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| - TF2k5 - Hubcap - Friday, March 01, 2013, 3:01 AM------------------------------------------------ Outskirts of Crystal City The vast Sagros Plain yields to more broken ground at its northern border, where grim evidence of war reasserts itself.Craters of various diameters with rusted, torn rims become more and more frequent, especially in the territory around Crystal City and the badly-damaged roadway leading north from it, but around the city itself, it is mysteriously clear. Or not so mysteriously; the city has been completely rebuilt. From nearby, it is difficult to see much more than the massive city walls and the upper stories of its tallest buildings, but from further away or from the air, the graceful indigo steel-and-crystal towers are more visible.
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| - TF2k5 - Hubcap - Friday, March 01, 2013, 3:01 AM------------------------------------------------ Outskirts of Crystal City The vast Sagros Plain yields to more broken ground at its northern border, where grim evidence of war reasserts itself.Craters of various diameters with rusted, torn rims become more and more frequent, especially in the territory around Crystal City and the badly-damaged roadway leading north from it, but around the city itself, it is mysteriously clear. Or not so mysteriously; the city has been completely rebuilt. From nearby, it is difficult to see much more than the massive city walls and the upper stories of its tallest buildings, but from further away or from the air, the graceful indigo steel-and-crystal towers are more visible. "Twenty-three, monitor all energy discharges. Set scanners to high, and divert additional power from the engines is necessary," Outbound says, as he sits within the pilot's seat of the Decepticon Shuttle by the name Despoiler which hovered high in the Cybertron sky. His feet are kicked up upon the console and crossed at the ankles. Clearly the infantrymech was 'taking it easy', though naturally even so he was busy reading over something on datacomputer that adorns his left forearm. After another moment he leans forward slightly and punches a key on the communication's console beneath his feet, "Windshear, are you certain that you wish to take point on this recon?" The Seeker doesnt respond for a moment as he just lets the air course over his body in the rush of flight. He hasnt flown actually in some cycles. And though he loves to fly a shuttle, hes had enough of flying one and this time hes out in front of it flying point. <"I already am, Outbound, too late to ask."> he asks as he suddenly tips downward and decends. <"This is the area we keep running into Autobots.">> Windshear begins as the Windshear shaped dent comes into view on the far wall of a building. <" That tells me -- smeg its obvious, theres something major in the Bot underground in this area."> he pulls up and transforms to land on the road next to the windshear dented wall. A dead black McDonnell Douglas F15A transforms into Windshear. Hubcap is not hiding, really, he just wants a little distance from all those people congratulating 'Bumblebee' on his speech. The Decepticons aren't exactly being subtle, flying like that. Hubcap peers over the edge of a crater, trying to figure out how to turn things to his advantage. Remedy got a report that there were cons in the area, and flew out to keep an eye on the enemy, and see if she can hamper things for them. Or rienforce any bots out here ___ ___ _ _ ___ _ _/ __| / _ \ | \| | / __| | | | || (__ | (_) | | .` | \__ \ |_| |_|\___| \___/ |_|\_| |___/ (_) (_) Outbound smirks. That's Windshear for ya... Always something 'smart' to say. He keys the shipboard comm again. "Acknowledged. If we might find the central hub for their incursions into Crystal City there will certainly be great honors heeped upon us for our efforts. Maybe you can get yourself out from beneath the Fleshling's bootheel..." If there was ever incentive for Windshear to be successful at anything not having to follow Singe's orders on the regular was it! "Keep in touch..." Windshear snorts, "Please, I saved Galvatron once, saved the absolution -- the flagship from going into the tarren sun. I got.. a medel... Im cursed in this universe, Outbound, Im cursed." universe? mmmm what has he seen in his travels as Jack Sparrowtron eh? ___ ___ _____ ___ _ _| _ ) / _ \ |_ _| / __| | | | || _ \ | (_) | | | \__ \ |_| |_||___/ \___/ |_| |___/ (_) (_) Hubcap hunkers down into his crater as the 'Con's continue to patrol. Maybe he can play this a different way... Remedy checks the proximity sensors and notices where Hubcap is. / __| / _ \ | \| | / __| | | | || (__ | (_) | | .` | \__ \ |_| |_|\___| \___/ |_|\_| |___/ (_) (_) Windshear starts looking around the building that the bots 'ploded. Somewheres in here there has to be the answer to why this area of the city is so bot infested. The Dead looking Seeker starts tossing debris aside looking for -- the elevator. Well well, what could be down here? The Zombie Seeker begins to pry the doors open, <"I think I found something, Outbound."> "Good... Lets make this recon worthwhile," Outbound replies, and sighs as he leans back in his seat and his pointed finger releases the comm button to begin typing upon his computer screen. As much as he loved volunteering for these types of missions given that it was something to do they could be just as boring as sitting around at Darkmount... Straxus, what he'd give for a little chaos! ___ ___ _____ ___ _ _| _ ) / _ \ |_ _| / __| | | | || _ \ | (_) | | | \__ \ |_| |_||___/ \___/ |_| |___/ (_) (_) Hubcap frowns slightly, there are too many suspicious folks on the 'Con frequency. Still, maybe it provided enough of a distraction to Remedy to go unnoticed. "Safer not to be noticed," hu mutters. Remedy peeks over the rim of the crater she's in. She has a general direction of Hubcap, but, she doesn't intend to go looking for him. Would create too big a target. ___ ___ _ _ ___ _ _/ __| / _ \ | \| | / __| | | | || (__ | (_) | | .` | \__ \ |_| |_|\___| \___/ |_|\_| |___/ (_) (_) Windshear prys the door openand sees the shaft empty. He looks down and sees that it goes down a lot farther then the building does. He snaps open his comm. Outbound's optics flash and in the next moment he's out of his seat and headed for the hatch. "Twenty-three, maintain safe distance. Hover and await recall order," the infantrymech commands Drone-23 who chirps an acknowledgement in binary. The hatch opens, and Outbound is falling Cybertron-ward in no time and before long at all he's following the path laid out by Windshear and bringing up the rear for backup. "Alright..." he begins, noticing the deep shaft... "I see. Could be anything in there," he begins, and immediately marks their position on a grid map and sends a wireless marker beacon back to Darkmount."...After you." ___ ___ _____ ___ _ _| _ ) / _ \ |_ _| / __| | | | || _ \ | (_) | | | \__ \ |_| |_||___/ \___/ |_| |___/ (_) (_) Hubcap starts upright and turns towards the Decepticons present, whom he can hear, even though he can't see them. Frowning, he risks a narrow-band transmission focused on Remedy. <> Remedy stiffens, hearing Hubcap's comm, <>
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