleashing a fount of innermost Energon to splatter over his armor. A battle was never truly begun without the stains of a fallen adversary’s energon decorating one’s armor.

Returning from his mental strategizing, Snaptrap punched in a few commands on the command chair causing the schematics of the Pestilence to display on one of the screens. Snaptrap’s optics scanned over it briefly, noting the locations of drop pods. Snaptrap idly perused the rest of the schematics for “later” after having noted all of the nearby drop pod locations. It always helped to know the lay of the land when in hostile territory even if one did not plan to implement that knowledge.

The sound of quiet, frenzied chittering made Snaptrap glance back toward a small gathering of three diaclones who hastily averted their gazes from the Seacon commander as he looked at them. Turning back around, Snaptrap resumed his perusal of the Pestilence’s schematics. The chittering soon resumed, though quieter than before.

Snaptrap suddenly stood and whirled around, leveling his atom smasher gun at the congregated Insecticon diaclones and fired, blasting them into scrap. The very few diaclones remaining in room burst out of their dark corners in a manic attempt to escape. Snaptrap put away his gun and sat back down in the command chair, resuming his former occupation as if nothing had happened. The diaclones were still abuzz in a frenzy overhead. Soon enough, however, they had all vacated the bridge. The assault would be no worse for wear for the loss of three diaclones. The shadows consumed Snaptrap’s faceplate in darkness once more as his amber optics glowered outward to the conquest ahead.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Ember » Mon Feb 25, 2013 9:10 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Semper Tyrannis – Bridge

The prompt response from the hypnotist sent a sense of excitement through the short slim body of Cipher as he looked back at the image of the Garrus-9 map that filled the terminal’s screen before him. With the help of Mindwipe, and a small, yet formidable, contingent of other mechs he’d be able to get to and in to the Aequitas chamber. And once inside he’d crack open the super-computer and plunder its contents in the name of the Decepticon Empire.

To his great surprise, and to his relief, Cipher didn’t have to wait long before the hypnotist was striding in his direction. Cipher mirrored Mindwipe’s grin as he stood from the chair and gestured to the screen. “This is what I wanted to show you, my friend.” The scientist tapped the terminal lightly with the tip of his actuator before lightly running it down to the keyboard.

Cipher turned his gaze from the other Deception and cast it onto the map. “Imagine what we could do with this.” His voice was low, wistful, his features so serene he looked as if to be entranced. Cipher shook his head lightly before clearing his vocalizer and sending his associate a curt nod. “Um, yes. As I was saying. This, Mindwipe, is something the Autobots hoped we’d never find.” The scientist scoffed as he haughtily crossed his arms over his chest. “They tried to hide it. They were unsuccessful.” With a snort Cipher offlined his optics and shook his head. “Dirt-shoveling wastes of energon and existence. We should have exterminated them when we had the chance. Autobots. Bah!” The comment was spat out in the Primal Vernacular.

He cast an apologetic glance at Mindwipe before refocusing his attention. “Aequitas. This is where it’s located, and I’d like you to accompany me to plunder its hard dive.” He brought a servo up and rubbed his chin in thought. “But we’ll need a few warriors and some Vehicons for cannon fodder. There’s no doubt the Autobots will have the chamber heavily guarded. Any ideas?”
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Tue Feb 26, 2013 11:20 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Semper Tyrannis--Brig

"Hosehead is...usually pretty calm, yes? I'm sure he'll be fine," Pointblank said, attempting to be reassuring even though his tone carried no great enthusiasm. It rarely ever did, one way or the other. He was here to work. That was why he had joined the cause. And despite the monumental length of time, his work was not over. It would be over when the war was over, or he himself had returned to the Allspark. Fate had clearly not yet decided to grant either.

"Sweeps," he then added simply, answering Nightbeat's question. "Sweeps and Horrorcons. More than enough to overrun our little group."
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Semper Tyrannis--Hangar

Sinnertwin nor any of the other Terrorcons had been allowed to remain idly within the den for too long, and it was probably just as well, as the encounter with Iguanus had left the duel-headed Terrorcon hound doubly hungry for battle. With anything, be it Autobot or Decepticon.

