Transformer New Horizons: Rebirth of The Tyrant. RP

Community Role Playing
1971

Angel tries to figure out who wrote that modern part of history so he could understand their obvious bias.

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1972

“More or less.”
Treadquake replied. He seemed to lighten up a bit, but still seemed a bit stern.

The author was listed as “Flatfoot”, a name that wouldn’t mean anything to Angel.

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1973

Angel got up and put each book back where he found it before looking for the convoy crew to ask some questions.

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1974

“I guess I’ll just… wait here then.”
He shuffled awkwardly.

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1975

“Ya can still check somefin’ out if ya like. Or look around tha rest of tha convoy while ya wait.”
Treadquake said, a bit more pleasantly this time.

Outside the library, there were plenty of crew members making use of the rec center. There was one predacon who was sitting by himself at a nearby table, playing a game of solitaire.

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1976

Angel looked for whomever seemed the least busy so as to avoid being rude.

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1977

Tripwire leaves the armory for the storage trailer. Meanwhile, Backbreaker and Hemorrhage settle in the barracks.

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1978

Is this Dirtboss taking Maximus this far to keep him out of trouble then? Or is this trip always untypical?

He watches the card game for a bit to try and identify it, but gets up and approaches the pool table instead.

“Hey there, mind if I join?” Timberjack asks.

Coverfire grabs his mouth and Railgun glares at him. This is why they speak quietly, never know when one can understand them. They wait to see them start, but if it takes too long they’ll start heading to other areas.

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1979

The bot playing solitaire didn’t seem to invested in his game, and likely wouldn’t mind some conversation.

“Don’t see why not.”
One of predacons replied.

“Alright. Move out!”
Dirtboss’ voice blared into the room, and all the locked in Dust Devils began to drive in place. The group could hear a similar cacophony coming from the floor below them.

“Maybe we should ask about all this?”
Nebula suggested.

Tripwire would find the same collections of energon, ammo, and valuables as the others did. By this point Dropkick had managed to get somewhat comfortable and power down. Meanwhile Bombatron was struggling to do the same.

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1980

Angel sits down at the table with the solitaire player, “Good day.” He greets.

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1981

Tripwire tours the bay, passively inspecting the Dust Devils’ wares. What sort of tech did they keep here, he wonders?

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1982

“Where do you get these weapons anyway? Do you make them?” Darksting asked him.

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1983

“Oh!” Juliana was a little startled, not really expecting to be found. “Hullo, yes it is. Can I help you with anything?”

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1984

“Thanks,” Timberjack says and grabs a pool stick with his tail. He waits his turn, using the feller head on his tail to move the stick back and forth for his strikes. Remains quiet for the moment to see if the others say anything first. If not, he decides to break the ice.

“Say, do you guys barter with anyone on the city edges?”

“If you want to, you can, but I’m going to leave them alone.” Railgun replies.

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1985

The predacon looked up from his game.
“Oh. Hello there.”

The road bound pirates had plenty of odd and interesting gadgets that they had stolen over the years. Audio recorders, hologram projectors, scientific scanning equipment, and plenty more.

“Most of 'em are old weapons tha commanda got from tha Maximal Federation. Oi made tha rest.”
The predacon replied.

“Nah. I was just lookin’ for a bunk to sleep in. Though I hear we gotta share rooms.”
Hoverbug replied.

“We used to. There’s a few pirate safe towns close to our territory. They’re where we got all our supplies.”
Said one predacon.

“Well, all the supplies we don’t steel anyway. We haven’t been out there in ages. Not since Megatron came back. Dirtboss has been playing it really safe since then.”
Said the other.

“Alright then.”
Nebula said. She stepped away from the group to try to distance herself. Since she knew Railgun didn’t like having a lot of attention drawn on him.

“Excuse me! Down here!”
Nebula called. The supervisors looked around a bit before she noticed the minicon.

“Oh, uh, hi. I guess you’re with those guests we brought on?”
She asked.

“Indeed I am. I just wanted to know how all this works? Why don’t you just use a regular engine?”
Nebula asked.

“Oh that? It’s pretty interesting actually. See the commander learned something important from her days in the Federation. Burning energon leaves a trail. A trail that can be tracked. It doesn’t mean much for space craft, given how fast they move and how far they go out. But if the Federation ever scent of trail like that? Or worse, the decepticons. They’d be able to track us down in no time flat. So we power this big rig ourselves to remain virtually undetectable.”
The supervisor explained, sounding rather enthusiastic about it all.

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1986

“I’m Angel.” He says, extending a hand to shake.

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1987

Darksting gazed over the many, many weapons that were in the Dust Devils’ armory.
“From what I can tell you didn’t do too bad of a job.” he said.

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1988

Now Tripwire was in his element. He pores over the various bits of tech, grabbing items at random and turing them over in his hands. In his jaunt, he might also run into Razorbite, if the predacon was still in the cargo bay (@TotalMaddness)

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1989

“Oh, I didn’t know. I was just trying to find somewhere out of the way. Feel free to take this room, I’ll find somewhere to slip into. It’s not like I’ve got anything to my name, after all!” She added the last part on nervously

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1990

Razorbite was far too focused on looking around for any chemicals he could find to notice Tripwire approaching him, and as such was knocked headfirst into a shelf as he passed.

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