Hoven - Buried Secrets

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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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Insidious » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:03 pm

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

“You scavengers won’t touch another thing aboard my ship. Have you all forgotten your native tongue? Why do you speak with the common vernacular?”

Elita's optics narrowed curiously as Nova Prime spoke. The fact that he had simply jumped to the conclusion that they were scavengers of one kind or another did not sit well with her and she did nothing to mask the displeasure that was etched on her face. That being true, she held her words for a few moments so that she didn't wind up jumping to the same conclusions as Nova--that they were dealing with some kind of adversarial force. When she did at last spoke, it was with carefully chosen words.

"My lord Nova Prime," Elita began, offering this mechanoid at least the initial respect that his title warranted. She would never call Optimus "lord", but she also recognized that Nova was quite literally from a different era. She could swallow a modicum of pride and let her language reflect how awe-inspiring it was to be here, on this ship and in their presence.

"These Cybertronians and I have come to you not as scavengers. We were sent on a mission by Autobot High Command to rescue another Cybertronian and then to flee the same captivity that she faced. Our escape...well...it brought us here. We thought there to be nothing on this world until we picked up the signature of this vessel...one that we Cybertronians had long thought to be lost to the universe forever, along with all of you. We came here to revive this ship and, hopefully, to bring you home. As to our choice of words, well, you'll forgive the customs of language. It evolves faster than we do. You and your crew have been gone for, well, a long time."
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Cravex » Tue Oct 30, 2018 11:48 am

Motto: ""I am my business""
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The Ark – Bridge

Thunderclash’s desire to remain quiet and unobtrusive to give the legendary warriors while acclimated to being functional once again was a selfish one, he had to admit, but he didn’t regret it.

This was a moment he would long cherish. Assuming, of course, they found a way off this world.

We will. It’s only a matter of time, and with their help, that time will be short.

Until then, he intended to fully enjoy being in the presence of these great warriors. And, if need be, stress the importance of this moment with his fellow Autobots. Their lack of knowledge was understandable with the war and all, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t correct such things.

Nova Prime wrote:“You scavengers won’t touch another thing aboard my ship.”


That caught Thunderclash offguard and pulled him from his enjoyment of the moment. His optics flashed briefly and he shifted forward slightly at the accusation as part of him regretted his earlier decision. The creaking of his damaged knees and other joints reminded him of his limitations before a stress warning flashed through his processer.

He settled back into his previous stance until the warnings subsided. He had to remind himself that even the most honorable mechs, legendary or not, were capable of overstepping their bounds. It was one thing to show reverence and respect to others’ stations, but to be accused… He didn’t approve of that at all, but such an act didn’t necessarily warrant a physical response.

Nova Prime wrote:“Have you all forgotten your native tongue? Why do you speak with the common vernacular?”


Now that, I can answer respectfully. He was about to respond with a thorough and well thought out counter when Elita-1 responded. Quite well, too, he had to admit, though it would’ve been better in their ancient tongue. Still, the scholar in him took an enormous amount of pride in her response.

Elita-1 wrote: "These Cybertronians and I have come to you not as scavengers. We were sent on a mission by Autobot High Command to rescue another Cybertronian and then to flee the same captivity that she faced. Our escape...well...it brought us here. We thought there to be nothing on this world until we picked up the signature of this vessel...one that we Cybertronians had long thought to be lost to the universe forever, along with all of you. We came here to revive this ship and, hopefully, to bring you home. As to our choice of words, well, you'll forgive the customs of language. It evolves faster than we do. You and your crew have been gone for, well, a long time."


When she finished, he messaged the others.