Within the hangar itself, a growing mass of mechnanoids made steadily made their presence known as they assembled for what would consist of this wave of the attack force.

A passing Decepticon grunt gently nudged Sinnertwin as he made his way to his own formation, eliciting a low, threatening growl as one of its heads eerily turned around to see who had done it. The Decepticon--immediately recognizing the mistake he had made, held both of his hands up innocently.

"S-Sorry, excuse me," the grunt said, before picking up his pace a little and moving as far away from the Terrorcons as quickly as he could manage.

"Sorry. Yes. You are," Sinnertwin said, before the second head turned back around to stare in the same direction as the first.

Directly at Iguanus.
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The Pestilence--Bounce Chamber

As the core three Insecticons progressed deeper and deeper in to their ship, en route to the bounce chamber, the population density of the diaclones increased accordingly, as all had received the instructions from their masters on where to be and when to be there.

Mid-way through a step, Kickback stopped and clutched at a wall, gasping. The other two stopped and looked at him.

"They...did it again. Vile treachery," Kickback choked out.

Both Bombshell and Shrapnel knew to what Kickback was referring without even having to ask. The Seacons, their butcher of a commander especially, had already executed several of their kin. Their offspring, in some sense. And for no reason. It made them all seethe with hatred that much more profoundly.

"See that our nestmates stay well clear of the bridge, and the Seacons in general," Bombshell said, silently sending that very order through to the hundreds of diaclones that he personally controlled. "For each one they take from us, our wrath will be, eh, revisited upon them tenfold."

"Hehe. And feast on them like electron-rich vanadium vanadium," Shrapnel said, his cheerful tone underplaying his only deadly desires to exact swift and painful revenge upon the interlopers aboard their home.

As they entered the chamber itself, the chittering amongst the diaclones seemed to grow increasingly more intense. All of them knew that a battle was coming.

And a Cybertronian feast would follow.
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Semper Tyrannis--Bridge

Cyclonus nodded at Scorponok's initial command, forwarding the commander's acknowledgement to Scourge and Soul Siren for their efforts before sending the codes forward to Sparkstalker and Wingspan so that they could do what they did best.

"Join me on the bridge, Soul Siren. Scourge, ensure that your Huntsmen are fully prepared, wherever they may be," Cyclonus said, giving the two the last orders they were likely to receive before the attack commenced. Important, final preparations were underway on all ships. Cyclonus would leave nothing to chance aboard the flagship itself.

Even more importantly was Scorponok's confirmation that the compromising of the Technobot had locked their strategy in place. Cyclonus' circuits twinged slightly in anticipation. He had not tasted battle, a true and worthy battle, since the earliest days of the Nebulan invasion and the Autobots' attempts to protect the Nebulan capital. Now they would head into the steely den of Fortress Maximus, where many of their Decepticon brothers lay imprisoned, and bring the full force of Megatron's vast reach hammering down upon them.

Watching the starlines streak past them on the viewscreen as they traveled ever closer to their destination, Cyclonus began his own series of internal diagnostics and weapons checks to ensure that he would be as ready as any other Decepticon to enter the field of battle.
___

Mindwipe stood eagerly next to Cipher, watching as the Decepticon wasted no time in revealing what had caught his attention.

And disappoint him, Cipher certainly had not.

Mindwipe's optics brightened as his intrigue level increased. He stepped closer to the monitor, looking more intently at what Cipher was showing him.

"The judgement machine," Mindwipe said, his voice tone low and cautious. Mindwipe was not an overly exceptional scholar of history, and of legal history even less, but he knew of the existence of Aequitas just as most Decepticons did, even if they had only heard the word mentioned in passing. In the old days, it was the device responsible for sending many of their comrades to prison and, accordingly ensuring the clear consciences of those sentient Cybertronians whom were entrusted to employ it.

