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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 21, 2011 23:43:16 GMT -5
Skullgrin was busy juggling her gun at the moment. It was.... slow to say the least as far as things were going. With Blitzwing dealing with her kids and the injured they sent back.... there just weren't that many of her kind sticking around on the ship. The situation was worsened by the stranglehold their enemies has managed to get in surprises. "So much for heroic decepticons..." She muttered to herself before straightening as the familiar ding of a shuttle arriving echoed through the cargo bay. "Hopefully these ones will last longer then the others." She adds as she walks over to the opening doors.
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Post by hare on Feb 22, 2011 21:19:40 GMT -5
A loud belches echos through the shuttle. Then the belch was followed by a toss of an energon container. A slender and lithe technorganic femme with a siamese cat beast mode with a pair of white bird wings saw that crude display of lack of matter. The young femme sneers in disgust. "That is so disgusting. Show some manners." the winged siamese femme snorted at the one who did that crude display of rudeness.
A medium-sized yellow and grey Maximal with a wild boar beast mode and seems some additional armoring that seems to resemble that of a motorcycle and had a Confiderate Flag and Decepticon insignia on the armor, was sitting on the hood of a orange and black 1968 Plymouth Road Runner, drinking some energon. The Maximal snorted at the winged feline femme in arrogrance. "Just relax, darlin. Just trying to get all loosen up before we meet with our new teammates. Reckon, it's better than being a test subject at Devacorp. At least tha boss lady gave us some new wheels to try out on. Reckon it's some new tech the eggheads whup fer us." The boar hog smirks and lightly taps the hood of his car. "Can't wait to give 'er a try out. And it would be best to respect yer elders, darlin." The young femme snorted in response. "I would if I had any respect for you, old man." The femme snorted. The hog bot just gives the femme the middle finger to which the femme ignores him. An tall and bulky, grey and beige Maximal with a Rotwielder beast mode was under the engine of a black modified 1966 Pontiac GTO, messing with the engine, ignoring all that's going on.
A medium sized red, white, and black femme who seems to have a beast mode of a fox was seen sitting in the corner, flicking on a lighter. She giggles when sees the fire coming out of the lighter. "689823." The young femme said to herself before bursting into a fit of giggles. "680534" The fox femme shows the winged siamese the flame. The winged femme smiles a little and gives the femme little nod. The winged siamese femme walks over to the vixen femme and tries to get her to put out the light. The tall and heavily armored Manta Ray was sitting, smoking an energon stick and watching all the activity going on around him. "And ye think Deva could assemble a stable crew than this?" he said to himself to nobody in particular. "Than again, I signed up fer this didn't I? Tis a lot better than being shot up with whatever mess the lab people cooked up." The Manta Ray just chuckled himself. "I wonder what kind of hijinks will be up too once we get there?" A small black and grey femme who seeming have a alt mode of a Cybertronian Laptop and a male who had a similar alt mode but he was bright green and he had some areas around that were glowing red. The two laptops were conversing amongst themselves. A grey and white mech who had the alt mode of a handheld digital camera was sitting around, downing shots after shots of energon.
The conversations appeared to be dashed with subjects on Pop Culture and the fact they've become Autobots now. A grey and white winged femme with a White Dove based beast mode and wearing an armband with a Autobot Insignia on it and a bulky grey male Cybertronian with a beast mode of a Saint Benard were relaxing and taking shots and shooting the breeze. Two younger Cybertronians, a curvey dark green and grey femme with a Missile Trailer alt mode and a black and grey teenage male with a B-52 Stealth Bomber alt mode were having a heated and rather violent arguement on which bomb could cause more widespread destruction.
Two young Cybertronians, a insanely tall (As in his head actually touched the freaking ceiling tall) massive, and heavily armored grey mech with an Elephant beast mode and a even smaller femme with a Dirt Bike alt mode and a Riot grrl-styled body armor, sitting on the Elephant bot's knee smoking and checking her guns.
A young mech, with a Ninja Motorcycle was seen in the corner, lighting up a joint.
A tall, dark and grey mech with a wolf beast mode and some Fighter Jet characteristic was leaning against the wall, looking around the room while a femme with a Mustang beast mode was flirting with him. The wolf bot looked bored. A handful of other Cybertronians were hanging out and interacting before touching down to base.