>>Easy now. Do nothing aggressive unless they attack.<<

He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, though he’d noticed how Galvatron hadn’t kneeled before Nova Prime when he had awoken, and knowing how Cybertornian society was back when they disappeared, it made him nervous.
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Chibi Starscream » Sat Nov 03, 2018 8:27 pm

Motto: ""You and what army, you maxi turkey?!""
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Hoven- The Ark

It was both creepy and amazing being here in a long forgotten relic. Who would have thought anyone would find anything useful on a frozen backwater planet, let alone the legendary Ark-1. Moonracer had gotten lost in the bowels of the ship as the rest of the team had went in search of the crew and the bridge, engine room, etc. She hoped she would find the others soon. For some reason, her location transponder wasn't working. She'd just gotten up from falling down a flight of stairs and hit her head. Now that she thought about it instead of her panic, she could feel a throb in her head and heard a little sparking sound. She touched her head where it had hit the surface after her fall. Glowing energon leaked slowly from the wound. It wasn't life threatening, but it was enough to cause disorientation and lack of some of her usual cognitive system functions.

’I gotta keep going! My friends depend on me! I can't quit now. I've come so far.’, the green racer said to herself. Then, a light flashed red and there was a beeping sound heard, along with an electronic voice playing on the ship's intercom system.

<<SYS-SYS-SYS-SYSTEM SCAN COMPLE-EEE-EeeEEE-TE. PRESENCE DETECT-DETECT-DETECTED: CYBERTRO-TROOOO-NIIIIIIIIIII-TRONIAN SIGNALS CONFIRMED. ERROR! ERROR! PRIMARY POWER NEUTRALIZED; POWER CORE RELAY UNALI-ALLI-ALLI-ALLI-ALINGED. EMERGENCY-EMERGENCY-EMERGEN-CY-CY-CY RESERVES POWERING UP. TELETRAN-AN-AN-AN-TRAN 1: ONLINE. DISENGAGING EMERGENCY CONTAINMENT SYS-SYS-SYS-SYSTEMS.>>

’Teletran-1.’, Moonracer thought to herself as she continued, stumbling along the corridors towards a lighted room where she heard several voices, some of which were strange. She drew her fire arm and held it ready. She had managed to steal it back from one of the Decepticons that had held them captive, back before they had stolen the shuttle, just to crash it into this ice world. Why that Con liked her rifle, she didn't know, but it was good to have it. In any case, she pressed her back against the wall and quietly moved forward with much caution.

Elsewhere…

>>"Um...we've made contact. Direct contact. Anyone that can speak Old Cybertronian needs to get to me, Chromia and Windblade's position, STAT."<<

It was a message from Elita. Lancer had been on her way to the location of Firestar when this had happened, and she didn't know really, how to respond to it. She didn't have any knowledge of Old Cybertronian. She hoped that Elita, Chromia, and Windblade could figure out what to do to communicate with the crew. Was it really the original crew though? If they spoke Old Cybertronian, there was a chance that they really could be Nova Prime and his crew.

For the time being she was making haste down the halls, following the transponder signals of Firestar and Flash.

>>We’re heading for the power cores.<<, came the reply from Firestar.

>>’Roger that. I'm on my way to your location. I can help with the repairs.’<<, she responded. She may be no help talking to ancient Warlords, but she could at least get an engine going.

The Turbomasters…

The neon blue and pink helicopter did his job of navigating, and it always made him feel good to do so. Upon landing and reverting back to robot mode outside of the legendary vessel, Rotorstorm paused for a few nanokliks to admire the sight of the first Ark. However, he quickly would follow Thunderclash and Patchwork while Scorch brought up the rear and they entered into the darkened corridors. Not too long after, they made their way to Elita-1's team, who had come face to face with antiquity itself.

Rotorstorm's visor lit up brighter at the sight of the ancient mechs, particularly the legendary warrior Galvatron.

“Holy Primus.”, he muttered quietly. He followed Thunderclash's instructions, not moving a muscle. He didn't know what was going to happen next. Would the ancient one become hostile or would he accept the presence of the newer mechs. Shouldn't he be grateful their ragtag team had stumbled upon the Ark-1 and triggered their release from their cryogenic “prisons”? At any rate, Rotorstorm was doing his best to remain calm. However, at the slightest sign of aggression towards their teammates, he'd be ready to wreck some afts, legendary or not.

