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Post by shadowstrike on Jan 1, 2017 1:21:44 GMT
For ten years the Quintesson's waged a war with the unified forces of the four factions (Autobots, Predacons and both Decepticon factions). This war would become known as the Second Quintesson War, which began with the invasion of numerous Cybertronian worlds by the slaver empire and wouldn't end until the forces had been forced into unknown space with their defeat at Velocitron. It would be on Velocitron that the Quintesson's would hold their harshest stand using a population almost entirely enslaved to hold off their Cybertronian counterparts for more than three years both in atmosphere and on the ground.
It was on this planet Operation Broken Chain occurred. A daring infiltration that went into the heart of the Quintesson controlled city of New Kledji, and struck at the centre of their slave operations. It was an event that would result in the destruction of a slave centre; with chains broken and a reprogramming system shattered... this is it's story.
OOC: As a notice the events in here are currently non-canon but they may become canon at a later stage. Due to the rules of this section of the forums any character is allowed to be used whether they are approved or not (or even not created yet), however the players involved must still follow the standard rules such as no godmodding. In addition since this is set during the Second Quintesson War and it may become canon at some point I request only characters who would be alive at this time get involved.
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Post by shadowstrike on Feb 3, 2017 1:53:06 GMT
Ever since the first stages of the Second Quintesson War, Velocitron had been a firm piece in the Quintesson's Empire. The slavers unexpected assault on a race split by civil war, had left them with their only opposition consisting of divided forces unwilling to unite even as chains where wrapped around them. For a time such a future had seemed destined for numerous subraces of those who descended from Cybertron. Since then however the rest of the galaxy had changed, the lines between Autobot and Decepticon once clear where now blurred, warped into the only image that really mattered. Cybertronians united.
It was this unified force that had pushed the Quintesson's back as even their desperate attempts to reprogramme their slaves into shocktroopers had only done so much to delay the unstoppable force. Now Velocitron, the centre piece of the Quintesson's expansion was surrounded, an army of two hundred ships where closing in from every direction as countless more formed a net to prevent their escape to their hidden homeworld.
Out of the ships that surrounded the planet one of the most impressive was 'The Dauntless' a recently produced Autobot Battlecrusier designed primarily for interception that had became infamous among the Quintessons for it's ability to chase after their retreating lines. It wasn't the most heavily armoured or by any means the most well armed but where it did have other ships of its size outclassed was in the speed and agility which was leagues beyond anything else of this time period. In addition to it's speed and agility the battlecruiser also claimed one of the best communication centres amongst all of the Cybertronian fleets, due in part for the necessity to receive quick updates to assist with its mission of hunting down other ships.
As a consequence of these communication systems 'The Dauntless' was currently hanging on the edge of Veleocitron's primary orbital sector, just outside of any of the numerous anti-space systems that had left the Alliance forces cautiously building up their forces, as it served for a staging ground for one of the numerous missions planned for the planet. Due to this the war room usually unused was currently filled, the wide room that was usually bare expect for a holoprojector in the centre for briefings looked a lot more crowded than usual as one aerialbot almost entirely painted in gold currently stood in the middle.
"Okay listen up we don't have all day, this is a joint operation between all our forces. The current mission name is Broken Chains, if you where not given that code name get out..." The mech stated as he looked over the crowd with his sharp blue optics filled with experience that was only emphasised by the Elite Guard emblem on his chest. For a moment he seemed perfectly content to wait it out before he suddenly allowed a warm smile to cross his face. "...No ones here who's not meant to be then hopefully. Well that's an improvement." He joked before giving the rooms occupants a long look over. "For those who are not aware my name is Sabre, I am the current mission commander, if you are unhappy with this stipulation then you may also leave." He paused waiting for anyone to back out, well aware that he'd gained a reputation for killing more than a few Decepticons back in the Civil War. Goldflash was a reference to his style of sudden appearance strikes and departures which had more than a few times only left an afterblurr and the sound of his jets screeching by. "If not then it's time for introductions before we begin."
