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Post by smokedtoast on Dec 27, 2015 23:44:48 GMT -5
Slingshot nodded in response. "We wouldn't have asked for your help if it was anything less then that... Marrowulf was conflicted, when I was recovered enough to come online..." He pauses for a moment. "You've all earned your happy ending centuries ago. I'm sorry we had to take you from it... and in some ways I'm not." He looks to Trailbreaker as they head for the entrance to the elevator. "One of my employees has been wanting to meet you since she first came online on the Jolly Roger Teebs. In all fairness for all the horror of whats going on... coming back will have some tender moments as well." He explains as he enters. "And Grapple... any notes will be appreciated. We'll get people right on it." Dead End follows, rubbing the back of his head. "You could at least have put that in an easier to understand way sir." He takes a moment to rub his face and focus himself. "You have a daughter on planet Trailbreaker... I'm courting her. I know that's awkward to put out there, but at this point she doesn't know you're here yet." Chokehold noted the sterness, raising an eyebrow in Strike's direction but deciding now wasn't the time. "Damn right they are... Intimidator and Minimus have most of the crib notes on it, they've been trying to be diplomatic... even a little old school diplomatic. But..." She pauses again, remembering Strike's reactions as she enters the elevator. "... As Strike said, we'll talk more inside." Huffer just snarled as he followed, losing track of the important stuff for the one point that seemed to stick in his craw. "Wait wait wait, you mean someone else is to blame for me being in short pants?!"
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 1, 2016 14:20:05 GMT -5
Once again, Artemis's initial retort -- a tease to her conjunx -- had dissolved by another issue. 'Tim?' She mouthed, regarding Chokehold. 'Tim...Tim's alive?'
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Post by striker on Jan 3, 2016 16:29:09 GMT -5
Worrying his bottom lip, the large bear-former put a great paw of a hand on his love, his sparks other half, "Sweetspark?" he whispered, the undercurrent in his voice was clear, he was worried by her sudden choking up at the mention of this "tim". Even now, it was difficult to get Artemis to speak of her past, something he had always let her come to him about, when she was comfortable, and what she was comfortable with sharing.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 10, 2016 23:50:12 GMT -5
Chokehold looked back to Artemis, conflicted now that she seemed to spring another surprise on the returning elder. Primus be damned though, it wasn't like their enemy didn't know of what happened... "He's a Rivet Fielder, yeah. Same with Minimus... one of the lucky ones. A couple of scientists have been studying the process... trying to refine it and invoke it. One of them was one of the council members with slingshot til this slag started to pull into full gear. Name of Prydefire, followed in Flame and First Aid's research to do it." She scratched the back of her head lightly in thought, eyes narrowing in frustration. "From what I've heard, the Ambuses kept him... stable. Focused. Managed to talk one of the combiner wars instigators into a passive involvement... but he well... he pulled an 'Artemis' himself rather then endanger his family again. Minimus was given his seat in the council and his combiner team stays loyal to him at the moment." Slingshot nodded in response, before glancing off the building to the side. Small flashes in the distance suggesting explosions, but they were brief and stopped quickly. Those with a quick eye might recognize some of the old forcefields in play in the war breaking off the street access to a portion of the city quickly. "As Striker said... it might be safer to talk inside Artemis. Before we received word of your arrival, he put certain... measures into play. We should be hearing from the other councils sooner then later... but I'm sure Tim would be happy to see you're alive as well. And it might ease your compatriot's suspicions of me if Minimus vouches for me." Kamikaze raised an eyebrow, looking at Artemis with a confused expression. This was the first time he could remember hearing about a 'Tim' and it showed. Just another reminder of how much had been given to his twin in her unique conception. Renegade looked confused as well... but he rubbed the side of his head lightly. Those sensitive to the EM fields might notice a small distortion in his own... as if recalling a far off memory that is just out of reach. There was something about both of these names that seemed to discharge energy in his spark in an diluted way...
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 18, 2016 13:18:48 GMT -5
"Yes...let's...let's go inside. Lead the way, Chokehold." The jaguar Maximal's voice was far away; 'Rivet Fielder' and Prydefire ... those names meant little to her. "Minimus" and "Tim"...
