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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 18, 2014 0:10:46 GMT -5
Delta looked around the cavern at the dancing teens and otherwise rambunctious denizens of Cybertron as he swivveled his glass of Energon in his hand. It was not his original hope that day to be asked to had into the underground looking for leads on Cybertron's most wanted, but of the people who worked at Deva Corp, he was the least known. It didn't hurt either that those who did know of him from the old days knew him as a source of illicit energon goodies when he wasn't poisoning his enemies. The work of a Predacon Chemist off his nano-meds after all. He took a moment to drink again and think of about his choices in life. Afterwards, he takes another look around the room in the lewd hope of seeing an old comrade in the field. Who knows, maybe he can have some fun in his own way this way.
OOC: This thread's open to one and all. If it helps, Delta may have been a dealer in Beast Wars era through BMG2. I kind of picture him as the beast equivalent of Quickmix. Otherwise you can set up your own stuff happening here.
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Post by hare on Sept 8, 2014 23:33:56 GMT -5
"....And I had to spent a couple of days in quarantine after that. It's not bad, but it gave me enough time to retouch my paintjob." Ripoff told his sometimes friend/sometimes rival/Shopping buddy/Neo Stunticons Second in Command Diva between drinking his energon martini. He had a very eventual week. He and his teammate Merkava were dealing with BM in Cybertropolis and risking infection with some sort of virus. If it wasn't for that Autobot and some backup, three of them would have joined the Allspark by now. With that and dealing with his customers, it was a very busy week indeed for the Young Combaticon Weapon Experts. Also his leader, Onslaught II (He really should get another name) was pretty busy being a chair of the new council, leaving Blast-Off being a part time leader to the group. She mostly leave them to their own devices. That and making sure Brawl doesn't get into a fight. Or bail him out of holojail. Or both. Mostly, it's been quiet. "Oh and Merky might have a little girl pal now! They both look so...." Ripoff stopped when he sees Diva, staring off in space and barely touching her drink. He noticed that she hasn't been herself lately. "Okay, honey. Spill it." Ripoff told her in concern. Diva snapped out of it and looks at Ripoff. "Huh? Oh sorry. I was thinking about something, sugah. I'm okay."
"No, honey. You're not. You haven't been going out on our shopping spree, shooting sprees, pedis, and brunch. You haven't been wearing any new armor or got any new paint job. Heck, even your armor is drab. Hell you're not even dancing or hitting on the cute boys. Something's been on your CPU, doll. Tell Mama Ripoff about it, darling."Than Ripoff takes another sip of his drink. Diva sighs deeply or sighs as much as a robot allows to be. Diva than grabs her drink and takes a small sip before speaking. "It's....It's...Data." She started. Oooooo. Boyfriend trouble perhaps? Or more like, Baby Daddy drama? That's what Ripoff thinks, but judging the way Diva is, this is a bit more serious than the usual stuff. "Data?" He questioned her, with concern still in his voice. The White Cheetah/Flying Dragon fuzor nodded.
"Is everything okay with you? I thought everything was okay with you after that talk?"
Diva takes a slow sip of her drink and proceeds to answer Ripoff. "Everything is fine. It really is, but..." She doesn't know if she should tell him, being a close friend and sometimes enemy and all that. "....He's been missing for a couple of cycles now?" Did Ripoff heard that right. Data has been missing? The effeminate arms dealer puts down his drink and scoot closer to Diva. He's shock to hear that Data disappear? "Missing? Are you sure? Don't you think he might be hanging out with his friends or the Dealers?" The Gravity controlling fashionsta shook her head once more. "Me and the guys searched for him. Nobody hasn't seen him. Hell, even the Dealers and his parents are looking for him."
"This isn't like him leaving a femme who's about to have a kidlet and all. Missing?!"
"Well he did IM me a couple of times....No, four times. He told me not to look for him and he'll be home soon." Diva explained. She sighs sadly "That was three cycles ago." Ripoff nodded in understanding and urging her to continue. "The last two calls he gave me was that he was with this team. Before I ask him further, he told me there's nothing to worry about."
"Team? What team?" Ripoff proceed to speak his mind about this matter "Not to worry about? He's running around with a bunch of Primus knows who and doing Primus knows what and he says not to worry about anything? There's s something going on around here! What team and...."
"Find the two who were one." She spoke softly.
Ripoff stopped in his tracks when she said that. "Wait what?"
"Find the two who were one. That's the last thing he said to me. That and he loves me." She said while staring into her drink sadly.
"Find the two who were.....Okay this is getting bizarre, girl. What kind of bots hooked up with?!"