"Com'on, already! What's the holding up?! I want to blow some slag up already!" A extremely tall and bulky, black, dark blue, and gunmetal grey Maximal with a beast mode of a giant tortortise and a few characteristic of him having a vehicle based third mode screamed into the telecom. He was heavily armored and he seems to have a uncanny resemblance of another giant turtlebot. "We've been in space for Primus know what!"
~Okay, Shellshock, okay. We're almost at the base, children.~The intercom seemingly answered to Shellshock and to everybody. "Hey! Some of us fought in the great war!" The hog bot answered. ~And you guys lost.~The pilot answered back in sarcasm.~Anyways, we're almost at the dock. I suggest anybody get their slags together and prepare to get off.~
In the front cockpit, a solid grey femme with an Cybertronian Jet Mode, pressed a few buttons and opened a link to Skullgrin. "This is Dustoff from Devacorp. I'm here to drop the kids off."
OOC: I know this is a bit much but.....I got bored and I thought up some characters. Really bored. Anybody with any new characters? You can join in! I'm going to be busy with new bios am I?
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 27, 2011 1:12:26 GMT -5
"Waiting and willing. They do know this isn't going to be an enhancer laden orgy like back there, right?" Skullgrin couldn't help but joke about as she walked over to the door. It was scary how young they were getting kids into these fights these days, even for a decepticon like herself. It was a brave new world here....
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Post by hare on Feb 27, 2011 23:49:00 GMT -5
"Slag. Most of them joined because it ISN'T a enhancer-laden orgy," commented the pilot. "Anything to escape the craziness of that place, eh? Don't worry too much about the kids though. Some of them did a bit shooting and some other stuff before joining us and a handful of veterans to make sure they don't off themselves." The ship finally docks. Dustoff continues to speak. "But I got a questionn for them." Dustoff switched her intercom for the new recruits. "ARE YOU GUYS READY?!" a chord of "HELL YEAH!" could be heard over the loudspeaker. Dustoff chuckles. She ask them again, but with more passion. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, MAGGOTS! I SAID ARE YOU GUYS READY?!". A loud passionate "HELL YEAH" and cheering could be heard over the loud speaker. Dustoff than switches back to Skullgrin. "And there you are. A bunch of recruits and a handful of hardened veterans ready to boot stomp some Neo-Decepticons faces." The ship docks.
******************************** "Looks this is our stop, podnah." The Hog Decepticon said as he get into his car. The Dog Maximal nodded and got into his car. The Dog Maximal chuckles "Just like old times." The The engines of the two muscle cars started to let out a massive roar. Meanwhile inside of the cruiser, the recruits started to gather their stuff and started to file out of the carrier. Two Cybertronians were moving a huge metal case."Hey, guys! Be careful with those! Acid can still eat through metal you know!" Shouted a purple and green Cybertronian mech with a Van alt mode running behind him "And some of those chemicals are explosive and they might have an adverse effect on technorganic flesh!"
A sickly looking yellow, green, and black male Cybertronian with a Opposum beast mode was seen gathering some small vials, containing some colored, jelly looking fluid into a small, air-conditioned metallic box. The box had a couple of signs and stickers on them. One of the stickers say "DANGER: BIOHAZARD MATERIALS". Some of the recruits were a little bit visibly frightened when they see him loading the stuff into the box. "Deva let HIM come with us? Him of all people?" One of the recruits asked sounding a little frightened. "Deva must really want the Neo Decepticons offline." An Cybertronian mech with Car mode replied sound a little frightened as well. The possum bot looks at the bots and gives them a warm, friendly, and fang-filled smile at them. The bots returned the smile. Than quickly ran from them. The possum bot sighed and went back to putting vials into the metal box.
"842243982155?" The Red Fox femme asked the winged cat femme y while walking alongside with the winged feline femme and carrying a large black totebag on back. "I know, Burnup. We're actually working alongside with Autobots. Kind of funny once you think about it. They're not really Autobots, you do know that right?" The winged femme answered back to the fox. The fox than answered back. "9898923590?" The fox femme replied back to the femme. The winged cat answered back "Of course. Mama would have lost it if she find out if we were truly working for them." Burnup nodded at the comment. "7802456210021?" Burnup asked the winged cat. The winged femme smiles at that comment. "We'll see. "
The Manta Ray Maximal stands up and proceeds to exit along with the recruits. "And it begins." He simply says as he takes a few last drags of his energon cigarette.