Back to Lancer…

The purple and orange fembot made her away alone down towards the engine room. She was listening to what was going on, as far as what was being broadcast within the Autobot channels. It seemed that indeed, tgey had truly found Nova Prime's cew. It was astounding and surreal, but she knew it was the truth, and yet, like many of her kin, it also seemed ominous. She hoped everything would be alright up there. So, she commed the others,

>>This is Lancer. I can now see the engine room. I'm heading in and will report to you the damage assessment and see what I can do to fire this baby up. Maybe then our Ancient Warlords will be appreciative of us. You just give me the word what you want me to do and I'll make it work best I can.<<

She had no idea that Nova Prime had awakened or that he specifically told the “scavengers” not to tamper with anything else. She did know though, that staying here on this cold barren planet would lead to all of them going into a very long slumber, maybe forever. She didn't want that to happen. So, she started looking around and assessing the damage. Torn cables, defective couplers, and of course the cores were weakened from all these long vorns stuck here in dismal state. However...some tweaking and fibers from other parts of the ship should do the trick to get her started. Other than that, bolts and screws needed to be tightened. Nothing a toolkit couldn't handle! She began searching the room for a maintenance closet with tools and possible replacement parts.

>>Damage is moderate. It can be fixed. However, we would definitely need to stop by the nearest station for a filler-upper. Not that you didn't know that already.<<, Lancer told the Autobots. She soon located the tools that she needed and some parts. However...wiring would need improvisation. She waited for a reply now before getting started.

Back to the Others…

Rotorstorm waited with a great deal of patience, as Thunderclash had ordered. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally get all of his friends killed. Honestly, he hoped that for once in a long time, they could avoid fighting. After all, they were in the presence of a PRIME for Primus’ sake! Sure he wasn't Optimus Prime. No. This guy was an antique, and so were his compatriots. Though...he wondered why Galvatron hadn't knelt like the other guy did. Did they see each other as equals? Were they best friends? He didn't know. He also really wished he knew what they were saying. He couldn't understand the ancient language. The next thing they knew though, Nova Prime was speaking Common? Wow...how about that? Scavengers? Damn...that was harsh.

Moonracer, having been hidden around the corner from the outer hallway, listened quietly and made her way past the Turbomasters and darted after Elita,Chromia, and Firestar as they followed Galvatron and the other dude into the bridge again.

“Whoops, sorry guys!”, Moonracer said, bumping past Patchwork. Looking back, she couldn't help but giggle at his ruffled countenance. However, back to the pressing matter at hand...she slowed behind Elita's group and watched the scene on the bridge play out. Like she had been captivated by pictures in a book about these guys, she now found herself spellbound as she stared at two….no...now three relics from legend. She wondered what would happen next. Were these guys friends or foes?

‘I sure hope they're friends.’, she thought to herself. A dizzy spell then hit her and she staggered, falling against the nearest wall and trying to steady herself. “Owww…”
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Cryhavok » Sun Nov 18, 2018 12:25 pm

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


As Nova Prime spoke to the group of Cybertronians that had caused their reactivation, intentionally or by a pure accident – Galvatron studied them. Analyzed them. Prepared for them. They had given him no reason to change his first impression of them. All in various state of disrepair, yet carrying themselves with experience of seasoned combatants. Scavengers or soldiers on a run from hostiles.

Already he had devised various ways of dispatching them in quick succession in case such action was to be required of him. If the smaller ones were all as weak as the one he had removed from the ship’s computer interface, he felt confident of being able to take care of them within a klik. Only the similar in size to him and Nova Prime might provide to be a challenge but he was clearly in worse shape than most of the smaller ones. All in all it appeared that when it came to potential battle prowess, the Cybertronians had not evolved much while they had slept.

Ah, yes. Common vernacular, of Iacon no less? He had felt it had sounded familiar in some way but it did not surprise Galvatron that Nova Prime – an experienced orator and politician had been far more quicker grasping the basics of their linguistics. Yes, adjusting his translator, Galvatron could now understand the words of the pink fembot more clearly. Prior to this, there had been irregularity to their speech which had made him wary of making conclusions. A while longer and he would be able to talk to them in their own, twisted dialect. Despite of this, he was fine with Nova doing the talking. For now.

