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Mission start number #24465
Action Vos Drive the immigrants from your city
Cybertronian Immigrants Resist and establish

Slowly the blur of speed begins to receed revealing the stunning clarity of the city backdrop. The kind of clarity Urais felt endowed with afther his last stasis cycle. Below he could see how much the new expansion had grown.

The area toward Tarn was already blanketed. Dread filled Urais as he saw his vision again. No he thought I can't allow this to happen as he landed at the entry way to a public hall. Entering the door he knew they would not allow it either.

The loud chants slowly reside as a shadowy figure lowered his arms "Brothers and sisters of Vos, We have been blessed with a message from the ancients. Come brother Urais share this message with all of us."

Urais stands before the assembly scanning the room. "Citizens of Vos as we speak a infection spreads deeper into our city. This immigration threatens to over run our city our way of life even our own purity. The ancients blessed me with the foresight of whats to come and this disease will not stop with Vos, It will spread over the entire planet like cosmic rust if left unchecked. The final message is simple but clear remove the interlopers by any means neccasary for the eternal glory of Vos."


In a large square on the border of Tarn and Vos a large group gathers many conversations break out. Till one member of the group turns to the lone Cybertronian standing above the others on a platform.

"Are you sure about this?" "Yes Vos is the newest city in all of Cybertron. Think of the new market expansion, We can even get started in one of the new residental sectors." Another voice rises from the crowd. "We can't just leave Tarn this is our home our way of life." That is why we should go together we won't leave Tarn. We will take Tarn to Vos and flourish. Eventually borders and city names will mean nothing there will be only Cybertronians and Cybertron."

At this the crowd errupts chanting a ancient phrase so old that it's true meaning may have been lost to interpritation. "Till all are one!"

[Name_Violation]

this is my first go at this.

We placed completed the initial task.the resistance was justt a few old-timers who could barely fight back.the time for the youth is now. they have tried to mount a resistance but have failed. with the exception of 1 or 2 encounters, we faced no further problems.

This might be easier than we planned

[Rebirth Megatron]

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Gremlin stood over the still smoking bodies of Ultrablast and StreetViper2. He only managed to down two of the four abnormals, the name he gives Autobots that fly under their own power, but this was satisfactory as they were ournumbered 6 to 4.

The aged veteran kicks StreetViper2 a few times to make sure he's out of it before turning back to his comrades.

"Ladies, good sir, I think we can call this one a victory. When we return to Darkmount I will buy the drinks. By the way, Seawing666 and Sirena, good job on grounding the abnormals. The unnatural Autobot scum dare to immitate us by taking to the air. The less there are of them the better. If they were meant to fly they would have been born Decepticon." He laughs triumphantly as he transforms back to his plane mode and flies off back to base, the others following as they can.

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They have already set up shops. This place is looking more like Tarn then Vos. I would rather see it look like rubble and so I shall. Citizen Citizen you left your case
A loud explosion rocks the new store fronts cries for help and panic ensues.

They come into our neighborhoods and try to beat us out with fear. We will resist by protecting our homes our shops.last night our watch patrol intercepted these insurgents placing explosives. Unfortunatly the scum escaped but their plan was foiled.

[Name_Violation]

wrought gut


Thesse immigrantsss are sso disssgusssting, yet i hunger. A few bitess should tide me over 'till a better meal comesss along.
"you guyssss finish without me, i musst feed"

[Jeep?]

"For the eternal glory of Vos!"

Reprisal laughed as the skyline behind his erupted in flame and fury. The explosion dwarfed his imposing stature for a second, casting his shadow over the huddled masses of beggars and urchins polluting the slum districts. His laughter grew, cackling, madcap, until it seemed to overpower the din of collapsing shanty houses. Another bombing had taken place, and more of the filth were being driven back to whatever inferior dregs they had scraped themselves out of in order to reach the glorious city of Vos.

Drawing a small knife, a highly ornate blade of the type associated with the gladiatorial arena, Reprisal turned to survey his work. One, two, three... seven buildings were in ruins, engulfed in the fires of purity. With a grimace, the leader of Action, Vos! gouged another seven tally marks along his forearm, admiring the interweaving pattern they formed. Only the people of Hibernium had a history of artwork as intricate as traditional Vos designs. Looking up from his craftmanship, he turned to the street again. The wretches hadn't even stirred. Were they that brazen? He sheathed his knife again, and scrambled for his plasma pistol, rage and indignance clouding his vision. Shooting from the hip, he bounded down the street, sparing none. This was not murder - it was little more than cleansing vermin.

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We have struggled through seven months of danger and threat. Still we remain unwaviering we have struck many a foothold. Our watch has provided security to our communities even govenor Starscream has begun trying those that persacute us.

In the last ten days the beseigement of our plight has reached a new level. Public executions and then this seven bombs ripped our embassy. Despite having the will to resist and outlast within our cores the death of our govenor has ended our time here. We shall return to Tarn and await our own changes under a new lead.

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Iacon Shock Brigades seek to exclave finacial and residential areas of Vos.
Conscripted prisoner strike back to drive the invader out.

"Primus truely shines on us senator. The air strikes have faltered with the withdrawl of Tarn's support in the campaign. Perhaps this will force Shotmaker to the table."

"No those barbarians can't be reasoned with killing for sport and money. No we will go in and annex the city Primus willing the populous will convert to our pure ways. Though I dread the reality will be that most will only see their error in death. Have troopers loaded for combat no inhibitor or stun weapons. They will pay for there abominations and we will be the sword of Primus righteous and true."

With Tarn no longer supporting Vos for fear of a Iacon reprisal. The city strained to produce machines of war needed to take the fight to the enemy. It would not take long before the war was brought on Vos. Iacons reprisal was both swift and brutal.

Govenor Shotmaker sat at a desk piled with reports holo vids flashed images of civillians mowed down at the same rate as soilders. Driven by feelings of anger and futility Shotmaker sent piles of reports hurtling through the air screens where blackened by his fist. Composing himself the Govenor brought up a map of the city his units had all been cut off and encircled. Reinforcments had to come from some where.

"Yes that is correct conscript the prisons." The irratabilty was evident on Shotmakers face evident. "I realize they committed crimes against the people but now they can right there wrong's and if they die in battle it will be as a citizen of Vos not a prisoner."

[Wingspan]

"Fall back!" The command echoed over a field of fallen Iacon citizens, free people decimated by a slave. "The onslaught will continue. These barbarians will fall... in time."

"Yes pure ones, run; run back to your makers," the heavily damaged machine hissed.

"Cool your bloodlust Semiazaz, I expect you still to follow my orders, prisoners now or no. They may no longer have a good fight in them, but remember our origins," Jhudiel barked out, remembering to before prison, before war, and before Vos enslavement had so corrupted his comrades mind. "Go for repairs; you're useless if one more hit will leave you in stasis. That's an order."