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Post by Gearchange on Feb 3, 2017 16:58:03 GMT
Amongst the enlisted was a 30ft mech, donning a set of menacing armoured shoulder pads, he didn't bear any signs or branding as of yet, but certain elements were obtained from the upgrades given to him for the war.
I'm Gearchange, originally a construction worker, hauling heavy loads far across Cybertron and using a sledgehammer and engineering to level buildings and build new ones. Now I'm here to put my muscle to good use, Weapons trained and with a serious piece of kit trusted to me, I'm going to be hauling much more than construction materials when we get down there.
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Post by Novaflame on Feb 3, 2017 19:52:02 GMT
A tall, well aged Vosnian named Novaflame was among the ranks to help liberate the planet Velocitron, he had been around during the first golden age and had survived the functionist era and had seen the terrors of the cybertronian civil war, having been a victim of the attack on Vos. He had survived but with great emotional anguish and physical wounds, and now, he is about to put down a tyrannical regime on Cybertrons speed loving counterpart, Velocitron, ruled by the fanatical Quintessons. Novaflame was more than happy to join, for this was a mission of mercy, the very thing his spark beats for, the ensurement of freedom for those who are enslaved and had endured great misery under the lashes of cruel slave drivers.
I am Novaflame of Vos, and I enlisted to help free those who have had their freedom taken from them, for those who would know me, be it personally, or had heard of me, would know that I can not stand seeing others suffer unwillingly, if they willingly gave their freedom to the quintessons, I would not be so worried about them and we would not be here to free them. However, they were not wanting this, thus it is now up to us to ensure that the Velocitronians are freed from their enslavement.
Novaflame smiled, he may be getting up there in age, but he still has a lot of fight left in him, and his aerial combat skills he is certain will be of great assistance in this fight.
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Post by Carbyne on Feb 4, 2017 0:02:42 GMT
While other introduced themselves, he felt disinclined to. They didn't need a narrative, however brief, of his life story; where he came from, what he does. Introductions should be simple. Just like he wanted their expectations of him to be. Just like his expectations of them were.
"Carbyne," he said. "Warrior." It could be as simple as that.
If anyone present should have reason to be skeptical of the gathered group of Cybertronians, it was the neutrals like Carbyne. People who had been forced away from their home because neither of the faction could cooperate long enough to consider what was best for their kind as a whole, each only being concerned with their division of the race. From their record of inability to coexist, he doubted this offensive would go as smoothly as the others likely assumed it would. The matter of their 'leader' being an Autobot- one of the aggressors in the Cybertronian's civil war- should have been a matter of contention in and of itself. He would be the first to make their ranks a matter of faction, putting a voice to the concern that most present had probably kept in the back of their minds since the start. Even separated from the war, he had heard of Sabre, and of his activities. He fully recognized the boldness with which he was about to speak. That some might not agree with him, that others would have their own sentiments to add, or that he would be dismissed for acting so expressively; for openly challenging their 'commander.'
"I am unhappy with the stipulation of answering to an Autobot such as yourself. You are a member of a faction; by its very definition, a division of our race. The war you waged is no worse than this one, in my eyes." "But I will not leave." At this point he took a moment to gauge the room's audience. Autobot, Decepticon, unaffiliated- the crowded space was filled with members of groups who were pointedly prejudice against one another. "And I urge others who have similar grievance with you to do likewise. We should not follow an Autobot. But we can put our trust in a Cybertronian. In you. Because here, all are one. And one is- Cybertronian."
It was a challenge. There was no arguing the point. Yet, not a challenge of authority, but a challenge to attain something greater than a division of their race; to achieve the unity of their race. It was something Carbyne had always striven for. Faced against this opponent, perhaps it would be members of the factions like Sabre who would rise to the occasion and set aside their differences to work toward a common goal.