As it was, Galvatron was far more interested in Nova bleeding more information out of them. Autobots? Escape? And most importantly… how much time had passed since their crash landing?
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby MasterSoundBlaster » Mon Dec 17, 2018 2:35 am

Motto: "You can run,you'll just die trying"
Weapon: Fusion Cannon
The Ark - Bridge

”These Cybertronians and I have come to you not as scavengers. We were sent on a mission by Autobot High Command to rescue another Cybertronian and then to flee the same captivity that she faced. Our escape...well...it brought us here. We thought there to be nothing on this world until we picked up the signature of this vessel...one that we Cybertronians had long thought to be lost to the universe forever, along with all of you. We came here to revive this ship and, hopefully, to bring you home. As to our choice of words, well, you'll forgive the customs of language. It evolves faster than we do. You and your crew have been gone for, well, a longtime."


Nova Prime fixated on the femme that stood before him with optical covers held at an uncertain squint. She had explained her side of the story briefly but with enough details to clue the ancient Prime into some of the events had transpired before their arrival here, though there were a few words thrown in that left him with even more questions. Words like, “Autobot”... What did she mean by this? Is this the name of her crew? And there was a heavy emphasis on how long they have been away... Was this just some tactic of feeding him lies so he could slip into a false sense of security? These Cybertronians claiming not to be scavengers were indeed a mixed bag of assorted castes judging by their external biology features, this could very well be a group of pirates looking to plunder their vessel in the name of profit.

“A very likely story, though I feel as though I’m left with more questions than answers at this point. So let’s start off with an easy one: Just how long have we been gone for?” Nova inquired, musing Elita’s explanation to see if she was telling the truth or just trying to distract him any longer. There was a sound that drew his attention away from the the pink femme’s gaze, the sound of one her crew falling against the wall further down the corridor. The sound startled the already on-edge Prime, who quickly drew his fusion cannon rifle with surprising quickness despite his condition. The weapon hummed with a rekindled life as he pointed the weapon in the direction of the sound he heard.

“How many more of you are on my ship?! Tell me before I rip you scavengers apart and use your Energon to refuel the Ark! I fought the beast hordes of Onyx with less power than what I possess now, so you better answer quickly!”
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Cravex » Mon Dec 17, 2018 8:13 pm

Motto: ""I am my business""
Weapon: Crossbow
The Ark – Bridge

Nova Prime wrote:“A very likely story, though I feel as though I’m left with more questions than answers at this point. So let’s start off with an easy one: Just how long have we been gone for?”


That’s an excellent question, and one we should have expected, Thunderclash thought as he searched his databanks for the answer. He didn’t want to trod on Elita-1’s toes (It was about respect for the order of rank, and since Elita was the first one here, he felt this was her contact), but he couldn’t allow their first meeting with these ancient Cybertronians to deteriorate into something… primitive. There was already enough of such unnecessary reactions in the universe to—

He turned, not as fast or nimble as usual — he looked forward to repaying these injuries in the future — and his optics flashed as he was prepared to reprimand the responsible Cybertronian, when a quiet, “Whoops, sorry guys!” came from Moonracer.

Making a mental note of her name under the list of those possibly in need of further training, Thunderclash was in the process of turning back to face their elders when Nova Prime took aim in Moonracer’s direction.

Nova Prime wrote:“How many more of you are on my ship?! Tell me before I rip you scavengers apart and use your Energon to refuel the Ark! I fought the beast hordes of Onyx with less power than what I possess now, so you better answer quickly!”


Things could not have gone much worse, and Thunderclash had no intention of allowing them to deteriorate further. To his servos’ dismay, he stepped forward with his hands in the air, showing he wasn’t a threat.