He looked over as Cipher seemed to curse in Old Cybertronian. Mindwipe knew not what he was saying, but he could certainly get the gist and would surely have seconded the notion if he could.

"I would take great pleasure in accompanying you, of course," Mindwipe said, his gaze still transfixed by the screen. "As you say, the Autobots will surely have this....thing...well guarded. What a gold mine this prison moon is turning out to be. With a victory here, we may well turn the tide of the war."

Somewhere within this prison lay the potential to assemble the titanic Monstructor, free countless Decepticon allies, destroy Fortress Maximus and, now, assume control of the awe-inspiring Aequitas machine for ends that Mindwipe even couldn't fully fathom. It was a lot to absorb, but Mindwipe was eager to do his best in seeing it become a reality.

The Decepticon hypnotist quickly accessed another screen, pulling up the massive roster of the Tyrannis and beginning to peruse its contents.

"We can pilfer Vehicon surplus warriors, in the field of battle if nothing else. Seekers too. So far from Starscream, they are little more than drones themselves, mentally at least. They would do as we tell them. Alas, strategy is not my strongest skill, but I would certainly do whatever I can to aid your accomplishing this goal and securing this machine for our purposes."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Vulkan » Wed Feb 27, 2013 7:18 pm

The Pestilence - Lab


Rust Cut looked at Kickback with a smirk stating the fallowing, "Oh please this is MY lab. Any company would be foolish to try anything around here. I've booby trapped countless weapons on board in the scenario someone would try to end my research and well... Do you really think someone who'd waste that much time with such task wouldn't have some automated defense? ...But then again if their using weapons I didn't make..."

Rust Cut scratched at the rust on her face scraping away thinking. "Either way my research is too vital to destroy."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Drop Bear » Thu Feb 28, 2013 3:28 am

Motto: "Well, I'll be a Cybertronic bolt-bat!"
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Hangar

It could be argued that patience was a quality most Decepticons did not own. When the Empire consisted of savages, psychopaths, thugs, sadists, thieves, general foulness, and the occasional self-proclaimed god, this was tricky to defend against.

Of course, it did have its more respectable types, few and far between as they were, but with these Decepticons congregated in this hangar barely able to refrain from lashing out and committing violence until the assault on Garrus-9, discipline took a dive and tempers flared.

And it was such a pleasure to watch.

Iguanus had to do something, didn't he? Keeping to himself, employing patience: how dull. Amusement was needed and the mechanoids here provided it in spades.

Peering at the various knots of Decepticons, gaze leaping from group to group, Iguanus spied a delightfully entertaining scene. Some poor fool—he had no idea who—walked past Sinnertwin, accidentally hitting him. Well, he wasn't having any of that, and in a typical display, carried on like a buffoon. Terrified, the poor fool made a quick departure before he could be eaten, which seemed to be a possibility.

Iguanus smiled. His companion had yet to disappoint him.

Then he himself became the object of the Terrorcon's frustration, two pairs of malevolent crimson optics levelled at him.

Oh, encore, please! Encore! Such a tease, you are.

Iguanus responded by wiggling his digits at Sinnertwin, a wave more used by femmes to attract the attention of and flirt with the gentlemechs they fancied. He knew it would cause a host of problems, and that was precisely why he did it.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Cryhavok » Tue Mar 05, 2013 2:31 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Garrus-9 Penitentiary - Command Center

Another boring day at the surveillance station. As if anything was ever going to happen here aside occasional brawl between prisoners. Or the once in an orn Decepticon scout ship popping on the far fringe of the star system only to be driven off by the Autobot fleet stationed in the Elba System. Speaking of prison brawls, there hadn't been a single one since that encounter between that odd little psycho with restraint harness and that gangbanger 'con with a name that he really didn't live up to. Unless of course, this little altercation between Spree, Whirl and this Decepticon whose name he just couldn't remember... Brainfly? Wildbird? Something like that - would turn into one.