"Tim's...Tim was sparked during the Legion Conflict," Artemis explained, a low, even tone for those closest -- her conjunx, her captain, her adopted son. "But without sentio metallico, we had to flash freeze his spark and get him to an MTO facility. We were at war, and while we didn't want him to end up like other MTOs...and still. I don't know which is worse, an MTO forced into battle after eight steps, or one wanting to make his creators proud without understanding the dangers. He wasn't even ten stels old when he...was lost to us."
"Well," Hound gave Artemis a healthy clap on the shoulder, "looks like he got found, and Magnus -- Ambus too!" With a nudge to Trailbreaker, he added, "Looks like you may have competition again..."
As Hound teased his old friend, Artemis noticed Slingshot's wayward gaze. "What is it?"
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Post by striker on Jan 31, 2016 19:49:30 GMT -5
Trailbreaker poked Hound back, "No, I don't think so" he grinned, "They love each other but in a different way, I don't have to worry about competition" he said confidently.
But ... he almost felt the sweat trickle down the back of his neck. Though he snickered, he wouldn't be against inviting Ambus to have some fun with 'Tera and himself.
That was for later, for now he wrapped his big arms around the panther, holding her close and hugging her tightly but gently, being... well... a big ol' teddy bear for her
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 31, 2016 20:22:24 GMT -5
Slingshot seemed to consider his words as he followed Chokehold's lead into the building. "Witnesses were put on lockdown to one of the attacks... If our old mutual friend really has lost it... Ambus and I agreed they needed to be extracted as soon as possible. We're taking no chances for shadowplay or mnemosurgery." He explained with a serious tone. Renegade speaks up suddenly, holding the side of his head with some concern. "... while on the Lost Light... right?" He rubs his temples with some concern. He didn't know where the name came from, but it struck him as to ask. He usually only had feelings like this around- He grimaces and turns to Kamikaze suddenly with a glare. "He's here, isn't he?" Kamikaze shrugged in response. "Well, yes... Cutthroat's been working under Ambus since about when you left Renegade. He's made a lot of progress, you should-" Renegade held up his hand. "No, don't even say it Kami. You don't understand what happened. To have a piece of your spark ripped out and replaced by something else-" He stopped, noticing Kami's... cold expression. It rarely dawned to him how much he and Kami's experiences had in common. "Kami, wait, I-" "You said it yourself Rene... don't even say it. There's more important things to handle at the moment..." He responded lightly before moving ahead of the group for the council room.
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 31, 2016 20:33:57 GMT -5
Though generally reserving public displays of affection to a minimum, it was difficult to resist sinking into Trailbreaker's embrace. Reformatting and age had mellowed her, but there were times where her pre-Maximal tendency of emotional outbursts rose to the surface. After a false start, she looked up, head against his chest, optics wide. "I'd...I'd like to see them again. My sons."
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Post by striker on Jan 31, 2016 20:36:40 GMT -5
"Then we will." He whispered to her, gently kissing her forehead in a restrained display of affection, recalling her dislike for public displays of such but unable of doing just a little something to reassure her, "I'll do all I can to make that happen, love"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 31, 2016 20:49:28 GMT -5
Slingshot smiles in response. "I thought you would... so Tim's waiting in our first stop." He explains, even as Kami can be seen typing into a pad just down the hallway and entering a sideroom. He does take a moment to tap his comm-link for a moment and open a channel over to Felis. ~Hey kiddo... Might need you over in conference room 3 as soon as you get a micro-cycle. We've got a visitor that's already asking for you specifically.~ He states professionally to the other kid on the premises. Cutthroat looked up as Kamikaze entered the room, looking a bit nervous. He's been trying to keep calm the whole time but this whole public agent thing is new to him. He grew up on the streets, only later being turned into a student of subtefuge and a weapon against his brother. And what they had learned... He takes a moment to fidget with his cybertronian badge, a habit picked up from his time with Ambus. Kami just finds a seat at the table, watching the other two by Cutthroat the table oddly before speaking up. "She's almost here, Renegade knows you're here Cut. Do you want me to?..." He takes a moment to glance over to TBII on his side, suddenly taking in how awkward the next few cycles might be. Cutthroat just sighs in response. "He won't come in. You've seen how he acts Kami, I don't know why you think he'll change that much." Renegade meanwhile seems to be validating the young Terrorcon's concerns as he slows down, looking at Hound. "I'll wait out here sir... I just can't be in there right now. I don't want to ruin things for Mamacat with the likely shouting..."