“My Lord,” he began, picking up from Elita-1’s lead, “we are few in number — sixteen total. Elita speaks the truth: we happened upon your vessel frozen on this world by accident. We came to find a way to return home, and with your permission, we ask if you will accompany us." He thought about adding more about how his presense would unify their people and so on, but that wasn't him. Leave that kind of deception to the diplomats.

While he kept his optics on Nova Prime, he sent a message to the others, >>Steady, now. No hasty movements.<<

He didn’t like how this was looking to end. Though he had to admit, having his epitaph read, “Terminated by an ancient,” would be pretty rememberable. If he was into such things.

If it’s a fight you want, I promise you’ll remember our names, he thought, hoping for the best.
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby AFTRHR » Thu Dec 20, 2018 11:49 pm

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[The Ark - Bridge]

The tension was scaling the walls of the room like lizards scampering away from magma. The old Prime’s presence was intimidating, and to an extent, downright frightening. He’d read plenty about Nova Prime’s expansionist ideologies. Most accounts were… frankly speaking, not quite favourable. It didn’t help that, now, he had his firearm in hand, with likely enough power to turn all of them into scrap metal. Hurricane desperately paced his memory tracks to save them.

Nova Prime wrote:"Just how long have we been gone for?”

“6.2 metacycles, my lord,” he began, trying his absolute hardest not to quiver in his voice, “That was when the first Ark, this very ship, left Cybertron on its expedition.” After a display of anger by the ancient Prime, Thunderclash stepped in, saving the deal for the moment by informing him about their numbers.

Thunderclash wrote:>>"Steady, now. No hasty movements."<<

>>"At the moment, in the way we’re going about this, we have a survival rate of 67.4% at best and… 0% at worst, depending on which scenario we follow."<<
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Insidious » Sat Dec 22, 2018 5:06 pm

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

Every answer that Elita-1 provided to the Prime of old only seemed to exacerbate his paranoia. She didn't know what else to say. That was the problem with the truth. With lies, the possibilities were endless. Fortunately Thunderclash had stepped in and attempted to vouch for her account of things. It seemed, for like a quarter-breem, as if Nova Prime might be satisfied by their explanation when a sudden fall prompted him to reveal a rather nasty-looking cannon. The sort of thing a Prime would carry, to be sure.

The Prime had more questions. Fortunately, they had more answers. Answers that were quickly provided by Thunderclash and Hurricane. Elita could only hope to build upon what they had said.

"Please, Nova Prime. We mean you nor your crew nor your ship any harm. As Thunderclash said, if you would accompany us--or permit us to accompany you, I should say--I believe it would be a great success for all of Cybertron."
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Cryhavok » Sun Dec 23, 2018 6:21 am

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


Nova Prime had reacted more aggressively than Galvatron had anticipated but such reaction had hardly been out of question. They had all slept for so long. These Cybertronians were unknown to them. And Nova had just been reactivated. Still, Prime’s action almost caused Galvatron to smirk. Almost. Instead he kept observing their ”saviors” with a steely gaze fitting for a warrior king who had led men to countless battles thorough an extraordinary life spanning millions of years.

He let Nova ask the questions. Taking everything in unfazed as the Prime’s questions were answered by the pink femme and the large injured and by the looks of it – recently tortured mech – whom he assumed to be the leaders of this rag-tag band of Cybertronians. Sixteen of them? Sixteen bots like these they could deal with. At least that’s what they had claimed. Galvatron was too much of a liar himself to believe anyone blindly. Yet, he was good enough judge of character to get the feeling that these followers of ”Autobots” as they had admitted, were likely telling the truth. By accident? So, they had crashed too or at the very least they had been forced to land on this frozen rock. It did add up. If he had to guess, they were on a run from someone. Even without the injuries, the wear and tear on them indicated recent combat activity. Perhaps they would be off use getting off this rock.

Perhaps.

“6.2 metacycles, my lord,” he began, trying his absolute hardest not to quiver in his voice, “That was when the first Ark, this very ship, left Cybertron on its expedition.”

