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Post by Deathsaurus on Dec 22, 2023 4:17:33 GMT
Characters Appearing: Deathsaurus, Open Location (s): Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Timeline: December 10th Plot Summary: After receiving the unsavory news of Megatron's turning and apparent end of the war, a new darkness comes threatening to shatter the precarious peace.
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Post by Deathsaurus on Dec 22, 2023 4:43:48 GMT
Being deep in the farthest reaches of space, news tended to travel at a slower rate than normal. Bits and pieces tended to be picked up by his communications officers, but usually it was new orders or updates that could have happened months to years by the time it reached them. So, Deathsaurus had resigned to the fact that they were operating independently for the time being, struggling against Star Saber and his "noble" Autobots.
Such traits could be questioned at times.
What Deathsaurus and the rest of his crew had heard was...less than savory news: Their former commander had become a turncoat, and supposedly the war had been declared over. Naturally, the news had his crew murmuring amongst themselves and in disbelief, even more so at the expectation to be buddy-buddy with the Autobots, something that left a bitter taste in the General's mouth. He didn't know whether to call it true or it was another ploy by the Autobots to drop their guard. After summoning right-hand man and commanding officers, a long discussion had followed, a discussion that went hours upon them brainstorming whether to believe a fallacy or test the truth for themselves. By the following morning, Deathsaurus had decided it was best to check such news personally, something of which his right-hand Leozack had been against, but with some convincing soothed the flier's protests enough the General was on the teleportation pad minutes later.
The distance he would be jumping would be a gamble at such a distance. Anything could go wrong if the coordinates were input incorrectly, if his nemesis and his crew decided to strike without warning, or an unknown force could cause unforeseen issues. But, Deathsaurus trusted his crew, giving a confirming nod he was ready after affirming he would be back as soon as he was able. A bright light filled Deathsaurus' vision, the dragon mech giving a low rumbling growl as he felt the familiar weightlessness of the teleporter....
That same bright light filled the night of Philadelphia, one of its busiest highways lit up like the sun as Deathsaurus arrived several miles short of his intended destination. His massive dragon-like form appearing seemingly from thin air, causing several drivers to swerve to avoid him or slamming on their breaks, the draconic General growled as he extended his wings fully and swayed his large, segmented tail, causing a few cars to be toppled towards the side ignoring the screams of distress as he did so. "Grrraaahh, made it in one piece at least." He rumbled to himself, turning his gaze to take in the bustling metropolis around his landing spot. "A city? Hmph, definitely nothing of Cybertronian make." He observed especially the size of the buildings by comparison.
Perhaps this situation called for a more bird's eye view. Giving his long metallic wings a few powerful strokes, Deathsaurus pushed from the ground to get some air, rising above the human city to get a feel for his surroundings.
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Post by Nightshroud on Mar 4, 2024 22:17:46 GMT
Nightshroud really hated being far away from the Compound, but sometimes it was just a necessity especially when parts were needed. It wasn't just energon that the Decepticons at the Compound needed, but spare parts just to keep things running whether it be increasing the longevity of the primitive tech going strong or to start on a new project. Going out into the larger city areas did mean more humans and possibly the Autobots and G.H.O.S.T., but Nightshroud knew how to be careful. She could easily outfly the Autobots provided there were no flyers among them, and she'd already outsmarted G.H.O.S.T. once. She'd already made a vow to Starscream that she'd be more careful; that she wouldn't allow herself to have a repeat of the incident with Rampage. Even if he felt she was good enough, there was still that desire to feel like she needed to prove she was better than that.. to prove she'd learned from her mistakes.
The crimson seeker didn't have a particular task in mind. It was just a salvage run to see what she could find and bring back to the Compound. Anything could be of use in the right servos, and considering the number of bots now there there'd likely be someone who would find use in whatever was found. Even now the femme struggled with dealing with all the new bots. It was one thing when it was just her and Starscream, but now there was Soundwave, Quake and Fadeshift to name a few.
As she flew over Philadelphia, Nightshroud was quickly pulled from her thoughts as a large something suddenly flew up in front of her. She yelled out in surprise, sharply turning out of the way to avoid a collision. Once she was safely out of the way the femme transformed, glaring at the newcomer with crossed servos as she hovered in place. They had a unique look to say the least with wings unlike anything she'd seen before. Still, she paid their appearance no mind as she shouted. "HEY! Watch where you're going! I nearly crashed into you!"
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Post by Deathsaurus on Mar 19, 2024 17:41:12 GMT
The last thing Deathsaurus would have expected was to almost crash into a jet at this hour. It was dark, and the altitude was still fairly low so the chances of running into a flying contraption seemed unlikely. Then again, he had never been to this planet before so who knew how they did things there. He had heard the sound of jet engines, but had barely much time to try and maneuver out of the way going the opposite direction of Nightshroud.
But jet engines were soon replaced by an all too familiar sound of shifting plating. This was no mere jet...
