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I can so see Jet-Lag and Krieg just going at each other none stop. In the end they will both be reduced to scrap metal and spare parts.
Professor_Wyvern said
Because the Decepticons are all trying to deceive each other? Autobots get along with each other. Or something like that.
Is that really an excuse though. Three Decepticons can barely take one Autobot yet one Autobot can take three Decepticons. Also Soundwave isn't, from what I remember only a few do try to deceive each other and even when they took charge they still fucked up. The show would of been better if the good and bad guys won though the bad guys within reason like they score some resources and sent it off for whatever plan they have.
Kalamadea said
I apologize for not getting my sheet up sooner, but I haven't had time at all for RP stuff yesterday or today. Unfortunately, it won't be up until Monday since I lack internet at home.
OK that is fine.
Why are the Autobots gods in G1 while the Decepticons are useless idiots? I know the show is for kids but WOW. The difference is staggering. I guess I should just start buying the comics along side my marvel stuff.
Zero Hex said
I think it'd be best for humans to remain agressive towards all Transformers though, human sidekicks are kind of a pain in the ass. If you're concerned about the cybertronians stomping them well, there's very few of us, we're fighting against eachother and the humans have probably reverse-engineered some weaponry that can affect us from the corpses of all those important named characters. Probably nothing on our level but enough to give the Decepticons pause when it comes to raising too much of a ruckus.And before anyone brings up my previous complaint about the Bay films, the focus here would still be on the Transformers and the humans would be using adapted cybertronian technology instead of killing impossibly advanced millenia-old warmachines with modern day weaponry.
Well I have never been one for the human friend, even more so with the G1 series. OK let's destroy those humans. Probably elements of the corpses (such as missing arms and certain parts from the body that they need but not survive on) or the old ones won't be able to rise again. Prime and Megatron are important elements to the Transformers universe.
I want to have Starscream say "I should be the leader of the Decepticons" and the like.
Forsythe said
I dunno, if governments are against transformers and they control media, it seems unlikely anyone would be willing to. If anything there might be a transformer splinter later alligning themselves with the humans, not vice versa >:P
Well I am sure Spike would be more then happy to, same goes for the other humans who were with the other Autobots.
0.o question answered it self then though that link.
Question do you the Autobots want a human on your side like an older Spike and his son/daughter?
Also because I don't know to much about America other then some key places I will have to use creative licensing with the map. So I may say there is a power plant where one is not actually present and also make places up. Anyone not cool with that?
Also because I don't know to much about America other then some key places I will have to use creative licensing with the map. So I may say there is a power plant where one is not actually present and also make places up. Anyone not cool with that?
OK all done, the shed is clear-ish. I thought I lost my mind for a second.
Kaylah watched as everyone paired off, she had no idea where she was going to go and her nerves were playing up. The thing was she needed to bite the bullet or something could happen without her help. Her mind rattled as she took her first step which was followed by another one. She planned to rotate around the plot of the land, well the inside of the land. As she moved she avoided the downed infected, the ones that the crazy pair took down without any regard to their well-being. As she moved some of the infected were being taken out by the other survivors allowing her to go further within the plot of land.
She did see one fetch the arrows before losing sight of them as she moved to check places others had not. She noted that the twins went into the house like a couple of death wishing crazy people. She passed a few of the other survivors but her eyes stayed fixed on what was ahead of her in fear of being overwhelmed by the undead and the chance of being bitten or having something infect her through other means. Also her best friend was with her so she was slightly more brave then she normally was. Eventually she stumbled across the tool shed.
Kaylah: “This looks untouched I think.”
She soon tried to open the door but it was locked by a rusty chain and lock. The woman in blue soon got closer to check the condition though for her it was in the worse condition possible forcing her to use her weapon to break it, it took a few strikes but the chain cracked in a certain area before falling apart. The lock was being dragged down by the chain that was not broken. With that done she slowly opens the tool shed up to see what was inside and what she saw was scary. The shed’s tools were all in one corner; well most of them some looked like they were missing. She eventually took a step in and when she turned to see one corner of the shed she saw something.
Kaylah: “Oh god no, I, I think I am going to be sick.”
And in deed she was as she left for a moment to vomit her breakfast up, her vial was down for the first time since she ate. If one looked they would have seen sausage and beans mixed with various fluids. It was not a pretty sight, Kaylah stayed where she was for a moment before making her way back to the shed that was left to her.
Kaylah: “That smell, the sight of whatever happened to that person.”
The corner of the room had a torso pinned to the wall via a pitchfolk. Under the corpse was the head of the victim, the neck area had one of the garden scissors which was pinning the torso's neck against the wall. The smell was really bad, how long was this body part here for? The torso was also naked and it was once a woman though it looked like she was tortured as she saw cuts and pins sticking out of the corpse body. The arms were on a workstation and two big rusty nails were going through the palms like a form of crucifixion. The legs however were missing.
Kaylah: “Don’t let there be a psycho around here who is not that nut who bashed the infected a new one.”
Her eyes soon darted around the shed as she saw blood scattered across it. The woman in blue soon lifted her vial once more to cover her mouth and soon checked the tools to see if they needed cleaning, some did but they could get to that making her pick them up and place them outside of the shed for reasons that would haunt her for a while.