6.2 metacycles?! Galvatron turned to look at Nova Prime. While he fought hard to keep his surprise and disbelief from showing, the very fact that he was even exchanging look with Prime was a testament to it in its own. That couldn’t be, could it?
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Cravex » Thu Dec 27, 2018 2:21 pm

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Hurricane wrote:>>"At the moment, in the way we’re going about this, we have a survival rate of 67.4% at best and… 0% at worst, depending on which scenario we follow."<<


Thunderclash was caught between wanting to groan and remain stoic so Nova Prime didn’t start blasting away.

There wasn’t any doubt he’d choose the latter, as it was in the best interest of those with him. His own injuries figured into his calculations as well, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was little more than a doorstop at the moment.

Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t have options. They just depended on, as Hurricane had so eloquently put it, what scenario they followed.

Which one was the question, and standing within easy striking distance of Nova Prime wasn’t a good place to struggle with such a choice.

Before things went too far, he wanted to know Hurricane’s assessment, so he sent a message back to Hurricane, >>Thank you for your timely statistical analysis, but would you mind sharing which scenario shows the higher success percentage?<<

Elita-1 wrote: "Please, Nova Prime. We mean you nor your crew nor your ship any harm. As Thunderclash said, if you would accompany us--or permit us to accompany you, I should say--I believe it would be a great success for all of Cybertron."


Thunderclash winced inwardly at her stumbling on her words, but kept his thoughts to himself. She was a gifted leader and more than capable under normal circumstances, but in this case, she was overmatched. They all were, to varying degrees.

As much as he hated to admit it, the time may come where he and the others would have to bend a knee for this ancient. Good thing my knee joint’s been locking up lately, he thought, then decided he hadn’t — none of them had. Had they shown the proper respect initially, some of this could’ve been averted.

Was that the answer? Showing weakness to an enemy was unheard of, but to a former Prime?

After spending millennia refusing to kneel, the fact the idea was pushing its way through his processor like a virus didn’t sit well with him.

Besides, what was done was done. All that was left now was to deal with the situation as it progressed. He had little doubt kneeling now would only serve to weaken their word even more.
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby MasterSoundBlaster » Wed Jan 02, 2019 1:14 pm

Motto: "You can run,you'll just die trying"
Weapon: Fusion Cannon
The Ark - Bridge

”My Lord,” he began, picking up from Elita-1’s lead, “we are few in number — sixteen total. Elita speaks the truth: we happened upon your vessel frozen on this world by accident. We came to find a way to return home, and with your permission, we ask if you will accompany us."


Nova Prime continued to hold his ancient rifle up towards Thunderclash as the Turbomaster relayed their story once again. There must be some truth to their tale because it was beginning to sound like a broken record at this point. Either that or they were very persistent liars.

”6.2 metacycles, my lord,” he began, trying his absolute best not to quiver in his voice, “That is when the first Ark, this very ship, left Cybertron on its expedition.”


The moment he heard those numbers from the small, white Autobot, Nova felt his rifle grow heavy. Could he- Could they have really been gone for that long? Eons past by while they were stuck on this frozen hellworld? Nova lowered his weapon, the weight of the realization making his arm go weak before ultimately dropping his weapon. He turned his horned-helm towards Galvatron to see if he was believing this tale as well only to see the barbarian just as shocked and in disbelief as he was.

“No... It can’t be true...” the ancient Prime murmured in disbelief. Slowly Nova Prime stumbled over towards the main console Flash had been shooed off of earlier and lurched over the console, his head hung low and his hands bracing him. When he looked up again he really only just began to notice the build up of ice and snow that littered the bridge of his mighty vessel. It was all adding up and it was beginning to feel like the world was coming down on him.

”Please, Nova Prime. We mean you nor your crew nor your ship any harm. As Thunderclash said, if you would accompany us--or permit us to accompany you, I should say--I believe it would be a great success for all of Cybertron."


“Teletran-1, tell me, is this true?...” Nova Prime asked the console, Elita’s words not falling on deaf audio receptors but pushed back in priority.

