transformer roleplaying continue.

[nightshade]

lets continue on here from the last thread.

[megatron42]

Is there anyone brave - or stupid enough - to oppose us? This city is under martial law... and I am the marshal!

[nightshade]

Is there anyone brave - or stupid enough - to oppose us? This city is under martial law... and I am the marshal!

I don't think there is my lord, it appears they are all hiding

[megatron42]

cowards

[nightshade]

cowards

yes, it appears so. And what of Starscream, he is not worth of coming back into decepticon ranks, but I admit it would be easier to watch him if he is with us then away.
And now we have my brother Spector with us, and hopefully the other shadowcons will also be here soon too, we should have no problem with taking over this planet, don't you agree my lord?

[Swift]

hi...*pops head out from around corner.*

[megatron42]

yes, it appears so. And what of Starscream, he is not worth of coming back into decepticon ranks, but I admit it would be easier to watch him if he is with us then away.
And now we have my brother Spector with us, and hopefully the other shadowcons will also be here soon too, we should have no problem with taking over this planet, don't you agree my lord?

yes it will be easy to take over this planet.. he does need to be watched
if he does come back

[Warzone]

-Warzone sits in the desert, staring up into the sky. He had watched the spectacular display of firepower off in the distance which could only be a battle. Whether it was between the so-called Autobots and Decepticons, or even a struggle amongst themselves, he could not know. All he knew was that the concept of transformers being divided into two factions which were so different horrified them-

We were one race once, once but long ago. Now we are two, it seems - at least, for I as yet am neither...

-stares at his rusted body-

This chassis was forged long before most of those I encountered over the past few days even had their plans drawn up, much less the lengthily-obtained approval to actually have been built. I don't remember much of those times...but I remember were were one race.

The fragility of one is that it has the entropic potential of splitting into two, while the volatility of two is that it can never again become one without a great eradication of the other one...

-hides his face in his hands, the blue light of his eyes peeks through his fingers into the night air. His chassis quivers and shakes slightly, a robot's sobbing. He balls his fists, flakes of rust falling from his joints to the ground below-

Why does this fact bring such sadness to my spark? Such melancholy, such...depression...Why do I feel as if I failed somehow?

-Warzone looks around in ponderment and sees a nearby lake. Curious, he walks over and kneels at its edge. The reflection which assails his eyes is most unpleasant - no wonder his emergence was met with a combination of shock and fear. His former paintjob is almost indistinguishable beneath the scarrings of rust which flow over most of his chassis. The only places where his dark blue and dark gray colorings show with any strength are those formerly covered by his chains. The red symbol, which he does not remember, is, however, still prominently visible upon his forehead. It is the only marking upon his body. He stares at his massive hands and large, angular arms with their heavy armor plating. In fact, his entire body's plating is heavy armor which leaves very few weakspots.-


Maybe that Shadow robot was right about one thing - it does appear that I have a body built for war, and my name is Warzone. That much I do remember. Yet if I am built for war, as he certainly is, then why do I feel uneasy in his presence? His power levels as I can judge them without all of my systems functioning are not overly threatening to my own, and if what he says is true...that he and I are supposed to be of the same allegiance, the feeling is even more confusing.

-sighs, grumbling-

She would know. She knows who I am, but she also knows that I have to rediscover my identity for myself in order to become fully assured that I am who I am and not who another told me I was. She is not here at the moment though...

-Warzone stands-

I think I need to have a discussion with the one named Shadow...

-plods off into the night to find Shadow-

[Starscreamisthebest]

Is perched on top of a rocky hill looking out at the setting sun when Starscream spots Warzone heading towards the Decepticons. Calls down to Shadow.

Hey! Mr. I-have-no-idea-where-i-am-or-what-i'm-doing is coming this way! Should we intervene?

[nightshade]

Is perched on top of a rocky hill looking out at the setting sun when Starscream spots Warzone heading towards the Decepticons. Calls down to Shadow.

Hey! Mr. I-have-no-idea-where-i-am-or-what-i'm-doing is coming this way! Should we intervene?

Leave him alone, he seems to have issues he is trying to figure out. I said then stood quietly contemplating the strange symbol he had on his forhead, it looked veigely familiar but i did't know from where

[Starscreamisthebest]

Leave him alone, he seems to have issues he is trying to figure out. I said then stood quietly contemplating the strange symbol he had on his forhead, it looked veigely familiar but i did't know from where

*Has something click in his mind.* Hey, wait a minute! Isn't that the ancient autobot symbol on that guy's forehead?

[nightshade]

*Has something click in his mind.* Hey, wait a minute! Isn't that the ancient autobot symbol on that guy's forehead?

apparently it is, but i don't remember from where i saw it before.