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 23, 2014 21:42:26 GMT -5
As the two talked, a purple and teal colored cybertronian femme walked by with some familiar traits. Despite this, her goose alt-mode and other enhancer-based mods most likely hid any resemblances to her former leader. Slipstream was not the type to go for the "party girl" look but considering her current employer's pay out... she wasn't going to worry about it. Especially with the attention inhibitors built into her chassis at the moment. After a few moments, the two are both messaged on a private line. -Until all were one... he really had to be that corny even on his deathbed, didn't he? Young petrorabbits are you sure you want to go down this rabbit hole?- She smiled for a moment, not watching them directly but a small part of her new upgrades included patching into the night club's survellience. She's not a nice bot by any standards, considering the source of her spark...
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Post by hare on Sept 25, 2014 17:08:39 GMT -5
Ripoff was listening to his friend talk while drinking. From what he was hearing, this is serious. Between sipping his Energon martini, he starts to speak again. "Find the two were one? Could be anything. You think that Data might be referring to Duobots/Duocons? Other than that, I'm drawing a bunch of blanks, girlfriend." The Arms dealer drinks again "Have you went to the police with this?" He goes back for his drink, just to realize he's out. He than tries to flag a waiter for a refill.
"We're Stunticons, hun. What you think?" Diva replies. Ripoff nods in agreement. "I asked Groove to look into this for me, but something happen to Streetwise and he's looking into that. I don't know what to do...." Than she got a message on her private line. So did Ripoff.
-Until all were one... he really had to be that corny even on his deathbed, didn't he? Young petrorabbits are you sure you want to go down this rabbit hole?-
--Who is this?! And what do you mean?--Diva replied back.--Do you know where Data? What happened to him and is he okay?!--
Ripoff replies --Yeah. That does sounds corny. And wore lime green armor with those flame decals after Remembrance Day. Seriously though, who are you?--Ripoff tries to scan the room who was sending them the message. They couldn't find the source of the sender.--Okay, sweetie. Spill the beans or I sic Diva on you. --
--Sic me on the sender? Really, Ripoff?--Diva replied while shooting him a look of disbelief. He just simply shrugs.
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 15, 2014 22:10:23 GMT -5
--Fiesty! I like that, though I get the feeling i wouldn't turn either of your motors on that much.-- Came the reply over the comms as Slipstream smirked to herself. They could use more of that dealing with the situation she's involved in, but really... they only have use for one of them. --I may know a thing or two... a name or two. But what's in it for me to tell? How far are you willing to take this because we run hard and fast, to the end of our sparks. How do I know this isn't a bust?-- She takes another drink, even as part of her omni-perspective relaxes. Grabbing one of the neo-stunticons in the group might fix some of the issues had with their transectors had during the war with Hellscream. But it wasn't her choice to make at this point.
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Post by hare on Oct 29, 2014 16:51:03 GMT -5
--Honey, I'm a Stunticon. Running hard and fast is what I do.--She replied back while calmly sipping her drink while covertly scanning the room for their mysterious messenger.
--Looking hot while you're at it. HEEEEYYY!--Ripoff raised his hand to give Diva a high-five, which she promptly returns the gesture. Diva made another private window for Ripoff and made sure its firewall for privacy and protection. --Well, Ripoff what you think?--
--Other than this is creepy than I wouldn't believe and I expect a somebody to be coming to our table and blowing our processors out, I'm not sure. 50/50. Messaging do have a really huge leeway towards lying and stuff. And where's the slagging waiter?--Ripoff impatiently looks at his glass and wonders where is his server at.--Oh he's so not getting any tips tonight. The nerve....--
--Forget about the fracking drink for a millisecond! This could be the thing I need to find out what happen to Data and maybe finding him!--
He calmly replied back while looking outwardly and covertly for their mysterious correspondent and for his drink. --OR might be walking into a trap. Girl, this is the oldest trick in the book! Even my DAD used this trick more than twice! Hell, he even co-wrote the book on it!--He than looks at Diva. He sees the depressed look on her face. Her boyfriend is missing and maybe dead. If he could sigh out of shame, he would. He quickly added another line to his message. --But than again, she seems to know something. I think it might be worth checking out. What you think, honey?--
He was right. There's a strong possibility that this might be walking to a trap. It was obvious. But than, they don't really have much do they? Well, if anything, it's worth looking into. Besides, she IS a Stunticon after all. Diva looks at Ripoff. She nods sagely. Ripoff mentally sighs at this confirmation, but complies anyways. Diva sends Ripoff a IM. --If push comes to shove, we can just leave or shoot our way out.--
--Amen.--Ripoff replies. Diva opens a channel to Slipstream and sends a IM to her. --What is it you're looking for?--
Ripoff joins in on the conservation. He sends a IM to Slipstream--What is you're looking for? Credits? Cyberdrugs? Sexy femmes and hunks? Some illegal upgrades? Virus to slag your enemies? Photon Cannon? Something to cause another Cybertronian War? What's your poison, doll? Name and I might have it.--
--Really, Ripoff? Right now of all times?--Diva can mentally feel Ripoff shrugging at that comment.
