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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Feb 17, 2011 20:21:30 GMT -5
Thunderbird sighed. He didn't really need to sigh, but there it was. Too much time spent around Maximals. It was in his programing. Truth be told he barely noticed.
Leaned back in his command chair, he mentally overoad the pain subroutines as the dialysis purged the organic from his system. It only abated the attack, not cured it. Like his mentor before him, the corruption resided in his spark. Unlike Megatron, however, the merging across space and time would eventually kill Thunderbird. Unless he found another way...
That girl. She meant more to him than she knew. Her mind was... fragmented, you might say. Part of his own, false memories implanted, along with a programing file she didn't know she carried. Like a bad STD.
"TAI, report."
The hovering diskus entered, projecting a hologram of TAI. He liked her better as a Predacon than an Autobot. Just one modification made by a mutual friend of theirs.
"You rang?"
"B-Bird. Where is she?"
"Still looking, master. We still have the little one."
"His processor's broke." Thunderbird sighed again. "He's worth little more than bait. Keep looking. She'll turn up eventually."
"As you wish." the hologram faded out.
Thunderbird was playing a long term game. The thing about those was that the pieces tended to take on lives of their own and shift the board to their own accord. Thunderbird wasn't a politician, he wasn't a strategist. He would much rather kill everyone and just take over like Megatron had. Unfortunately this was a game he was at a disadvantage of. And until he found B-Bird again...
The dialysis machine beeped its readiness. Blinking, Thunderbird flexed his beast hand, pulling the glove back over it. it was time to try to get some pawns to move themselves. Activating the vid phone, he decided to make a few calls...
ooc: no response just setting pieces on the board.
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 26, 2011 6:50:08 GMT -5
A few moments later, the screen flickered into sight, revealing a slightly familiar but different face on the screen. Hellscream was always willing to take advantage of certain allegiances... And t always seemed to Thunderbird his current Hydra inspired by Megatron's transmetal 2 form was chosen just for the familiarity. "Hello Thunderbird.... getting a bit busy I see." He responded evilly, noting the machine to his right. "How may I help you today?"
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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Feb 27, 2011 23:26:32 GMT -5
"No time for pleasantries? Shame. How the once mighty Predacon race has fallen. Do you remember the other war lords? Thunderwing? Jhaixus? Straxus? Sparticon? All older than both of our sparks combined. I find myself powering up each day, arriving in a world so much like that of the history files, war lords squabbling over the scraps they are content to garner in secret, wresting power as quietly as possible. Sometimes I truly miss that mad-mech Megatron. But then I look in the vid screen and recognize the bot I see less and less..." He trailed off, giving pause, not really inviting Hellscream to say anything. Finally.
"We have a problem."
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 28, 2011 23:25:41 GMT -5
"How big of a problem?" Hellscream asked calmly, letting Thunderbird get the verbose speech out of the way. It wasn't like he wasn't known to give one or two of his own in the past, let alone the chaos god who's power he stole. "It would be interesting to have my hand at dealing with a large problem... though it might show our hands to soon."
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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Mar 1, 2011 9:02:22 GMT -5
"It is large, but no one sees it yet. You are aware of Slingshot's grandchild? My research indicates that he will soon suffer a psychotic breakdown." TB called up a second vid screen with statistics.
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 12:46:18 GMT -5
Hellscream smiles in response to the statement. "Well... children do seem to do that when a friend is brutally murdered in front of them. But you're right.... a slingshot spawn, even a generation divided... si much more dangerous unhinged then stable. You don't even want to know what he and his friends did to Cryotek... poor slag. How do we wish to deal with this? If we just murder the little runt, it'll look suspicious. Even make him a martyr of sorts." Hellscream seems to dwell on this for a moment, as if remembering something of his own experience. "We need to make a pariah of him first... don't we?"