Kaylah: “OK we have a crop, a sickle, a do-da, a thingy, a hoe and a few other tools for use.”
She soon went back into the shed and checked the other side of it where she saw a piece of wood that was about the length of a dinner table covering something. She made a face not sure if she should or not but in the end did. What she saw when she moved it was an infected sitting there, it clawed at her but it was not moving; it couldn't?
Kaylah: “What is wrong with this place?”
The undead had no legs so it was not going to walk towards her, but it could drag itself if it were not for something binding it to the wall. A sword was holding the dead in its tracks. It made a little noise, this shed was really uncomfortable as everything was injury related, no arms, legs or a head. That scared the shit out of K.K making her quickly before behead the semi moving corpse, half of its head already seemed to have been cut but the job was not finished yet. She did it with little effort as she watched the head roll across the shed floor.
The dog was outside chasing its tail, it sensed no danger and so it was off being a dog. She was rather friendly to those who had no ill intentions towards her or K.K. Eventually she stopped and sat waiting for Kaylah to return to her. Bruiser was close by but not actually outside the shed.
She did see one fetch the arrows before losing sight of them as she moved to check places others had not. She noted that the twins went into the house like a couple of death wishing crazy people. She passed a few of the other survivors but her eyes stayed fixed on what was ahead of her in fear of being overwhelmed by the undead and the chance of being bitten or having something infect her through other means. Also her best friend was with her so she was slightly more brave then she normally was. Eventually she stumbled across the tool shed.
Kaylah: “This looks untouched I think.”
She soon tried to open the door but it was locked by a rusty chain and lock. The woman in blue soon got closer to check the condition though for her it was in the worse condition possible forcing her to use her weapon to break it, it took a few strikes but the chain cracked in a certain area before falling apart. The lock was being dragged down by the chain that was not broken. With that done she slowly opens the tool shed up to see what was inside and what she saw was scary. The shed’s tools were all in one corner; well most of them some looked like they were missing. She eventually took a step in and when she turned to see one corner of the shed she saw something.
Kaylah: “Oh god no, I, I think I am going to be sick.”
And in deed she was as she left for a moment to vomit her breakfast up, her vial was down for the first time since she ate. If one looked they would have seen sausage and beans mixed with various fluids. It was not a pretty sight, Kaylah stayed where she was for a moment before making her way back to the shed that was left to her.
Kaylah: “That smell, the sight of whatever happened to that person.”
The corner of the room had a torso pinned to the wall via a pitchfolk. Under the corpse was the head of the victim, the neck area had one of the garden scissors which was pinning the torso's neck against the wall. The smell was really bad, how long was this body part here for? The torso was also naked and it was once a woman though it looked like she was tortured as she saw cuts and pins sticking out of the corpse body. The arms were on a workstation and two big rusty nails were going through the palms like a form of crucifixion. The legs however were missing.
Kaylah: “Don’t let there be a psycho around here who is not that nut who bashed the infected a new one.”
Her eyes soon darted around the shed as she saw blood scattered across it. The woman in blue soon lifted her vial once more to cover her mouth and soon checked the tools to see if they needed cleaning, some did but they could get to that making her pick them up and place them outside of the shed for reasons that would haunt her for a while.
Kaylah: “OK we have a crop, a sickle, a do-da, a thingy, a hoe and a few other tools for use.”
She soon went back into the shed and checked the other side of it where she saw a piece of wood that was about the length of a dinner table covering something. She made a face not sure if she should or not but in the end did. What she saw when she moved it was an infected sitting there, it clawed at her but it was not moving; it couldn't?
Kaylah: “What is wrong with this place?”
The undead had no legs so it was not going to walk towards her, but it could drag itself if it were not for something binding it to the wall. A sword was holding the dead in its tracks. It made a little noise, this shed was really uncomfortable as everything was injury related, no arms, legs or a head. That scared the shit out of K.K making her quickly before behead the semi moving corpse, half of its head already seemed to have been cut but the job was not finished yet. She did it with little effort as she watched the head roll across the shed floor.
The dog was outside chasing its tail, it sensed no danger and so it was off being a dog. She was rather friendly to those who had no ill intentions towards her or K.K. Eventually she stopped and sat waiting for Kaylah to return to her. Bruiser was close by but not actually outside the shed.
Jet-Lag
Jet-Lag was at the helm while it chased the Emissary; he demanded that the Autobots ship took heavy fire. It was them who prevented the Decepticons from getting energy for their cause. Well it was not those Autobots on that ship but since they were Autobots they would be blamed. ‘Megatron you will be avenged. I will tear those Autobots into scrap and then turn their scrap into trash.’ By this point the Dreadnaught was being pulled into the atmosphere.
Jet-Lag: “WHAT THIS…….. So we are now at the mercy of the atmosphere. It may pull us down but I will not let this ship become wrecked beyond repair.”
His voice was rough and slightly distorted. The landing was shaky but the landing was not a complete mess as the Dreadnaught partly landed and partly crashed into Death Valley. Of course the impact had knocked the big guy across the bridge and onto the captains sit. For a moment he heard nothing but soon heard another member of the Decepticons say something.