--I still have to make money you know, honey? This sexy frame won't pay for itself you know.--
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Post by smokedtoast on Dec 3, 2014 22:41:51 GMT -5
--I'm looking for a who, not a what dear Ripoff. And to think, your father thought your mother would be a bad influence on you if he was a part of your life. I guess sometimes it's the DNA that'll do it. Most definitely in my own little donation to your combaticon brood... and dear Blast Off was supposed to be the reasonable one of your fairbears.-- Slipstream couldn't help but tease the excitable second generation Combaticon. She really shouldn't have known as much as she did about him and his teammates but she couldn't help but dabble in espionage every so often. --I'm looking for a leader. Someone willing to pick up the torch that dropped from poor Data's digiped hands. We all are or have you noticed in the news we haven't been making that much of a show. At least the others anyways, I'm not exactly what you call combiner grade clonage after all. Too much of an ego and too likely pegged to have tried to kill 'father' these last few cycles.-- There's a loud gaffaw at the far side of the bar as a number of piranha themed formers entered the facility, being led to their own personal table. Slipstream seemed to sigh over the comm channels at this, even as a Llama former waitress brought over Ripoff's drink. The waittress winked to Ripoff for a moment before picking up his empty glass and wwalking away.
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Post by hare on Mar 4, 2015 11:20:37 GMT -5
Ripoff returns the wink to the waitress when she returned his drink. He was downing his drink when Slipstream said something about his mother. This caused the Weapons dealer to spit out his drink. Mother? He doesn't remember having a mother. For all he and his teammates knew, that they were actually cloned and modified by their fathers. Well that's what he has always been told. Than again, their "grandfather" is Starscream. --Mother?! Donation? What is this? Are you saying you're my mommy?!-- Ripoff proceed to drink the rest of his drink. --Okay, first, if it's true about me having a Mommy, who is she and why I don't know anything about her? And secondly, donation?-- Damn he needs another drink.
--Ripoff, first thing is first.--Diva politely cut her friend before going back to Slipstream--Leader? Leader of what? Who he was involved with?--When Slipstream said something about the news, Diva remember hearing about a vigilante group that was loosely allied with the CRF and was trying to have a go with the council body. Well that's what they say. --Wait. Data was with that group?! Really?!--
Meanwhile at the bar, a lone bot with a German Shepard beast mode was having a drink until he heard the loud guffawing coming from the pirhana themed bots. He was wondering who it was. When he looked at him, he knew it was Boss Piranhacon. Or Piranhacons. "The pit?" He said to himself. Where did he get the hardware to pull that off. Well he can't do anything about it right since he's not assigned to a case or anything like that. He looks at his internal clock to see what time is it. Looks like it's time for his shift. He finishes off his drink and puts his money on the counter for the waiter. He than proceed to leave for his shift.
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 5, 2015 21:12:47 GMT -5
~Yes he was for a while now Dear Diva. It wasn't any accident he was found in a cycle transector shell after all... and he was the one of us who wanted to talk to the council, look where it got him. But the problem's still out there and it's not going to solve itself. Everyone else is too connected to the infection of our 'dear new society'... Talking to the council won't help. I'm offering you the chance to strike back. Will you take it?~ Slipstream responds carefully. Her internals start to hack into the local communications as she notes the gang members settling into the room. There were at least one other protected line of communication in the room and it seemed to be talking to Rip-off's waitress. This would be an easy way to get the young combaticon dealing with one of their problems while they left. ~I'm not your mommy, no Ripoff. Merely the donor for one of your teammates... though what if I were to tell you I knew who donated to your creation? What would it be worth to you to find out? I'm sure Starscream would love for you to remain in the dark...but let your dear great aunt give you a boon.~ Slipstream responded after a brief pause to Rip-off. A deal was simple with the Swindle spawn. It was the one thing he understood how to deal with. ~You do have other family out there. Wouldn't you want to meet them?~
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Post by hare on May 1, 2015 9:48:22 GMT -5
She is right about one thing. Talking to the council is a very bad idea. She now knows where her boyfriend is at and he's in trouble. Not to mention there's a lot of questions that needs to be answered. But first thing is first. ~Honey, I do believe we got ourselves a deal.~ Let's see how far this rabbit hole goes she thought to herself.
