Sixshot
Decepticon
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Posts: 7
Alias: Kavac
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him
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Post by Sixshot on Feb 11, 2019 4:51:30 GMT
Characters: Sixshot , [Open to All] Location: 76° 18' 0.0108'' S, 148° 0' 0.0000'' W Content Warnings: None Plot Summary: Two days ago, a Decepticon facility that never existed began broadcasting a distress signal from the Antarctic across all Cybertronian frequencies. Megatron sends the Decepticons to investigate.
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Sixshot
Decepticon
You gonna scroll past without sayin' howdy?
Posts: 7
Alias: Kavac
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him
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Post by Sixshot on Feb 11, 2019 5:17:32 GMT
It wasn't even predominantly an oceanic planet, and Sixshot had been given the perfect excuse to transform into a submarine! Why dive when you could drive? This time, Sixshot had an answer, and that answer was fragile ice flows. He knew a few people who'd love to see him flounder his way across a glacier in tank-mode. They'd have to be content to figuratively watch Sixshot as he gracefully glided through the deep Antarctic waters for now. He was nearing solid ground finally. As kick-aft as it was to finally get to swim for a change, Sixshot was easily bored. He was a landlubber, after all.
The USS Sixshot breached after a long journey, only to find that it was dark, and also consumed in a snowstorm. It was day as far as his chrono was telling him. Damn axial tilt, he thought. No way in hell he was making the trip on a set of treads, either; still too slow for his taste. The storm did however afford him the chance to use his second-least used alt mode. Transforming into a large wolf, Sixshot let out a proud howl to the tune of the winds whipping around him.
Marching along, he went over the details in his head.
Approximately 48 hours prior to his arrival, the Nemesis, and presumably all other Cybertronian equipment in range picked up a very strange signal from the Antarctic. It was Decepticon in origin, yet neither the speaker nor their clearance code could be authenticated. In fact, the identity of the speaker could not be ascertained either, despite being accompanied by a video transmission. From the transmission itself, it would seem that the facility was scientific in nature, and currently under security lock-down. The only real problem was that officially, and unofficially, the place didn't exist. Megatron had never ordered the construction of an Antarctic facility, nor had anyone else in the upper echelons following a line of thorough questioning.
At the very least, Sixshot had been ordered to silence the transmission. Ultimately, Megatron wanted answers, and to be honest, so did Sixer. So long as the Autobots got jack, everything would go nice and smoothly...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 3:49:02 GMT
Starscream was unhappy. Though, there was rarely a time when he was happy anymore. He felt pleasure in his actions at times, yes, but not happiness. Still, he was less happy than usual. The familiar simmering of resentment he felt toward Megatron had again been stirred. Ordered to the Antarctic like some sort of errand bot. There were plenty of others who could have served the purpose of confirming this base and its origin. Tarn and his squad of single-processored brutes, for instance. They were so undyingly loyal after all.
Seething quietly with an unattractive sneer on his faceplates, the Air Commander dropped out of the cloud cover over his target destination. Already his joints protested the cold. He was built for the depths of space and capable of traversing them, but, not for the freezing climates at the poles of this wretched organic planet. He was further displeased to find that he had dropped into the middle of a snow storm. White bunches of ice crystals flew about, the wind whipping them against his plating. A low, disgusted growl rumbled from his chest. There was far too much moisture on this planet.
Still internally grumbling, Starscream opened his comms to the Decepticon channel. The sooner he got to the bottom of this 'mystery base' the better. Almost as soon as he touched down, pedes sinking into soft snow much to his distaste, his audial receptors picked up a howl. An Earth creature? No. That was a Cybertronian reading. His contact, then.
::This is Commander Starscream. I am here at the request of our leader, Megatron, to respond to your signal and clear up this matter of an Antartic base. Respond.::
It was an order, spoken carelessly in an almost bored tone.
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Sixshot
Decepticon
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Posts: 7
Alias: Kavac
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him
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Post by Sixshot on Feb 23, 2019 4:36:50 GMT
What was briefly imperceptible to his audials was suddenly very loudly played to him over his comms. Starscream had arrived in his usual fashion, loud, proud, and without his bearings. In the middle of a snowstorm, no less. As per the norm, his voice caused Sixshot's optics to scrunch up. Starscream just had that perfect balance between nails on a chalkboard and cloth over glass. Sixer was half-tempted to just let him waddle around in the dark cold for a while, aimlessly. He'd already attempted to raise the facility over comms, only to be met with dead silence.
Superwarrior or not, he'd feel better having another pair of optics watching his back.
Unbeknownst to Starscream however, Sixshot's optics were already watching his back.
As if they were a pair of spotlights, Sixshot's eyes lit up. Standing directly behind Starscream was the wolf himself, his optics cutting through the darkness. As hilarious as this interaction was in Sixshot's mind, he didn't imagine Starscream to be taking it quite the same way. A predatory beast was one thing, but a phase sixer was another. Lucky for him he was both!
"If callin' them were an option, we wouldn't be here."
Sixshot transformed out of his wolf mode, back up to full height. Perhaps that only served to make him all the more imposing, however. He tilted his head slightly in a soft nod.
"Commander."
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