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2014-02-17 20:13

( when the feed clicks on, oz draws himself up with a (ridiculous) imperious look and puffed out chest, pointing into the camera with all the grandiosity a small sixteen year old boy can manage.

it's not a whole lot, but he makes the effort anyway. )

I have a very important question for everyone! ( clearly it must be something of great import! he certainly believes so. ) You should tell me about your most favorite place in the world —

( falters and frowns. ) though I suppose that'd be too limited when we're in a place like this, wouldn't it? Then...

— what's your most favorite place anywhere, and why!

( he should probably explain what his is, or at least explain why he's so curious or maybe why he's being so demanding about it, but he just cuts the feed. )

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2014-02-17 09:52

shitflashpointsays

[ This little adventure? Not exactly the vacation of a lifetime. Flashpoint's never missed her flask of engex more than now. She needs a drink, or she's gonna start rubbing the enamel clean off her faceplates. Sharing hangar number-why-do-they-need-this-many-hangars with Deadlock hasn't exactly encouraged peace-of-mind inducing solid recharge. Two extremely long weeks later she's finally got her own place though, and HELL YES the fabricators sure do make energon as well as organic food. There's just one critical problem. ]

[ They don't make booze. Apparently engex was not high on the engineering staff's list of quality of life enhancements for Cybertronians. Well, frag that. She'll just make her own. Uh. Somehow... ]

So. My people subsist on energon and the oh-so-kind engineers here have programmed the fabricators to make it but...

Mmmm...

I'm hoping to modify the formula. A little variety shall we say? Increased, uh, 'potency' most definitely.

[ Hopefully with inebriating effects. Hey, no one said it wasn't legal! Right? ]

Not a scientist though. Anyone give me a hand?

[ Yes, she really is asking for help making moonshine. ]

[And if this broadcast had fine print it would read 'proceed at your own risk; energon has explosive tendencies' but fine print means caution and caution + Flashpoint aren't exactly a common package deal.]

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2014-02-16 21:51

zouichi

[This particular video showed someone who looked almost exactly like a human man in his mid-twenties, dressed from the neck down in black body armor.]

Hi, this is Kanoe Zouichi. I'm a Synthetic Human from a corporation called Toua Heavy Industries, back on Earth. And now I guess I'm part of the newest batch of people from that spacefold accident.

I heard some of you have already been here for a little while, and since I've got two months to figure out what to do out here, I thought I'd ask what everyone else's plans were. The militia sounded like the way to go -- for me, anyway. So if any of you were planning to do the same, I'd appreciate hearing from you.

I'm also interested to hear how you've been treated since coming here. Reasonably? Unreasonably?

If you don't feel comfortable talking about it over the comm, I'd be happy to come meet you; just thought it'd be useful to get some other perspectives.

Thanks, and stay safe out there.

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2014-02-12 16:25

zerolimits

Zero could learn close to any technique from defeated enemies. He could fight off hundreds of Mavericks without much effort. He could even rush back into action constantly, mission after mission. But there was one thing he had difficulty doing. And that was dealing with excessive free-time.

Since being brought here, Zero has had close to nothing to do. He would train from time to time in the small area that was his living space, but he could only do so little without risk of either wrecking his room or accidentally smashing into someone else's. He tried to do some reading a couple days ago, but there was little at the library that interested him by way of fiction. He did read about the different races within and without the fleet's Confederation, particularly the Wadjit and the AIs of Bama, the latter he though of as just Mavericks by a different name.

Today, Zero can be seen just walking around Teuberg, minding his own business. He has been walking for sometime now, since late in the morning in fact. Just walking, thinking about what to do to occupy his time, which by now was what he WAS doing to occupy it. When he finally got fed up with that, he let out a sigh as put his hand to the jewel on his forehead in aggravation.

"All of this downtime is torture. At this rate, even I might go Maverick if I don't find something to do," he said out loud to no one. With the wording, he of course meant that he'd go crazy.

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2014-02-04 19:45

blight_phoenix

-Sup fleet network. If this is your first experience with ECHO Casting, don't be alarmed by the rudimentary, semi-holographic video you are being presented with. It's just how the thing works. It ain't pretty, but it will get the point across.-

Greetings. After a conversation with Ensign Navarro, and conversation among ourselves, myself and my fellow Vault Hunters have decided to make our services available to the fleet at large. There are a few words to describe what we do. Freelancers. Odd jobbers. Mercenaries…

Don't forget badasses. -Time for the small redhead to chime in.-

Let's be honest here, we're all pretty much amazing at everything we do, ass-kicking included. So if you think about it, this kind of a great opportunity for you guys, our faithful ECHO subscribers!

-Whoops, old habits die hard.-

I mean, potential clients, or something.

POTENTIAL REPAIRMEN OF THE MEAT BICYCLE!

-And then there was that guy. Who seems to just flail himself around when he speaks. Well, speak’s not a good word for it. Scream is.-

Right… all of that… Anyways, we are offering ourselves for private security, fetch quests, walking your dog, anything you can think of. We’ll do it, if the price is right.

COME ON DOOOOOOOWN! YOU’RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT! YOU SHOW US THE GREEN AND WE’LL SHOW YOU OUR MEAN.

-The redhead looks at him, then back at their audience- Isn’t this guy great?

Now, I realize that some of you have never even heard of us before. So. Hello to you, my adoring new subscribers! I’m essentially the greatest engineer ever. See this arm? -Gaige lifts up her left arm, which is entirely robotic.- Built it myself after I hacked off the original.

How freakin’ metal is that?