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Post by Novaflame on Feb 4, 2017 17:38:09 GMT
Nova noticed the unalligned cybertronian here, he had openly challenged the commander, something not many dared to do, and not many would actively do, because of the ramifications it usually held, but at the same time, it showed he had the courage to do so, and thus the courage to do what he needed to do, especially the last few lines about following Cybertronians, something HE can agree with, factions lead to division, something he believed in before, that is why he never joined the autobots or the decepticons, but rather did odd jobs for whoever would give him honest work, if it was a con, he would do it, so long as the con did not have him do anything dastardly, he had declined as many jobs as he had accepted from the cons, he even declined as many jobs from the autobots, because he did not agree with the terms they were offering. Nova knew the same pain this one felt, he worked for the decepticons and the autobots alike, not because they were in a faction, but because they were Cybetronians, he did not let their factions to stop him from befriending the more honorable members of each.
I know how you feel Carbyne, I too once felt as you were, I was unalligned back then too, but as such, when I saw the two sides, I did not see autobots or decepticons, I saw two sets of Cybertronians who held opposing views and could not get along for it. However, in the Unified Cybertronian Alliance, there is no division, only factions involving the infrastructure, not factions of warfare. And thus, I am proud that all sides get along, I follow Saber because he is trying to fight for the freedom of an enslaved race, to drive back the capricious Quintessons, and to free our speed loving cousins from the shackles of slavery.
Nova said to Carbyne, he showed his support for his fellow Cybertronian who was discontented with the factions, but also offering some words of wisdom to help him understand that this fight was more than just another war, this was not a war of ideals, this was a war to save a people who deserved freedom and got slavery instead of what they truly deserved.
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Post by feenixfire on Feb 5, 2017 7:44:41 GMT
Next to the large construction worker, was a thin and small looking femme (small when compared to the rest of them,) painted in bright orange and red with highlights of gold. Her eyes were large and scanned about the new faces as she heard Sabre speak, when he asked for introductions she let the others speak before she did. When it was her turn, she flaps her wings and says.
"I'm Feenixfire Lockheart, flyer and scout by nature. I'm fast and nimble so if you need anything done or delivered, just hand it to me and I'll guard it with my life. I'm also highly trained with a sniper rifle and katana swords sir."
At no point was she going to mention her family who were quite high up in the army (commander for the father and general for the mother,) as she didn't trust them not to try and gain influence.
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Post by AphidAphid on Feb 12, 2017 6:16:30 GMT
A camera lens zoomed in on each individual faceplate in the general vicinity. His odd and obviously modified figure sat awkwardly among those around him. It seemed he was in a pool of those with different mindsets, at least there was one familiar frame. Though he had wished it was just about anyone else. He continued following the conversation until silence. As that moment came he finally decided to speak up.
"I am Nexus, some know me as an archivist, others," his helm turns noticeably towards Carbyne, "know me as a spy for the Decepticon army." it seemed like he had to force the last chunk, of whom he was a spy for, out. Truthfully joining said faction was an in the moment action, one that far benefitted him given the circumstance he had been held under. "Though it pains me to say, I must agree with Carbyne. All past affiliations aside we must stand together, there is all something at home we are fighting for, whether it be family, friends, or some other ulterior motive, we are here for a reason."
Normally he would not have joined in on an event like this, but with the risk of the threat moving to their own planet, and therefore endangering quite possibly the one thing he valued other than himself, his minicon Hijack, he had joined the fight.
"As for skills I may bring to the table, I collect data first and foremost, but I am far from strangers with the battlefield. I am sure I can take anything they throw at me, and if there is a computer module I can find then I will be sure to take any information we may need, as long as it is safe to do so." Nexus nods crossing his arms before falling into silence again, simply observing. It was hard to tell how the large Cybertronian felt about anything, his features concealed and blocked, only the faint red glow of biolights shone from his dark person.