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 11:36:32 GMT -5
"Greetings all, I am skullgrin! Yes, that skullgrin, the once beloved decepticon actor for those fleshy humans back in the day." She couldn't help but giggle lightly at her own joke. "Unfortunately the fleshies had oversatured the zombie genre in the early 2000s, so I now find myself here as one of your superior officers. I still say I make a fine enough zombie chick for them to reconsider, but oh well. Name and Combat Specialities please." Skullgrin saw the cold reception the others were giving the opposum bot. Part of her bristled at the fact that this kind of prejudice could still happen in this time and day. At least it would bristle if not for the fact her 'hair' was one of the few spots of fur on her alt mode from the planet Mythos. For a predator who played the 'dead carrion' card, the Ramos did not require all the trappings of a living beast. She smiled for a moment, thoughtful. "How about you kid? You look like you've got the right stuff for this crew." She spoke up, pointing to the opposum.
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Post by hare on Mar 1, 2011 12:01:45 GMT -5
All the recruits quickly form a line and stand at attention for their superior officers. The Manta Ray and the Boar Hog quickly stood at attention, as if they did this sort of thing before. The young oppossum bot stepped forward to address Skullgrin. The young possum Cybertronian started to speak. "Ma'am! My designation is Pandemic! I lack combat skills, but I know dieases and virus, ma'am! I specialize in germ warfare, ma'am! And I'm fan of one your movies! Ma'am!" Pandemic annoucned as he stands at attention to Skullgrin.
Even though the young recruits were standing at attention, they were a little repulsed and frightened at what Pandemic said. The young bot felt his self-esteem sink a little lower.
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 3, 2011 12:57:52 GMT -5
Skullgrin smiled at the discipline of young pandemic, but the other recruits reactions. 'Anyone who does not respect the chemist will be personally slagged by me people. We are fighting a war that makes your old jobs look like a tea party. Pandemic is here to find a cure for the seacon virus that has already turned reefthrasher against us. I know I dont want to be trapped as a battle wench on the field. Do you?' she practically barked the orders at them.
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Post by hare on Mar 3, 2011 23:42:41 GMT -5
"Ma'am! No, ma'am!" The new recruits chanted towards their commanding officers. "Virologist, ma'am. I'm a virologist." Pandemic politely corrected Skullgrin before sinking back into the line and being quiet. The Manta Ray Maximal saw and heard everything. Sure the kid mess around with dieases and virus and his beast mode leaves a lot more to desire, but there's no reason to give him the cold treatment. They should be beyond that stuff. The Manta Ray step out of formation and stands before the younger recruits. He was visibly displeased and what he saw. He shook his head in disgust before speaking to them. "What our boss said is pretty 'rue. Panny boy 'ere is here to put stop to that Seacon virus that's goin out there and if possible, save Reefthrasher. He's the best we got and you guys know it too. " The Manta Ray said, before pausing briefly. "Sure, he looks like he carrying something nasty but there's no reason to treat him like he has Unicron's taint. Slag, I bet he would cure that before Mantessa and Placebo do. What I'm saying to you, guys, is that if ye treat him or anybody else for that matter like a droid and Skullgrin isn't around, I will deal wit ye myself. And both of us, don't want that. Am I clear?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" The recruits chanted. He nodded with approval. "This is better be the last time I hear of this. Besides that, let's have some fun, shall we?" The Manta Ray bot went back into the line and got back into attention. The Manta Ray wasn't that much older than the much younger recruits. He would be in his mid to late twenties if he was a human.
The way he handled the recruits seems to suggest he should be their squad leader, not a recruit for the Neo Autobots.
OOC: Man, I suck at Irish accents.
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 12, 2011 20:09:14 GMT -5
Skullgrin looked over to the newcomer with a smile. "I do believe we have our first rising star in this group. What's your name?" She asks calmly, trying to take in his form a bit. The manta bot reminded her a bit of someone, but she couldn't figure out quite who at this moment. Considering how she and her 'sisters' returned to life... it wasn't above considering it was an old friend in a new body.