Great Aunt? Donation? There's a lot that his father and, Primus forgive him for saying this, but his grandfather kept a lot things from him and his team. The story behind their creation. He knew there was more to him and what was told to him. Also....It would be nice to see his other side of his family. ~Okay, "auntie". What's the term?~
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Post by smokedtoast on May 18, 2015 22:20:14 GMT -5
Slipstream smiled in response to their answers. ~I happen to know one of Cybertron's most wanted is sitting in the protected booth 03-02. Boss Piranhacon happens to be his name. Might you mind setting up a bit of a brawl so Diva and I can escape in the chaos? I'll even give you a little taste for free.~ She sends a little file through the commlink, a simple RNA analysis and comparison. One of the samples was recognizable as his own from the few times he had to be patched up. The other was close enough that the analysis showed the two shared Paternal traits though that was not the shocking part. That would be the name and blueprints shown... Jidai. His rival's -father-. ~If not for yourself... help out your family?~ Slipstream replied with a slight singsong tone as she also sent a route out of the club and further into the sewers. She sent one last message to Diva. ~Your friend should find us an opening. I will meet you where there are less cameras.~
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Post by hare on Jul 21, 2015 17:36:10 GMT -5
Ripoff uploaded the file and read the results. Those were paternity test results. Or something like it. He noted his Dad's results and wasn't really surprised. The second result made him want to do a spit take. Jidai? Shunt's dad? THAT GUY?! He's the other donor? What in the pit?! ~B...But...but that's impossible...he said....But how....I don't know what to do...with this...~
~Right away.~Diva responded. She slowly got out of her seat and go towards the shocked and suddenly quiet Young Combaticon arms dealer. She pulls him out his seat, not paying heed to his sudden mood change. "Com'on, Rip. Let's do this."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 26, 2015 22:42:16 GMT -5
~Well, your friend there is family. At the least you can help her escape...~ Slipstream responded softly over the com-line. ~Your 'mother' of sorts is living in their base. The espionage agent Socketrunner from the Great Wars... If you want to reconnect with them, couldn't hurt.~
'Boss' Piranhacon seems to laughing it up and drinking with his compatriots... who also seem to be 'boss' Piranhacon. Slagging clones it may be, they seem to be finishing each other's sentences at least. And laughing it up as a result. They're definitely not worried about any attacks just yet. Almost arrogantly really, every now and then one of them pulls over a waitress and mumbles something to them that sends them scurrying away.
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Post by hare on Jan 11, 2016 17:57:16 GMT -5
The two teens see the low-rank mob boss and his clones enjoying themselves and flirting (and scaring) the waitresses. "Oh my Primus, look at those colors of those clones. So last season!" Diva quietly whispered to her Arms Dealer bestie. Ripoff just dryly chuckled at that comment. His mind wasn't partially there at this moment after the news of the identity of his mother and his possible donor. Could it be. "Seriously, hun, let's just do this." Ripoff uncharacteristically quietly nodded. Diva seductively walks into Piranhacon and his clones' booth, flashing her smile. Ripoff was right before her. She purrs "Hi, boys. Mind giving this gal a drink?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 16, 2016 11:52:04 GMT -5
The Piranhacons look in Diva's direction with a crooked smile. "Well of course my dear." The one in the middle spoke up first, glancing over at a waitress. The one nearest her grabbed the waitress's armor, pulling her over. "What would be your choice of poison Miss?..." The one opposite him at the table chuckled and replied. "I believe it's a miss Diva correct? I don't believe we met before, but I've heard you've been around of late." Middle one responded with a smirk. "And with a swindler and a hustler no doubt. Hello Ripoff, been a long time no see... keeping busy?" He seems to grin despite the recognition. And not without precedence, before becoming 'boss' piranhacon the mech had been a long time customer of Ripoff's weapon stash. And one willing to take Ripoff's other means of payment. Meanwhile the waitress who had given Ripoff his drink glanced in the two's direction with a slight tilted head. She was making her way back to the bar counter with an internal frown. This was a new wrinkle in the plan that Outpace had been told. She opened up a subspace channel to the others. ~Guys, you seeing what I am? One of the security officers is talking to our target... this may be the connection we were looking for, why they were watching for us back at the hideout. Options?~
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