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Post by R47 on Feb 12, 2017 19:58:55 GMT
Among the crowd were two vehicon drones; one car and one jet. The car drone is brandished in a pair of orange racing stripes down his arms and legs, and a solid orange chestplate. The jet had a normal paint-job, except for a silver outline around her armor plating and wings. They each had a large weapon brandishing their backs and sidearms on their hips. The car had a assault rifle with a chainsaw bayonet and a hand-cannon, and the jet bore a long sniper rifle without a scope and a small machine gun. Each had a very faded decepticon logo on one shoulder, and a more vibrant white theta symbol on the other. During a brief silence after the last introduction, they each raised a three-digit hand so some could see who were speaking.
The car speaks first, with evidence being his bobbing helm as he spoke. I'm R-371, and this is R-1047, but you can call us Rick and Robin. We're former med-bay drones and war scouts. He didn't feel the need to say which side they fought for. Anyone who would even know what on earth a vehicon is can put two and two together in an instant. And we're here because someone paid us to. No idea who, though. They did have personal reasons to join, as they did know what it's like to be slaves, being Decepticon drones and all. But they didn't feel that these bots need to know.
The jet spoke next, and reveals herself to be a femme from her voice. Rick's a trained medical assistant and I in clean up. And just cause we're paid for this doesn't mean we won't give this mission our all. We specialize in recon, but we can and will do any job asked of us. And we don't care about old factions anymore, lead us well and we'll have no problem with you.
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Post by shadowstrike on Feb 14, 2017 21:44:21 GMT
While the rest of the group introduced themselves, along with the baggage they carried, Sabre stayed silent well aware that many of the complaints Carbyne had brought up where valid. The truth was the factions had divided their race, and it was only their unification in this war that had allowed them to bring themselves back from a resounding defeat that would have led to the enslavement of them all.
To Sabre though this war could have been so much worse than their previous civil wars, with the Quintessons desire for slaves if they win there would be only one possible scenario. On more than one occasion his point had been proven fighting against the reprogrammed footsoldiers of their enemies empire. So many velocitronians among others had fell to his hands all on the commands of ones they would never serve willingly. At least with the civil war the damage though severe and more than commonly fatal, didn't desecrate the bodies with the mind of a thrall.
That was why he'd joined this mission, he'd killed too many not to consider this some form of redemption. A way to ensure he didn't need to kill more of his fellow race. So he would lead, unifying them together in a group that forgot about the symbols on their bodies and the wounds they'd caused.
"Your points are fair Carbyne, but we cannot dwell on the past. Not now." Sabre interrupted stopping any further conversation as his optics locked on the other mech before glancing around the rest of the group. As he did so he continued speaking. "The reality is you where all chosen for this mission, regardless of your opinions of others beliefs we are all cybertronian."
For a moment Sabre seemed content to let his statement settle in before he tapped his foot against the centre of the floor, instantly activating a holographic projector which summoned a 3D image of the city they would be infiltrating. The city itself didn't look anything special with the standard urban designs of large skyscrapers and a few unique buildings of importance including a large racing circuit which had been repurposed into a sports centre where Quintesson masters would watch their chosen candidates try to run from a variety of beasts. It was only the distinct design of the streets which allowed for easy mobility from the natural inhabitants and their agile alternative modes which allowed it to be separated from any basic cybertronian city. At least it would have been if not for the central square which housed the slaves which looked more like a heavily fortified citadel. "Now as many of you seem to be aware of this group is being tasked with infiltrating and rescuing the prisoners within New Kledji. For those unaware New Kledji is currently home to the largest slave holdings on the planet. That is why our group is larger than a traditional infiltration mission. Before I begin with the mission briefing do I have any questions?"
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Post by R47 on Mar 5, 2017 18:35:35 GMT
The two drones focus all their attention on the map as soon as it appears. They client already told them the basis of the mission so they tuned Sabre out, save for his question. They could easily figure that the center square was the main target of interest. But, it was obvious that getting in wouldn't be easy, no matter what kind of tactic they would do. They both immediately thought they would probably go underground from one of the surrounding buildings but they all looked alike, so they couldn't tell where they would be starting. Rick briefly raises his servo and they speak up in unison. Yeah, I got one.
