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Post by Rampage on Mar 24, 2024 20:50:09 GMT
Characters Appearing: Rampage, Airazor, Clematis, Hot Rod , Ironhide , Jazz Location (s): Nature trails outside Autobot City Timeline: March 20 Plot Summary: The Task Force comes across a most unexpected individual not on their manifest, and one of their most dangerous adversaries yet.
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Post by Rampage on Mar 24, 2024 21:43:45 GMT
Rampage could admit he had gotten sloppy. For decades, the cannibalistic Decepticon had escaped detection, spending decades under the radar until the past year. Though brutish in nature and certainly unhinged in many respects, Rampage was far from an idiotic, primal driven sort, he had a working processor, an intelligence that could make him deadly when he didn't hold back.
What had made Earth so unique in regards to allowing even a deadly fugitive like him escape unnoticed was its many bodies of water. Fresh or salt, clear or murky, his crab form had afforded him a type of stealth unique to his secondary form, allowing him to make use of the deepest depths of the oceans to the many water bodies he had called home on and off. Few cybertronians seemed to utilize an aquatic form, meaning being detected significantly dropped, more so when Rampage was careful and watchful, biding his time to act when he needed to. Everything had panned out fine until he came across that crimson seeker months ago, and since then Rampage was pretty certain the rogue Decepticons were all too aware he was around. But, he hadn't been concerned, being more concerned with the Autobots and their human allies discovering him instead.
Until now that is.
Rampage had done his typical hunting, awaiting a poor soul to wander too close to the river near the hiking trails before he had struck the unsuspecting bot, dragging them down by their ankle where his powerful pincers had clamped down, cutting into vital wiring. Giving an eerie cackle, the crab-tank ignored the terrified wailing from his victim yanking them closer with a strong tug and going in for the killing blow. Rarely were there more than one individual way out here so early in the day, and even so he could usually dispatch a small group without issue. But, Rampage hadn't caught sight of the most unusual transformer he had come across having barely killed his latest victim before a pair of razor sharp talons had scrapped across his back causing him to snarl and release his prize.
Hissing, the massive brute transformed to his robot mode, the shallow cuts already healing as he did so, whipping around to find his foe. An overly large falcon was drawing upwards already, circling back around to eye from above. "Feathered pest." Rampage spat, irritated his meal was interrupted, "Don't you know its rude to interrupt someone's dinner." Though it was overboard, Rampage went for his heavier artillery, drawing one of his gatling missile launchers and firing a couple of his missiles towards the falcon above.
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Post by Airazor on Mar 24, 2024 22:07:16 GMT
Airazor hadn't expected her casual flight to take such a turn. She had been soaring around the forested area between Witwicky and Autobot City, taking a casual flight around the area to relax after the past few missions of capturing Decepticons from the breakout. And for the sheer fact the falcon femme had found herself struggling to get proper sleep on and off the past few weeks. Her sleep cycles seemed plagued by odd flashbacks and vivid nightmares, things that felt surreal and real in equal measure.
One night they felt like pleasant dreams, full of pleasant exchanges and shared moments that felt so real she was sure she was awake. And the next night, her dreamscape was filled with a colorful, cloudy nebula, the stars and planets twinkling in and out of her sight only to be filled with the frightening sight of metallic, skull-like creatures. After several nights of this, Airazor had begun to question if these vivid moments were truly dreams, or much more. But such thoughts were quickly torn away, the avian female coming back to reality as a energon curdling scream filled the air before being abruptly stopped. Well, that definitely wasn't a sound one heard every day.
Frowning, Airazor flared her wings before changing her flight path, zooming in with her microscopic sight until she spotted a metallic shape moving under the canopy of the forest, the large shape seeming to drag another towards the nearby river. "Duty calls." Airazor spoke to herself, stooping down to make a pass at the cannibal crab, her sharp talons scrapping across the thick shell of his armor, grunting softly as the force slowed her down a notch or two and forcing her to pull up. 'Thicker than you look.' The falcon pulled upwards above the canopy, turning to face Rampage as the crab transformed to his full height causing Airazor to narrow her eyes. Oh yea...she was definitely going to need some back up. "Dinner? Think you might get indigestion eating another of our kind don't you think?" She remarked in response, quickly having to dive lower to avoid the mech's missiles.