Yeah, Vantage saw it all. If Whirl or the others thought their little games went unnoticed, they were wrong. The prison wards were flooded with surveillance equipment. You never knew when a prisoner would let something important to slip by. Too bad those who actually held information worth of Vantage's time hardly ever let anything slip. So yeah. Whirl and Spree, they were so busted. Or would have been if Vantage had been an Autobot of unwavering morals. See, as far as he was concerned, these Decepticon murderers deserved all the abuse they were subjected to. He would gladly follow the show and conveniently fail to inform Fortress Maximus of these occurrences within the prison wards.

Though Vantage suspected that the warden knew what was happening in his facility. The big guy had suffered enough in the hands of the Decepticons to let something like this slip by on every occasion it took place and then some. Of course, that was just wild speculation Vantage couldn't afford to bring under scrutiny. Maximus could very well share Optimus Prime's unwavering ideals and Vantage was not about to gamble on those odds. To even think of losing this job because of an ill placed freudian slip sent shivers across his spinal strut. Slag no he was going to get demoted to waste processing just because he thought big Max might not be as valorous as most people were led to believe.

Yeah, better to just let Whirl work his magic in peace. At least he was bound to get some entertainment out of this job because of nutcases like Whirl.

And this was the point when his boring day took a turn for worse. Vantage just didn't know it yet. The surveillance terminal he was manning went from nothing at all to alert mode. Three unidentified and unscheduled ships had entered the reach of their surveillance equipment. A Decepticon scouting party - it had been months since the last one. Finally something worth of reporting over.

>>"Surveillance engineer Vantage to Fortress Maximus. We have three unidentified vessels in the radar range. They are not responding to our communications. Their behavior pattern suggests we are dealing with a Decepticon scouting party. Waiting for further orders."<<
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Tue Mar 05, 2013 3:57 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9--Cell Block A

"So how'd you get the name 'Tyrannicus'?" Treadrock said, looking inside the cell where the inmate inside appeared to be relaxedly watching a scraplet gnaw on a small iron pipe. "I mean...sounds kinda big, you know? Like you were one of Megatron's generals or something."

The small inmate inside looked over at the guard for a moment before quickly looking back at the scraplet with its metallic jaws grinding softly against the heavy-grade industrial piece of steel.

"I....em, well, it sounded good at the time. When I was initiated or released from the Allspark or whatever happened there was already a war going on. Once I got an idea of what was going on, I knew that I wanted power. Everyone seemed to be trying to get it. I figured...well, I figured if no one could see me and just hear the name they might follow me. Some did."

The guard smiled. He didn't work shifts in "A" block that often, mostly because this cell block barely needed guards to begin with and he was usually needed elsewhere. It was the most minimally secure, least-restrictive section of the prison. Working a shift here was almost like having a day off and still getting paid.

Treadrock had to admit, the little mech had some bearings. Soundwave had Casseticons who this guy couldn't quite stand optic-to-optic with, and that was pretty bad. Especially if he was going to try and lead anything other than a parade.

"So how'd you end up here?"

Tyrannicus stroked the top of the scraplet's head, careful not to give it too much attention lest it turn its voracious appetite towards him and chuckled a little before giving the guard a response.

"I got turned in by one of my own guys. I think he was embarrassed to have ever worked for me. He couldn't run off to Megatron fast enough. Heh. Kinda funny actually. You Autobots let him go in exchange for me, and he probably turned out to be a bigger threat than I was ever going to be," Tyrannicus said, sighing. "Such is war, right?"

"Heh. Yeah," Treadrock said. "Well, you just keep doing what the reports say you been doin' and you'll be outta here when the war's over. Maybe even sooner."

"Hah. Maybe. I don't know. I think I'm safer in here at this point. The war's way bigger than me. In every sense. I'd just get walked all over. Again--literally."

This time, Treadrock actually laughed.

"Nice. Well, privilege time is over. I'm gonna need that scraplet back," Treadrock said, retrieving the energy-shielded container that it had been kept in previously. "I think you might've come a little closer to taming it. Er, him. Her?"