Rick voices his question first, as Robin quickly fell silent to let her respected, old leader go first. What's our entry point to the target structure? I don't see many ways of getting in or out of there.
And how are we going to get to the surface? Velocetronians usually have their sights on the road right in front of them, but Quintessons are almost always looking up and out.
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Post by Carbyne on May 25, 2017 4:15:47 GMT
Sitting quietly, he watched and listened. "That would be a question for the mission briefing, not before," he thought to himself. He silently marked the two drones for being the least intelligent of the group. What had their names been-..? He couldn't remember, not that it mattered to him personally. For all his preaching to the rest of the group about a united "Cybertronian" front against the Quintessons, he didn't care about any of these individuals surrounding him. His only interest lied in the collective: anyone here could die in the battle to come, and he wouldn't be moved in the least by their sacrifice. Admire them, perhaps, but not enough to bother trying to remember their name. Except one. Nexus. He would pay a good price to see that one undone.
"It sounds to me," he interrupted the two drones, giving them an eye that they couldn't see, "that there are no questions." Before finishing, he turned his head drastically to signify giving a sweeping gaze at all the small room's occupants, lingering especially long when the gaze fell upon Nexus. Satisfied no one would speak up now, his face turned back to Sabre. "Please, proceed with the briefing."
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Post by shadowstrike on Jun 26, 2017 16:38:51 GMT
At the few questions he was given Sabre allowed a satisfied smile, it was a genuinely good feeling to know the team that had been selected was at the very least listening enough to understand. The idea a few where keeping quiet about their lack of understanding barely crossed his mind, as those who went in unprepared died quickly and this war had lasted much longer than those careless souls could.
"Carbyne is correct, your questions will be answered in the briefing." Sabre told the two Vehicons as he looked down, back towards the three dimensional hologram in front of him. "As of two hours ago, Operation Open Scalpel destroyed the generators for the planetary shields that covered Velocitron."
At his words the hologram changed, showing velocitron and a global shielding that covered it's entirety before a synchronization of explosions across the planet caused the shield to begin dissipating. The image was nowhere instant with the shielding losing form around where the emitters had been located before creeping towards the furthest sections where the energy had been largest to compensate for the lack of direct power. Even as the shielding grew weaker though small sections of the planet remained dotted with much smaller shields, covering an area below the atmosphere rather than as a section of the planetary shield.
"As you can see the mission was largely successful. Now that the shield is down it is time for our forces to commit, New Kledji however to our frustration is one of those cities..." With that statement Sabre's hand pointed at one of the shielded locations on the planet. "...A quick assault with aerial support as a result of the shielding and potential AA placements has been determined as unfeasible. So instead our task is to infiltrate instead."
"To do so one of our spies highlighted a cargo run just a few days ago designated for New Kledji." Though Sabre didn't specify the cargo, it was rather obvious with the disgust his voice held even as the 3D image transferred to one of Velocitron's hyperways with what appeared to be a massive transport carrier driving along. "Our operation while commence with a dropship run twenty miles out from the city to prevent detection, from there it shall be our task to capture the transport before arrival. If we succeed our task shall be to enter the city and towards the central compound. At this point the plan is to quickly and without being identified to secure the holdings and ensure that the slaves are safe. From here our group shall split up, with a priority on the elimination of the AA and shielding, while others protect the holds. Other tasks may occur as further knowledge is acquired."
"Once the AA and shielding is deactivated though, an assault force has been allocated to capture the city and take control of the operation to liberate the slaves. At that point it's plain sailing. Now, we're running low on time to execute this operation before city-defences can prepared, so if you have questions or suggestions make them quick."
At that point Sabre was already looking at the door, even as a camera in the corner of the room easily seen from his position showed how a hanger of the ship was currently occupied with a crew of works who where just now finishing up the preparation for a dropship to launch.
"For those who require a much more in detail briefing a file is being uploaded for reading during our insertion onto the planet."
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