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Post by hare on Mar 14, 2011 0:51:28 GMT -5
The Manta Ray bot chuckled a little after hearing that last comment. "Rising star? Does 'his mean I git me own trailer? Anyways, the name is Cold Fillet. Aerial Warfare and Air and land support under the Autobots tag. Worked wit Artemis Prime and Urbanrunner. " Cold told Skullgrin informally, like he was talking to a old friend of his. Even some of the most jaded ones smiled a little. The young recruits endeared himself to the veteran Autobot.
"Good people to work with and yeah, the legends are true. Artemis can drink anybody into a coma. I was one of unlucky bastards. She was nice enough to drag me back to me quarters and let me sleep it off." The recruits snickered a little at that little tidbit of himself. It was clear that the recruits were very fond of him. "Anyways was in Aerial Warfare and backup. Did a bit of snipping me self. I was a bit sexier too. Woke up looking like I belong in a bed of french fries, cole slaw, and hush puppies. Long story short, Deva hired me. Been working with them ever since. Oh and sorry if I ever shot at ya. It was a job-related thing. No hard feelings right, Skully?"
He smiled and winked at Skullgrin. In his Irish sprinkled dialect, they're was no malice or hatred of any kind. It was like he just wipe the slate clean. No. It was more like he wipe the slate clean and gleefully tossed it out the window.
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 20, 2011 6:51:11 GMT -5
Skullgrin smiled in response. "Of course. Nothing but Heroic Decepticons here on the ship except for those in the brig. Welcome aboard Fillet, I think you'll fit in fine." It felt refreshing to her to run into an 'old-timer' like herself so willing to throw away the old debts. "So you're another one of her fixeruppers, eh? There's some other bots on the crew like that, Slagcruncher and Stronghug. Still good to see at least one of the sides was right... Til All were one, wasn't it?"
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Post by hare on Mar 20, 2011 15:34:59 GMT -5
Cold smiled back and nodded at Skullgrin "Aye. Deva wanted me as squad leader for this crew, but that would cut into me drinking time. I'm just hear to clean up things and made sure the kiddies don't get themselves slagged. Far as I'm concerned, the Cybertronian Wars is over and done. Yeah. Til All are one. Unforunately, most people haven't gotten the hint yet." He heard the name Slagcruncher and Stronghug. He heard them in certain circles, especially Slagcruncher when she underwent some sort of Pretender upgrade. Not to mention, hearing some things about her that would make the hardest of hard tough guys run screaming towards the hill. "Really now? How those lassies?" He asked. "Is Stronghug is the terror of the sea as everybody claims she is?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 28, 2011 0:02:08 GMT -5
ooc: stronghug's the terror of the sea, but it's cool. bic: Skullgrin smirks at the question. "Ah, she's calmed down more or less.... but that temper's still there. Definitely still a fun person to drink with regardless." She thinks about it for a moment before responding further. "In fact, I hear they both got drafted the same way you did. About time us old piles of slag got to have a use again, aye? First round's on me when things are settled in by the way." She responds with a smirk. She could get to like this new recruit.
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Post by hare on Apr 14, 2011 0:09:58 GMT -5
Cold smiled a little. "Did she now? I used to remember when the stories about her. Oh man, I almost leaked oil because of that. Stuff of nightmare I tell ye. We need that temper now more than ever. Those Devacorps blokes are a handful aren't they?" He chuckles a bit before continuing to speak "If hadn't been for them, I still would be in the home playin Bingo. Seems that way doesn't it. Aye." He than heard her said about buying a round when things have settled down. "Let me buy you the second and third round and I'll call it even." He winks at her. "Oh, Primus. This is so damn lame." A young and rough sounding voice came out of the line. For those who was in the Neo Autobots and fought the Neo Decepticons, that voice that spoke out sounded errily.....familiar.
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 14, 2011 19:18:24 GMT -5
Startled by the familiar voice, Skullgrin drew her pistol and fired a stun round at the source of the line. She'd noticed in the reports that a certain large predacon 'tank' had been missing in appearances... and she wasn't about to take a chance. She'd almost been crushed at his hands while wearing one of the transectors. And it wasn't like con wannabees had tried to sneak something inside before. "Name and rank." She responded, keeping the pistol drawn on the figure. "If that's you armorhide, so swear me primus... I will make you regret it."
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