"Sure," Tyrannicus said, scooping up the scraplet, still contentedly munching away on its pipe, and walking over to the bars and poking his hands through. "It's a she. I pretend it is, anyway. I don't think they really have gender. They are cute though."

The bars were so thin that even a mech the size of Tyrannicus could probably bend them and wheedle his way out if he wanted to. Not that he ever would. He had earned his way into this block of the prison and he would not ever jeopardize losing it--and risk getting sent back to the harsher areas. No, "A" block suited him just fine, even if conventional prison gossip meant that the "A" stood for "Absolutely no threat to anyone".

Tyrannicus' grip fumbled slightly and the pipe dropped to the floor, clinking several times before rolling to a stop. At that moment, the scraplet looked up at Tyrannicus, staring at him with its oversized optics for an astrosecond or two before its mouth began to open wider. Treadrock reached down and quickly snatched the critter and secured it in its case. Tyrannicus chuckled a little as he went back to his slab.

"Activity period coming up soon," Treadrock said. "Might as well just chill out 'til then."

Tyrannicus laid down on his slab, putting his hands behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Yeah. Might as well."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Ember » Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:23 pm

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Garrus – 9 Penitentiary – Command Center

It had taken a bit of time but Regulator had finally relaxed enough to put all of his apprehensions aside and settle back into his work. The call from Brace certainly had been nerve racking what with the potential career destroying information Brace had on the poor surveillance specialist.

Since that call Regulator had gone back to monitoring communications and several video feeds, when that lazy slaghead, Whiteout, would get back only Primus knew. He’d need to remember to ream the guy out once he arrived back at his station. Video surveillance was not his specialty and therefore he really wasn’t sure just what was considered protocol on the floor or what was unacceptable. Of course he could always take an educated guess at both if the need arose.

After several image changes Regulator leaned back and stretched, easing the tension along his spinal structure. With his back arched he was able to see what his neighbor had set on his own monitor. The image was surprising. It looked as if one of the senior guards, Whirl was it? It had looked as though Whirl was involved in some kind of altercation, not only with a Decepticon prisoner but with one of the other guards.

Regulator lowered himself back down into the chair and wheeled over next to Vantage. He pointed a finger at and tapped the screen in front of the other ‘Bot. “Hey. Shouldn’t you call that in?” His question went unanswered when Vantage’s terminal went into alert mode.

The beeping coming from his own terminal drew Regulator back to his station. As Vantage had already witnessed three ships had entered their air space and triggered their warning systems. Regulator went to work trying to contact one or possibly all of the ships, but he was having no luck. Another frequency and still no luck. “I’m not getting anything from them. Not a peep.”

He toggled several switches and slid his hands over the touch screen in attempt to set up his next moves. “I’m gonna try using some older frequencies.”

Garrus – 9 – Southern Wing – Level 4 – Cell Block C

“Fragging glitchborn underclocked piece of slag.” Spree mumbled lowly as he made his way down to Level 4 where he’d be forced to watch the deranged freak while his little caretaker went off gallivanting. What did the little oil-stain need him for anyway? Was he going to be gone that long that he couldn’t leave Kronus unattended?

Streamlight lifted his head from his work when he heard the heavy footfalls echoing from the other side of the block. He carefully stored the datapad in one of the desk drawers and stood to greet the other guard. “Thanks for coming so quickly, Spree. I’m gonna ne…” The older mech waved a hand in front of the flier’s face cutting Streamlight off midsentence. “Cut the slag and tell me why you called me down here.”

The white and red mech’s mouth closed and he gave the ticked off Autobot an annoyed glare. The young guard stepped around Spree and made his way over to the prisoner’s door. He took a quick peek inside taking note that Kronus was still on his cot with his optics offline. Either he was in recharge or he was relaxing. It didn’t matter; he was quiet and therefore wouldn’t antagonize his replacement.