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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Mar 1, 2011 16:15:26 GMT -5
"Youth is best tempered by fires of its own making. Let Scarabus make his own games. Let him try to become his own man. Then we just tip the scales ever so slightly and he goes tumbling down. The security records already show no evidence of 'Jetstorm'. The fire itself is suspected arson. The security forces haven't perused the issue due to outside forces stopping them from looking into the issue. Just this morning Scarabus and his... cohort attempted a break in at one of Slingshot's labs. Possibly the same thing they tried weeks ago. I happen to know that a brash, young attorney is looking into the murder of their little friend. It would unfortunate if all of this came to a head at the same time. And with such a beautiful fortress to hold up in." Thunderbird paused, flexing his gloved hand. It itched; How organic. "As the humans used to say, give him enough rope to hang himself by."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 20:19:56 GMT -5
"Understood. Though you should be careful Thunderbird. This isn't any ordinary spawn we're dealing with.... Slingshot practically raised the boy himself. Even your former master fell prey to slingshot's machinations... the stunticons he convinced him to create." Hellscream responded for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Though... I have come across some interesting information from our clueless outside help. The space pirates have reported a disturbance on one of their sensor-trapped worlds...." He takes a moment to bring up a screen, showing several combatants from the Planet, including Quadbass, Fefnir and others from the forage a few cycles ago. "Weren't some of these in the same cell block as your little project?"
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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Mar 1, 2011 21:39:44 GMT -5
Thunderbird cringed on the inside. He thought he'd buried his connections deep. Apparently not deep enough. "Perhaps." he said slowly. "Keep an optic on the developing situation. I trust I will be appraised immediately before any action is taken against our wayward escapees. And no, before you ask, I simply have a penchant for keeping abreast of everything. As for Scarabus, I know for a fact that he would have to dig deep to find either one of us, tearing this planet apart to do so. I feel that we are safe for the moment to position him to our means. So long as our goals continue to oversect."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 5, 2011 6:59:50 GMT -5
"Indeed." Hellscream couldn't help but smile at the cringe. "Of course, how else would I have found out such things myself? My current protege had been... an unfortunate victim of that breakout. She and her new forms will be quite useful in this endeaver then.... since I used her to further frame him for the crimes when they happened." He explained, chuckling to himself. "No one ever questions the reporter's credentials it seems."
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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Mar 5, 2011 14:58:09 GMT -5
"Primus bless the free press." TB smiled. "You watch your end and I'll watch mine. Thunderbird, out."
He sat back in his chair for a moment, thinking. Had he played his hand too close? There was a trick to letting your opponent see just enough of your cards to guess at them. Then again, Megatron had always been the professional gambler, not him.
"Tai." he said after a moment. "Use the back door. Log into CybSec computers and check the file on the DOA mech found at the warehouse fire."
"As you wish." the hover disk bobbled just a bit, the ex-Autobot-turned-Predacon-AI refusing to appear as a hologram. She was getting testy lately.
"When you're in there, list Scarabus and Kapone as 'persons of interest' in the 'ongoing murder investigation.' That should be enough for Hellscream's reporter friend to pick up on and run with."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 8, 2011 23:51:12 GMT -5
"I will do just that. Good luck and good health Thunderbird." Hellscream replied with a smirk, before the image faded away. He couldn't help but get that last dig in, after all.
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Post by TM2 Dinobot on Jan 14, 2012 1:15:12 GMT -5
Cybertron was a planet millennia old, with tunnels built upon structures underneath sewers. It was impossibly easy to become lost, especially if that was one's desire. Thunderbird's command hub was a veritable fortress, stashed away at the back of an old subway line, underneath even the remains of Iacon. The entrance was lined with EMP grenades, autocanons, and poison darts just for good measure.he tri-shielded blast doors would open to no one but Thunderbird himself. His complex, one of many, was entirely secure.
That didn't stop the three beings from getting in. They waltzed right up to the main hatch, automated defense systems useless. The doors didn't slow them down as they phased right through them. Once inside, they ignored the military grade computers and the Cybertronian control hub. They had bigger plans.
Down into the sub rooms the shadows descended. Past the labs and holding cells, only one of which was currently occupied by a drooling, rattlebrained subject. In the last room they found their desire. Thunderbird's trans-dimensional window. It allowed a view of another universe, and with enough power could open a small portal. They were about to give it all the power it needed.
The three shadows, formed from Hellscream's experiments with amalgois, released their corporeal forms, sacrificing their lived to be transformed into energy. The coordinints loaded in, the window opened and shattered as the power of Unicron surged through it. A massice arm, pitted and scarred, reached through. The body soon followed, red and blue, the head with the iconic antenna. But this was not the legend every protoform knew growing up. This was the monster from a nightmare realm. And he was not just the leader of an army; he was a king.
"Autobots, Transform and conquer!"
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