And now we're making a Beast Wars Role Play!

[laughingwarlock]

Trumpets blared in a traditional grand and symphonic fashion as a group of maximals entered a crowded waiting room with an old TV that had just started airing the six o clock news. They could smell the tension as soon as they passed through the door. Everyone’s attention was half on the TV and half on the person sitting next to them. Of course,

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[laughingwarlock]

Name: Nocturnus

Close Range: Bladed Metal Hooks
Long Range: Shotgun
Accessory: Flight

Physical Appearance: Two small curved hors upon his head, large eyes, and a hooked beak distinguish his face from most robots immediately. His wings fold out from his back like a B-2 stealth bomber, which suits his specialization in stealth and night operations. His coloration is a mixture of a lot of black and brown. He carries a total of eight curved bladed hooks, four sheathed on each leg.

Background: Growing up as a nerdy robot student with a love of philosophy and history, Nocturnus eventually took an interest in communication technology and hoped to pay his way through college level programming by enlisting in the Cybertron military. However, basic training camp changed him and he’s been in the military ever since.

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Name: Tuskonator

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[dark_eristis]

A robot would reveal himself into the light. "yo, Bitches, and Commander of course", with this he would give an awarkward salute. "My name is simple so all you Pred-a-bitchs better remember it Kw'it'skiwish (Linon for later). My weaponry is all costom, and will blow your little minds." With this he would pull out a Tactical Sniper Rifle. "This is a .55mm Caliber Sniper rifle. It would blow the little head off some bitch Predicons like yourselves easy." He would put that weapon away, and pull out a sword, wich seemed to glow in the darkened room. "And this is my Sword. It's my baby project. Little pred-a-bitchs like you wouldn't want to cross this shit." At this point Kw (or Linon) would put the weapons away and face Optimus Primal. "I am the tactical and weapon's master in this little warband. No one else here looks to have the Qualifacation. So now I ask you, sir. Why are we here, and why are those bitc... predacons, here with us?"

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Optimus Primal stood aghast at the soldiers’ utter lack of formality. He had maintained command over several military units, kept control over his troops when they were stranded on an alien planet, and managed to keep his head when time itself was under attack. Yet he had never seen someone deviate that much from military conduct in an official briefing…ever

And so it begins

[dark_eristis]

Linon would exit out with the other Maximals, and Predacons. Walking forward he would speak, seemingly to nobody.

"Well, Dr. Hystarics. You are quite the Celebrity. You achived quite alot at such a young age. Really impressive. Unfortunetly for you, the technology that would make you known throughout all the history annuls, is being banned, and it is unlikily that you COULD out do that. Seemes you will die an unknown scientist. To bad for you, but all bad blood aside, good to have you one the team."

Kw' would put out a hand as if to shake his hand, but would pull it back in the last secound. Letting himself fall back alittle he would speak to the assembeled group.

"As I told you I am the Tactical, and weapons master. I know more about weapons then most if not all Max-preds. I can hotwire most weapons good, and will take care of all of you as far as weapons and Ammo goes. Even you Preds. It was an order. Any questions or statments before we head out?"

It seemed that he was putting himself in command. This was a natural tendacy of

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[laughingwarlock]

The tall lanky one raised his hand in a gesture to beckon Kw' towards him. They slowly but cautiously approached one another and stood facing in a stand off. Suddenly he dropped one of his long boxes to the ground and undid the coded lock. After it clicked open he carefully removed three pieces of a long custom sniper rifle, gold plated and with a tank of energon attached to the trigger to give the bullets and extra kick. In one swift movement he attached each sequential piece to one another until it was one of the longest sniper rifles anyone had every seen.

"I was going to ask you if you could repair it in case it got busted," the predacon said in a taunting female voice. "But it look's like that mine is bigger then yours."

She quickly slung the sniper rifle over her back and picked up her two boxes with the other hand, wearing her usual expressionless face. She approached the ship and entered silently.

