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Post by striker on Mar 29, 2011 23:53:01 GMT -5
It was a non-descript little supply warehouse among many many similar looking ones. It was the closest to the hole the two shadow-covered bots made in the perimeter fence -- before looping any security cameras they found that is.
Touching the wall, the taller figure lashed at the metal plating. What would be a wing in alt-mode was humming with energy, becoming an energon blade. Two long angled slashes to make a triangular entrance big enough for the two of them
"seriously... they send the two biggest out for a sneak-job like this?" came the smooth, slightly quiet voice of a femme
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 30, 2011 0:01:08 GMT -5
"We have many ears within their dwellings lassie..." The other voice responded as he followed her inside. there was the soft glistening sound of sparking energy from his back as he followed inside, keeping his senses open to their environment. "The Autobots will try to make this their turning point on the sea of fate. We will not let them change sail so easily." He added lightly as he started to point out containers, marking them with an energon torch. "And I was getting a bit of cabin fever anyways... despite the fine lasses I work with." There couldn't help but be the tinge of amusement in his voice at the last line.
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Post by striker on Mar 30, 2011 0:05:17 GMT -5
The owner of the first voice stopped, blinking, ".... ahuh... well at least your accent is nice to listen to" she chuckled a bit, "ok, first on the grocery list..."
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Post by hare on Mar 31, 2011 20:33:59 GMT -5
~Both of your accents are sexy. You guys ought to do voice acting.~Said a clearly annoyed voice at the end of the bots' receiver ~Just keep to script and so I can go home and drown my sorrows. ~
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Post by striker on Mar 31, 2011 20:36:30 GMT -5
The femme chuckled, "I have an accent? I just wanna know how I got talked into being up front like this."
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Post by hare on Mar 31, 2011 21:12:31 GMT -5
The operator replied, ~Primus knows. Reasons varies, dollface. Money, revenge, or even being slaggin boring. I dunno.~The operator than switches to another channel, mumbling something along the lines of "The things I do for Czar and Fry Lady." ~Shoreleave? Yer there? IM me if ya there.~ ~Here! ~ The one called "Shoreleave" IMed the Operator back.
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 3, 2011 7:06:13 GMT -5
"Marking them as I go along Lass." Halfshell responded in kind, marking yet another container. "Getting a bit antsy about all this thievery with no reward though. We Pirate seacons aren't named that merely because we love the booty.... Though as I said before, there's plenty of it to go around on that ship of yours." He responds with a sly wink towards Hodge Podge, even as he makes his way back and picks up on of the aforementioned marked containers. It appears surprisingly light for him despite his size... though that could just be the strength that comes from being a chest component of a gestault.
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Post by striker on Apr 3, 2011 16:09:44 GMT -5
"..." HodgePodge blinked, "Well, aren't YOU as subtle as a scraplet in the undercarriage..."
she was smirking though, double checking the containers and grabbing some herself, showing off being rather strong herself.
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Post by tearoness on Apr 4, 2011 17:56:38 GMT -5
Slag and Strong quietly moved through the jungle toward their objective to an outpost more like a supply post than anything to check out activity.
Once they are close enough but far enough way to stay under rador Slag went off to to right and found spot where she took out a set of binoculars as she looked to see who was out on guard duty.
Strong went off to the left after finding a nice little hidding spot she also took out a set of binoculars and she peaked to see who was on guard on the far side of the facility.
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Post by hare on Apr 5, 2011 23:17:34 GMT -5
Tracer was silently running through the jungle in her beast mode and with her sniper rifle strapped onto her back. She was running as quick as possible to find a good spot to cover her team. She's also trying to elude whatever forces that was out. She wanted a place that was high and secluded enough. She than found a small hill with thick trees. Good for cover. For now. The Greyhound made dash for the hill, preparing to take her position. Tracer send a firewall, encrypted IM message to her team. ~Tracer to group. I'm in position. Over.~
Meanwhile, Darkwing and Silverfang quietly following Slag and Strong, protecting the rear. Silverwing sent the group a encrypted and firewall protected IM message. ~What are those Deceptifucks are trying to steal? Must be big.~
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 7, 2011 22:29:01 GMT -5
"Aye... subtleness gets ye nowhere in my experience. Best to be upfront... honest. And a bit of aggressive." Halfshell can't help but reply with a smirk as he carries the container out to the transport. "Why? Not looking for a bot to sweep you off your feet?" He can't help but tease with a bright grin. "Who wouldn't try for such a strong looking, assertive lass... quite a catch in these times." He responds, placing his container inside.
So far, Slag and Strong would only be able to see the transport shuttle hovering just above the docks... as well as the large, familiar turtle mech carrying a box as large as he is tall into it for the moment.
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Post by striker on Apr 7, 2011 22:41:01 GMT -5
Hodge punched Halfshell... but she was blushing
"J-just... shut up and lets finish this job"
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Post by tearoness on Apr 12, 2011 17:14:26 GMT -5
As Slag looked through the binoculars seeing Halfshell with a create as big and as tall as he was, something was up and it looked it was something big and this made Slag very uneasy,
Tapping a encryped IM and sending it over to Strong letting her know what she saw and found.
Strong gets the encryped IM from Slag shaking her after reading the message this also made her uneasy as well, from what she saw at this point were a couple of guards on the far side nothing else at this point. She sends back an encryped IM to Slag saying to stay that position and she would meet Slag and Slag's position.
Slag's recieves the message and she stays where she is and waits for Strong to meet up with her.
Strong very quietly moves back the way she came and then heads to where Slag is positioned. On way to Slag, Strong also sends a ecyrped IM To Silverfang and Darkwing saying to hold their positions until other wise say to move out.
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Post by hare on Apr 13, 2011 22:58:11 GMT -5
The two bots got the message. Darkwing turns to Silverwing and gives him some hand signal. Silverfang understood the hand signals and nods in agreement. The trinity duo got a IM from Tracer. She wrote to them ~I'm fifty klicks away from you guys. I'm in position as well.~
******** Meanwhile, Tracer silently puts a modified flash suppressor on the barrel of her rifle. A sniper's best friend. It still makes a sound, but it won't give away her position. There's nothing from striking out of nowhere to instill the fear of Primus in anybody. Again, a sniper's best friend.
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 14, 2011 19:30:41 GMT -5
Halfshell just chuckled to himself in response. "Aye... we'll be having fun tonight." He responded before heading back into the facility. He said nothing, but seemed more excited then he had been a few minutes ago. "We shall be having a fine time tonight..." He couldn't help but add before letting out a bellowing laugh.
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