<<ST-ST-STARDATE VARIFI-I-I-I-I-IED.>>

Nova sighed at the confirmation. Gone for so long, who knows what has changed in his absence. He could only hope his home has thrived while he was away. If not, it was better to find out now before arriving to see the truth of their history before him.

“Cybertron... Yes, Cybertron...” Nova stated getting back to Elita’s request, “And what has become of our world?”
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Insidious » Fri Jan 04, 2019 8:39 pm

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

The revelation of the actual present date and its susequent verification by the Ark's version of Teletran seemed to do more to adjust Nova Prime and Galvatron's view of their current circumstances than anything Elita-1, Thunderclash or the others could have said.

Elita would certainly not second-guess a free energon goodie. She'd take all the help convincing them that she could get. After all, what was the alternative? A battle right here on the bridge of the most historic ship in Cybertron's history and a virtual guarantee that she and the other Autobots find themselves sharing the fate of Nova and his crew--forgotten on this frozen wasteland of a planet until some other wayward vessel happened upon them, with the distinct likelihood that the next encounter would not be as friendly.

“Cybertron... Yes, Cybertron...And what has become of our world?” Nova asked. Elita's expression became noticeably more somber.

"After millions of years of war, energon dwindled away and vanished. Sparks dwindled away and vanished. Our civilization had to strike out into the universe to find new sources of energon. The war carries on, but our home is dead."
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Re: Hoven - Buried Secrets

Postby Cravex » Sat Jan 05, 2019 4:05 pm

Motto: ""I am my business""
Weapon: Crossbow
The Ark – Bridge

Thunderclash watched with a growing respect as the ancient Prime inquired while standing his ground. He may have been out of his element and time, but he still embodied many of the qualities that all Primes since have strived for.

Still, there was something about him that was… different. Not so much from historical accounts, but from Thunderclash’s own expectation. Had he expected another Optimus? Maybe. After all the millennia he’d served under Optimus, it was difficult to envision another Prime preceding him, even if logic and historical facts said otherwise.

Then, it all changed so much so fast.

While Thunderclash had expected Nova Prime to eventually see reason, he hadn’t figured on Hurricane’s ability to pull up facts to be what dealt the deciding blow.

Well, not really deciding, but the effect the exact amount of time had on the ancient Prime couldn’t be ignored. Had he been another mech, like Skyquake, he would’ve taken advantage of Nova Prime lowering his guard. But that wasn’t Thunderclash. Though, given the circumstances, he did see the wisdom in such an action had Galvatron had his weapon trained on them.

No, it was time to allow the ancient Prime the time he needed. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too long.

Nova Prime wrote:“Cybertron... Yes, Cybertron...” Nova stated getting back to Elita’s request, “And what has become of our world?”


Thunderclash’s processer raced to weigh the best option. How does one go about telling another our planet’s been ravaged by war for millions of years? He had a few ideas, and he found himself just as curious to see the ancient mechs’ reactions as he was to get off this planet.

I’m getting too inquisitive anymore. This is going to be the cause of my deactivation yet.

He sighed inwardly as he prepared to break the news. He only hoped his sacrifice, if needed, would give the others time to escape or stop these legends.

Elita-1 wrote: "After millions of years of war, energon dwindled away and vanished. Sparks dwindled away and vanished. Our civilization had to strike out into the universe to find new sources of energon. The war carries on, but our home is dead."


And there it was: the moment that would determine their fates on this icebound vessel.

Thunderclash asked himself if he would’ve said it any differently, but he knew he wouldn’t have. To lie here would have mean their certain deaths. Now, they had a chance, in his estimation.

Choosing to remain silent, he revisited his previous idea of buying time for the others and ran a self-diagnostic to see what kind of a doorstop he would make if the ancient Prime attacked.

He knew his odds before the diagnostic finished, and opened a channel to his fellow Autobots. >>If he attacks, fall back into the best defensive position you can find.<<

His orders were as self explanatory as he could make them. He could only hope they wouldn’t need to be implemented.
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