Whipping around to face the Cybertronian, Deathsaurus found himself looking down at a small, crimson colored seeker instead of a normal jet. Though he listened to her yelling at him, his red optics were quickly scanning her frame for the tall tale sign of her faction, allowing him to decide whether he should go the negotiating route or the forced extraction route. Finally, his gaze focused on her shoulder, the purple Decepticon symbol not being hard to spot. Excellent, his first chance encounter with someone outside his crew and they were of his faction. 'Luck shines down on me this night.' Disregarding her fury of nearly crashing into him, Deathsaurus finally spoke, "If you are done throwing a hissy fit little one, I have matters of greater importance to ask you." The General growled, voice having a slight echo to it in his beast form.
"Tell me the truth of the situation here on this organic planet. Have the Decepticons truly lost their way and work with our enemies?" Deathsaurus hovered closer, his form casting a slight shadow on Nightshroud due to their sheer size difference, "Are we really working with those pathetic Autobots?" He pressed, looking down at the red flier with an intense gaze.
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Post by Nightshroud on Mar 24, 2024 22:00:02 GMT
Little one..
Nightshroud glared at Deathsaurus as she grumbled, keeping her arms crossed as she listened to him. Only Starscream got away with the whole 'little one' thing, and she found it kind of endearing when it was him. Anyone else and it sounded more like an insult whether that was truly how they meant it or not. Truthfully it didn't win her any favors with how easily such a comment got under her armor plating, but at least she wasn't trying to pick a fight with the much larger being. Not this time anyway.
Still the strange beast had a question for the femme that he felt was of utmost importance. Deciding to just hear out whatever this guy had to say, Nightshroud hovered in place as he asked about the Decepticons and the Autobots. With a scoff she shook her helm. "Of course not. Any Decepticon siding with them clearly isn't thinking straight. They're the ones oppressing us. Because we refuse to side with those who imprison anyone who challenges their way of thinking. Who cuts off any easy access to energon to starve 'the enemy' out until they either surrender out of hunger or simply goes off line. Hell, they're quick to abandon people rather than saving them!" Even now the crimson seeker felt that way about her own situation.. that she'd been abandoned by the Autobots while they rescued Clematis. Had it not been for the Decepticons who had managed to find her by sheer accident.. "Except they don't know that we've already found a way around their energon shortages.. and I might be willing to tell you if you can prove that you're worthy of that kind of intel. Who even are you?"
The crimson seeker wasn't about to just give away Starscream's energon converter scheme to just anyone. They were gonna have to work for it, and sadly Deathsaurus was going to have to as well.
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Post by Deathsaurus on Apr 21, 2024 23:15:53 GMT
Truth be told, Deathsaurus fully expected a struggle to get an answer, or some form of hostility. Outside his own crew, his experiences with other Decepticons had not exactly been welcoming or positive in any regard. Once in a while, he could have curt conversations or be cordial enough to pass along information or gather updates being so far outside the norm of Decepticon connections.
Lucky for the draconic general, this was one of those rare encounters.
Deathsaurus listened closely, patiently allowing the ticked off seeker to answer his inquiries. The anger and passion in which she did answer him however assured him that at least a handful of Decepticons had not totally had their wires crossed, seeming to have some clarity of processor to know the Autobots were not exactly worth the trust. "So, truth of the matter is the war did end after all, comes as a surprise with how isolated my crew has been for so long. Except, not in our favor." Deathsaurus confirmed mostly to himself, rubbing under his chin as he processed everything she had told him. Though mild amusement shown in his optics at her disgust and fury over the lack of energon and resources. "It is not the most ideal tactic, but it is one of the most effective. Your enemy gets desperate, then you have three options: fight, surrender, or die; it is cruel but it works."
Though when Nightshroud asked who he was it dawned on Deathsaurus that a handful of others might not know who he was. The name perhaps, but sometimes not the face. "Where are my manners..." With a low growl, Deathsaurus flapped his powerful wings before transforming to his robot mode, giving his robot form a long stretch before looking back at Nightshroud with his four optics, "General Deathsaurus, pleasure to meet you." He introduced himself with a slight bow of his head, "And yourself?"
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Post by Nightshroud on Apr 26, 2024 1:41:16 GMT
The strange bot understood quite clearly why Nightshroud was angry about the situation they all had been forced into, and many other Decepticons had shared that opinion as well. How dare the Autobots force them to conform to their desires rather than try and find a way to meet in the middle. All they did was prove that they still sided with the Council's decisions even to this day and did not care that the Decepticons once fought against the oppression they felt on Cybertron. Even now they were still being oppressed, being denied energon and being forced into hiding only to run low on resources. They were forced to come out of hiding to fight not just for fuel but also to not be captured.. and many did not succeed on either front. Either they were captured or they offlined.
Nightshroud was lucky that she'd found Starscream when she did. He kept her fueled. Kept her safe.
The crimson seeker watched as the mech transformed, not even flinching as she gazed at Deathsaurus despite how much bigger he was than her. Raising an optic ridge at his courteous bow of the helm, Nightshroud responded only with words. "Nightshroud." Short, sweet and too the point.
"Now I could say I know a place where you could get energon if you need it, but I need to know you can be trusted.. and I don't trust easily." Just as Starscream. It'd taken the femme several days to even slightly open up to him, and even knowing bots like Soundwave she hadn't opened up to them at all in a year's time. Fadeshift was lucky, but then again that had been a slightly different circumstance. With narrowed optics, the femme continued. "How do I know you aren't going to just try and terminate me the moment I tell you? Me or anyone else? Where do your allegiances lie"
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