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Post by striker on Jan 31, 2016 21:06:16 GMT -5
'TBII' was looking nervous, fidgeting in her seat. It had been a while since he had seen her father, feeling more comfortable using those terms rather than coder and carrier didn't help either. She was tapping her fingers on her knees, under the table, chewing on her lip.
She reached up, fiddling with her visor, running a hand through her hair. It wasn't Trailbreaker she was nervous at meeting, but rather his sparkmate, the legendary Pantera.
It was bad enough her boss, Strike, was going to be there
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Post by artemisprime on Jan 31, 2016 22:07:13 GMT -5
~Little situation here; I'll be by when I get it under control.~ Felis replied.
Artemis entered the room, resuming her Senate composure, scanning those present. Of those, the two were hauntingly -- even painfully -- familiar: two felinoids, one, the largest mech rivaling Trailbreaker in size, a shaggy black tiger with red and blue stripes, the smallest, a white lynx with green, both with similar facial markings. The larger one's optics grew wide, mouth opening and closing, trying to find the words.
She wanted to go to him, react to that pull, the same one she felt when Bedlam emerged.
Instead, she regarded the smaller one, meeting his stoic gaze with her own equal standing. "Just who," she stressed, "the hell let Starscream in charge?"
Hound coughed -- it could have been a laugh. "Business before pleasure, as always."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 31, 2016 22:40:31 GMT -5
Ambus met her gaze, keeping his own composure. "It happened before I was re-constituted Artemis, unfortunately. He learned from his previous tenure as ruler of Cybertron." He takes a moment to tap a control and activating video feed on the room's main screen. The familiar sight of what had only been known as the Biological Monstrosities, an incident that happened during Artemis' own tenure as a Senate member. "There was a resurgance of these creatures, I've been informed you and they have met before. Local military had been overrun but..." He taps another control, bringing up more video feed. Others were combatting the creatures in Vehicon shells, shells familiar to the council member from the same period. But they were also joined by what appeared to be Transmetal warriors of similar features... "Starscream had been... experimenting. He had the firepower needed to drive the creatures off. He had leverage to gain a seat at the council, especially with what happened with the previous Council." He frowned for a moment, briefly. "Dirge thought he could control the situation. It almost seemed like he did until recent situations." Cutthroat nodded in response, solemn. "Hellscream didn't help the situation any ma'am... We new combiners were being sicced on the public, they needed ways to combat us. And the stunticons new or old weren't always as available with the messes that had been made out of their lives. It was the perfect storm of coincidence." Ambus's eyes narrowed at this, but he added. "Not coincidence. Just a thousand different events that needed tracking and redirecting Artemis... a thousand little projectiles."
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Post by striker on Feb 2, 2016 20:25:16 GMT -5
One of the members in the room, a shy looking female, had her hand half-way up, loudly proclaiming, "Not It" when the former Wrecker and former council member had demanded which idiot was responsible for letting the bigger idiot into power.
Sheepishly, she lowered her hand, clasping it with the other in her lap, looking at the table as she worried her lip, embarrassed.
Trailbreaker could feel a particularly large drop of sweat rolling down the back of his neck at that.
Strike snickered a little
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Post by artemisprime on Feb 7, 2016 13:43:04 GMT -5
"So Starscream's playing the public while his own while -- " she caught Ambus's meaning; he was not one to use analogies, but when he did.... "Oh, don't tell me Prowl."
Hound exhaled, a hurt sound. "Prowl would only be involved if the result was positive. Regardless of how it looks right now, he's doing it for the good of the Autobots."
"And that lays the problem," Artemis countered. "The Autobots. His own faction. How many times do we attempt a golden age, to reunite our people, only to have use dissolve into factions once again and the infighting starts anew." She pinched the bridge of her nose and threw her head back. "Primus, I'm starting to realise I had more in common with Crosscut than I wanted to admit. Someone get me a shovel."
A high-pitched shriek pierced through the room from outside.
Hound froze, audio receptors perked and his head snapped towards the door.
Artemis, without losing her composure, regarded her conjunx. "Was that a happy-because-I-found-food scream or a meltdown-towards-global-destruction scream?"
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