It’s… pretty metal. I mean literally metal. Ahem. -Maya awkwardly clears her throat.- I’m Maya. Hi. Uh… I’m a Siren? So there’s that. I can do cool… Siren… stuff… -And obviously still lacks experience with addressing a crowd-

AND I’M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAAAAAIN!!! [Close enough…]

And that’s Krieg. Say hi Krieg.

I’D RATHER SNORT A KNIFE INTO MY BRAIN!

O-okay, well… um… Yeah. That’s us. Vault Hunters for hire.

-Maya quickly kills the feed before things get even more out of hand.-

[[ ooc: blue is Maya, orange is Gaige, and red is Krieg. Replies will come from all three, some threads may be jumped around in. And a reminder that people cannot hear Krieg's [inner voice], so have at them! ]]

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2014-02-04 12:17

driftlock

"Oh, FRAG no."

Such is Deadlock's reaction, loud enough to be heard in the corridor outside through the open door, as he steps into the hangar, divided in half by a stripe of paint, one half with a helpful label 'Deadlock', the other 'Flashpoint.

Everyone else got their very own nice little rooms with berths and maintenance facilities and scrap like that, and Deadlock gets a half a hangar. 'Cause that's totally fair.

Not that it was news to him that life wasn't fair. And he'd slept in worse places, in the gutters, where you had to hide so the syphoners didn't get you or you weren't dragged off for a little dubiously consenting donation to the local Relinquishment Clinic.

But still, even Rodion hadn't expected him to recharge next to an...Autobot.

No fraggin' way he was going to transform with her watching.

Maybe she'll be smart enough to not show up. Or maybe, being an Autobot, she was so dumb she hit the airlock instead. That was a cheerful thought: Flashpoint floating clueless and alone in the vastness of space. So he's almost smiling (what are you nuts? A real smile would break this face) as he moves to stow his most valuable possessions: his guns, with a grenade with an Autobot logo on it proudly in the middle.

Who says he doesn't have an optic for style?

((OOC: Open to anyone wandering by/exploring!))

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2014-02-04 02:07

kingtyrantranger

Even at night, the city lived.

Jason had waited for the artificial sun to set, feeling the chill as the weather control slowly lowered the temperature to simulate 'night'. Honestly, if he hadn't known better, Jason might have thought he was watching a real sunset, and that stars above him came from a real sky, not a... hologram, or whatever that was up there. He'd asked and the best answer they gave him was that the ceiling was covered in giant TV screens, offering a view of the space around them. Like that was the most normal thing in the world.

You put on red spandex and fight size-changing monsters created by a witch on the moon. I don't think you get to talk about 'weird'.

Now that it was night, traffic was starting to die down. At least in the area near their temporary housing. Some sweatpants and a loose shirt weren't hard to convince that fabricator thing in his room to spit out, and as soon as he had them his shoes were slapping against the pavement. Billy, maybe Trini, they could've figured this out quickly enough. Jason had no illusions about being on their level, though, and so he ran to clear his head.

It took a while, but he was going at it hard and fast and even Jason's supply of energy wore out once in a while. He slowed to a stop and wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead. Then, finally noticing the spot he was in, he took a few steps towards the edge and laid a hand on the railing. He stood on a bit of an outcropping, looking over a part of the city. Lights glimmered as far as he could see, from the brilliant colors of the Colosseum to the serpentine movements of traffic to the flickering lights. A sixty-mile ship with five hundred thousand people in it. And he was alone, with the others either still in the hospital or, hopefully, at home. At least he still had his power, he could still generate his Power Crystal, but that was a small condolence for the rest of this mess.

"Man. What did I even get dragged into?" His breathing finally slowed a bit and he placed both hands on the rail, just... absorbing it all.

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2014-02-01 15:58

crux_mods

Whatever your activities before, they're interrupted by a sudden lurching feeling, like someone's put a hook into the pit of your very being and yanked. There's a brief burst, a brilliantly twisting tunnel? And then silence. Stars fill your vision, along with bodies, machines, and not much else before everything mercifully goes black. The shock of it, more than the lack of air.

And then, there's sound. There's not much at first. Beeping. Lots of beeping. Some of it is irritatingly loud, and apparently it's the cause of a lot of excitement. When vision returns, the first thing to note would be alien writing blinking in your field of vision, displayed on a monitor or a clear bubble somewhere. Alien, but familiar enough for you to read "Awakening". Whatever that means, you're apparently not alone, as people in black and white uniforms are rushing through the large room you're in, the room filled with people hooked up to all kinds of machines. Of course, some of them don't look entirely like people.

All of a sudden, a haggered face fills your field of vision. "Great Shades of Elvis! Another one! Look, please remain calm." The poor nurse turns and starts to fiddle with some of the machines surrounding you. "There's been an accident, but you're okay. Try to stay quiet and don't disturb the other patients. Someone will be with you in a moment." They turn away to shout across the room, as if that wouldn't disturb anyone. "Hoi, Oglaf! Mark this one as alive so Security can take them for the briefing!" He gestures at some official looking people in red and black uniforms assisting other patients into wheelchairs. "Just flag one of them down, they'll take you to the briefing. We'll explain everything. Just don't panic, you're in good hands." He grins and pats your shin. "Welcome to the Fleet, eh? 'scume, someone else is starting to budge and I gotta make sure it's not some poor sot swallowed his tongue again." With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts and the bright lights.

[Medical Arrival | Hangar Arrival | Briefing | Post-Briefing 1 | Post-Briefing 2]

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