“Well, I have a…an appointment I need to keep so I need you to cover for me.” The explanation was responded to by a heavy groan. “Can’t you just leave the little dirt-shoveling waste of space alone until you get back? I mean he ain’t goin’ anywhere soon, that’s for sure.”

Streamlight pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a tired sigh. “Look, there has to be a guard at his cell at all times. You know that. That means it’s either you or me. We’re the only two assigned to watch him and I have to go.” After explaining, again, to the other guard just why he was asked to perform his duties, Streamlight stepped back to the desk leaving Spree to move to the door of the Decepticon’s cell. He took a look inside and noticed the thief was resting quietly.

“I don’t think I’ll be long. A joor maybe two.” “Yeah, yeah. Just hurry the slag up. I hate being stuck in this hell hole with demento-con.” The flier shook his head as he began to make his way toward the exit. He stopped before turning the corner and looked over his shoulder. “Don’t antagonize him.” Spree waved a hand, “Pft! Whatever.” He shouted back. “I wasn’t talking to you.” Streamlight said before leaving completely.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Thu Mar 07, 2013 1:18 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9--Warden's Quarters

"Manual organization," Maximus said, answering Stingray's question. "Fancy way of saying 'moving stuff'. A lot of things are encoded and holographic, but not everything. Snippet gets wild hairs about reorganizing every once in a while, and he could probably use a hand. If you work out, who knows what else he'll have you do."

Maximus paused for a second. There was really no reason he couldn't grease the skids a little and introduce this mech to the facility librarian. Maybe help one more inmate get on the path to actually rehabbing themselves out of this endless war.

"You know, I might just have time for--"

>>"Surveillance engineer Vantage to Fortress Maximus. We have three unidentified vessels in the radar range. They are not responding to our communications. Their behavior pattern suggests we are dealing with a Decepticon scouting party. Waiting for further orders."<<

The warden had frozen in mid-step, taking in every word of the sudden report after the phrase "unidentified vessels" had been uttered. Moreover, Vantage's indication that this could potentially be Decepticon-related, in any way, was cause for increased concern. Especially given the fact that the ships in question were not responding to communication attempts: an obvious sign that the other party was not interested in communicating and not some sort of technical glitch. If they were, in fact, Decepticons, then that likelihood increased tenfold.

However, it's not like the ships were attacking, so overreacting was out of the question too.

>>"Code Beta,"<< Maximus responded to Vantage, authorizing an increase in their security response status just one level short of a Code Alpha, meaning the facility in some way, shape or form was under assault and the appropriate response was to be engaged immediately. A Code Beta would get all his staff organized and where they needed to be if these ships were doing anything other than skimming a little too closely to an Autobot penal facility. >>"All staff are to engage in or resume primary duties. All standby crew are to report to their ships. Dispatch an intercept frigate to investigate the ships' reasoning for being here. If they don't respond, we'll respond for them. This is restricted space. Follow the usual protocols. I'm en route to your position now."<<

Just that quickly, Maximus had shifted out of his mindset as a regular prison warden and into an older role--one that he knew very well and did not especially enjoy, all the same--battlefield commander. He looked down at Stingray and the guards.

"Get this one back to her cell," he said to the guards, before looking at Stingray specifically. "I'll arrange for you to meet with Snippet as soon as I can."

The guards did not hesitate and neither did Max. It wasn't often that ships of any kind strayed this far out of the normal lanes of space traffic. He wanted to know what these ships were doing here. Now.
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Garrus-9--Elba Mines

Copperhead looked down as a blinking, orange message came through on his datapad.

"What the slaggin' Pit is this?" he grunted.

"What's doin', chief? What's goin' on?" another said. Copperhead didn't even look at him, choosing to continue mumbling about "glitchspawned prisons" and "slaggin' codes of Autobot conduct" before looking up at the vast network of mines and the miners therein. He increased his vocal decibel levels several times as he spoke his next words.

"Alright, glitches. If you're a commissioned Autobot officer or staff, head topside. NOW! If you ain't, well, yer aft is mine anyway. Keep workin'!"
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