Nightscream: “Is anyone still alive?”
Some of the other Decepticons were heard. Jet-Lag eventually said something.
Jet-Lag: “Swan-Song report the current damage of the Dreadnaught and send out some scouts, we have something we need to do.”
The massive jet fighter checked over the bridge, much damage had happened here and needed repair. His ship needed to fly once more; he would not let the Dreadnaught go like this. Luckily the com system was working mostly and so they could still contact Shockwave. They needed to fix the image that went along with it and fix the transmitter a little more as well. The Decepticons had to gather in one spot so Shockwave could give orders but at the moment they had to get their bearings of this primitive planet.
Swan-Song
A lot happened but the thing she realized was that they had landed though roughly as she had been thrown about the ship. The impact was more then she had expected as she slowly rose to her feet though by this point she could hear several Decepticons respond to Nightscreams question. It sounded like Nightscream, Swan-Song was not too sure about her but as long as she did her job with the Decepticons all was good. The one that caught her attention was Jet-Lag’s command.
Jet-Lag: “Swan-Song report the current damage and send out some scouts.”
Swan-Song would reply to him but first she needed to let the other know she was still alive.
Swan-Song: “Swan-Song here, still up and running. I’m going to check and report the overall damage. Shockwave had instructed this be our home base.”
A moment of silence had passed before she started moving through the ship taking mental notes of what was in good condition, what was broken and what needed major or minor repairs. Some of the more important things needed to be repaired such as the mast computer; it was only running at 37% which was low. The Decepticon soon made her way to a spot were a breach was seen, this was a chance to release Predator and Carcass.
Swan-Song: “Carcass transform….. Predator transform…… Scout the area and report back whatever you find.”
Just like that the vulture known as Carcass flew off and the wolf known as Predator jumped out of the massive hole that needed work. It only took seconds for both to disappear from sight; the one who took to the skies would scout the north and east while the one who took the on foot route scouted the south and west.
Swan-Song continued on to see the rest of the damage. She needed to see the outside and so she approached the outside via the closest exit where she touched down on the sand but her vision was partly clouded by sand particles.
Jet-Lag was at the helm while it chased the Emissary; he demanded that the Autobots ship took heavy fire. It was them who prevented the Decepticons from getting energy for their cause. Well it was not those Autobots on that ship but since they were Autobots they would be blamed. ‘Megatron you will be avenged. I will tear those Autobots into scrap and then turn their scrap into trash.’ By this point the Dreadnaught was being pulled into the atmosphere.
Jet-Lag: “WHAT THIS…….. So we are now at the mercy of the atmosphere. It may pull us down but I will not let this ship become wrecked beyond repair.”
His voice was rough and slightly distorted. The landing was shaky but the landing was not a complete mess as the Dreadnaught partly landed and partly crashed into Death Valley. Of course the impact had knocked the big guy across the bridge and onto the captains sit. For a moment he heard nothing but soon heard another member of the Decepticons say something.
Nightscream: “Is anyone still alive?”
Some of the other Decepticons were heard. Jet-Lag eventually said something.
Jet-Lag: “Swan-Song report the current damage of the Dreadnaught and send out some scouts, we have something we need to do.”
The massive jet fighter checked over the bridge, much damage had happened here and needed repair. His ship needed to fly once more; he would not let the Dreadnaught go like this. Luckily the com system was working mostly and so they could still contact Shockwave. They needed to fix the image that went along with it and fix the transmitter a little more as well. The Decepticons had to gather in one spot so Shockwave could give orders but at the moment they had to get their bearings of this primitive planet.
Swan-Song
A lot happened but the thing she realized was that they had landed though roughly as she had been thrown about the ship. The impact was more then she had expected as she slowly rose to her feet though by this point she could hear several Decepticons respond to Nightscreams question. It sounded like Nightscream, Swan-Song was not too sure about her but as long as she did her job with the Decepticons all was good. The one that caught her attention was Jet-Lag’s command.
Jet-Lag: “Swan-Song report the current damage and send out some scouts.”
Swan-Song would reply to him but first she needed to let the other know she was still alive.
Swan-Song: “Swan-Song here, still up and running. I’m going to check and report the overall damage. Shockwave had instructed this be our home base.”
A moment of silence had passed before she started moving through the ship taking mental notes of what was in good condition, what was broken and what needed major or minor repairs. Some of the more important things needed to be repaired such as the mast computer; it was only running at 37% which was low. The Decepticon soon made her way to a spot were a breach was seen, this was a chance to release Predator and Carcass.
Swan-Song: “Carcass transform….. Predator transform…… Scout the area and report back whatever you find.”
Just like that the vulture known as Carcass flew off and the wolf known as Predator jumped out of the massive hole that needed work. It only took seconds for both to disappear from sight; the one who took to the skies would scout the north and east while the one who took the on foot route scouted the south and west.
Swan-Song continued on to see the rest of the damage. She needed to see the outside and so she approached the outside via the closest exit where she touched down on the sand but her vision was partly clouded by sand particles.
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