"<<Airazor to the Task Force, I think I found us situation with another Con, and think we caught ourselves a big one. Big red and yellow crab...er crab-tank looking mech, spiky head and mandibles, and heals pretty quickly.>>" Airazor commed to her fellow Task Force members as she kept down in the trees for cover.
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Post by Hot Rod on Mar 24, 2024 22:20:09 GMT
Hot Rod was busy with Clematis in the Autobot training room. For the past few weeks he had been helping with master her combat skills. She was getting better and better.
They had to be on alert. Ever since that incident with GHOST a few weeks ago the need for the Autobots to be ready for action was bigger than ever.
That's when Hot Rod got a call over the comm.
"Hold it Clem I think we got something," Hot Rod said pausing.
"Yeah? What is it Airazor?" Hot Rod asked.
When he heard the cons descrption over the radio his eyes widened.
He turned to Clem. "Hey Clem? Remember that incident with Rampage a couple of months ago?"
"Airazor's found him. You ready to get some payback for Nightshroud?"
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Post by Clematis on Mar 25, 2024 0:00:49 GMT
Even though Clematis didn't like fighting, she was very grateful to have that one on one training time with Hot Rod. It was nice to have those skills in an absolute dire situation where she had no other choice but to fight, but it also doubled as spending time with her boyfriend too. She'd slowly gotten better and faster, and it was all thanks to Hot Rod's efforts. That wasn't to say she was letting her medical training fall to the wayside either because that was going to be important given she was the medic of the task force. What she didn't know she spent the last few months studying meticulously, and she was silently thankful that no major Decepticon situations had happened during that time.
But it had to eventually, and so it happened during one training exercise. Clematis was working on her punches when that comm from Airazor came in. She'd encountered a crab mech of some kind; one that could apparently heal rapidly. Never a good thing.. but it was Hot Rod's words that caused the femme to gasp.
Rampage..
The azure and lilac femme had only heard that name a few months ago when Nightshroud randomly spoke to her through their spark bond, but only to say she now knew who had attacked her. It was a mech by the name of Rampage, and from what Nightshroud had learned this mech was bad news. He couldn't be harmed from the sounds of it, but Airazor's words had suggested otherwise. Nightshroud only wanted her to know that information to avoid Rampage at all cost, but now here they were.. going to track him down, and Hot Rod wanted to know if she wanted revenge for what Rampage did to her twin. "I don't know.. I don't think revenge is the answer, but I do want to know why he attacked her. It's not like we can leave Airazor alone with him, either. We have to help her."
Rushing toward the doorway, Clematis commed the task force crew back as she transformed to drive toward Airazor's location. <<"Be careful, Airazor! We're on our way, but try to keep away from him.">>
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Mar 29, 2024 3:51:29 GMT
Jazz was with Hot Rod and Clematis. He narrowed his optics behind his visor and calmly spoke.
"Don't rush blindly into this, Hot Rod. Decepticons can be dangerous if cornered. Don't take unnecessary risks."
He followed after Clematis to watch her six. He didn't want anything to happen to his fellow Autobots. The SpecOps mech was on high alert. He had been placed in charge of this operation and he would make sure it was done right.
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Post by Ironhide on Apr 4, 2024 3:13:44 GMT
Ironhide on the other hand? Was being Ironhide.
He’d been cleaning his cannons for the upteenth time when the ping came in. And of course, he had nearly dropped them in excitement. Finally some action! He’d felt like they hadn’t gotten any yet and it just felt like he was being wasted. But now here they were!
He hadn’t even bothered to comm anybody before transforming and tearing off down to wherever those co-ordinates were. It would take him a bit being bigger; but frag it all if he wasn’t excited! <“I’m on my way Airazor! Be sure to save plenty of the action for me!”> he sent a comm about a mile out from the location. <“I’ve got my cannons nice and shiny for this!”>
And he didn’t like getting them nice and shiny for nothing.
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