Doctor Hysterics began to run past everyone towards the ship with a large grin on his face. "Shotgun!" He called.

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[dark_eristis]

Tuskanator sighed as the cocky maximal pulled away his hand. He shook his head and muttered "Its sad really....to be young and reckless...knowing so little but talking so much, however the more understanding we have of the world we live in, the less we can truly know in the innocent aspects." "I suppose just because you can explain something scientiffically dosent make it less magical."
He would then turn to linon and say "Well i guess being so intellectually inferior has its perks, just try and not be too much of a pain."

He then would grab his tool kits and walk on to the ship.

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[laughingwarlock]

((I should have mentioned this earlier, but Bigmouth talks like a deep voiced 1920's gangster.))

Nocturnus walked up to Ky' and sigh with a smile, "Hooooooo boy. Looks' like this mission is getting off to a grand start, right? Don't worry. I'm sure everything is going to turn out fine in the end if we let it."

The maximal turned his head a full 180 degree angle on it's neck to look at Bigmouth, who was right behind him. He cocked a whimsical eyebrow and said, "Are you in?"

The large robot quit picking at one of his teeth to cast a puzzled look at Nocturnus. "What are ya talkin about? In on what, maximal?"

Nocturnus snapped his neck back to it's original position quickly before saying, "The mission, of course! Whoooooooooo's in on being a team player?"

Bigmouth let out a grunt and began walking towards the ship. "Sure kid, whatever."

Let the plot begin!

[laughingwarlock]

Tensions eased up somewhat after the ship was up in the air and zooming through the open blackness of space. Dr. Hysterics was occupying himself by prowling through the halls, getting a feel for the layout of the ship. The large toothed predacon, Bigmouth, was snoring in his quarters, an unlit energon cigar hanging from his mouth. The long skinny predacon was sitting in the ship’s bridge in front of one of the computers, her eyes darting across the room every second to betray her laid back demeanor to her acute senses. Her presence seemed to be making Nocturnus uneasy, who was sitting at another computer on the bridge while fidgeting in his seat

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[laughingwarlock]

Tuskinator was suprised by the charging praying mantis. He was barely able to duck and roll under the first slice of one of her swords. He then stirnly said "Maximals!!! Refrain from using destructive weapons in a trans warp state

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[laughingwarlock]

"Finnish me off?" The Predacon scoffed. "I thought it was Maximal code not to kill

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[dark_eristis]

Kw would step forward out of the shadows. He was holding a sniper rifle aimed at the now statis locked Far-Slash. His sniper rifle had fired, and it was now evident that he had shot the blade. Due to this the Blade would not Pierce Tusky where it would do the most damage. Kw would step forward and run up to the controls. He would seem to fiddle with the controls

[laughingwarlock]

After Kw' typed in the controls for his makeshift emergency trans warp exit, everyone held their breath. The computer initiated a countdown. "Lasers all firing at six o' clock in 3...2

[laughingwarlock]

Cheetor couldn't help but purr a little as he thought about Megatron tethered to the top of the ship while they enjoyed the comforts inside. What was better was they were going back to Cybertron. To their home! He swiveled in his chair and turned to Optimal Optimus, "Hey Big Bot! This ship has a trans warp drive prototype, right

[laughingwarlock]

As the ship in front of them was being engulfed in a blue light, Nocturnus was already trying to pull the ship up as hard as he could. They were zooming towards each other in what seemed to be an imminent and catastrophic crash but at the last nano cycle the two ships were able to avoid a fatal result

The Decent.

[dark_eristis]

Kw would pick himself up from the crash and examine the ships controls. He would play with the controls a little before giving it up.

"It seems that although the sip made it here in one piece, the controls did not. Almost half the controls in the ship are fried, Weapons are... all down. There is only one Laser operational, and it is only at 12% power."

Kw would turn around to Noctornis and nod his head with relievment.

"There is good news though. The Observitory is still operational. I have the corordinits of aproximatly where the Preds went.