Charter

Transformers: Shattered Earth

Target had managed to find a damaged maintenance hatch along the hull of the ship. Using all the strength he could muster, he pulled the hatch open enough to let him through. As he entered, he had a nagging feeling that he was stepping into a trap. He held his blaster at the ready as he stood there for a few moments before pressing forward. As he walked, Target came upon a hallway intersection, leading to five different directions, including the one he just came from. He stood in the middle of the intersection to look down each way in which they went. So far, no sign of anyone or anything, this made him feel uncomfortable.

He decided to try to see how things were going outside, but upon activating his frequencies he could hear nothing but static. He groaned, plating on the ship must be too thick. Target picked a direction arbitrarily and made his way down it. His plan was simple, find the bridge and find out what happened with this ship that it'd be abandoned (or seemingly abandoned). If he find's a member of the crew, all the better. The Decepticon thought about the possibility of a fire-fight in the halls, with no cover he could easily hit his targets before they got too close for him to do anything about but it also made him more vulnerable, making him wish he had the open sky above his head again.

As he moved around a corner into a much larger hallway, he came across a door that caught his attention. He approached it and examined an odd web-like substance on it. He didn't have the correct equipment to scan what it was but figured that the room behind the door may be of interest. He tried the automatic function on the door to open it. It simply squealed at him in denial. He sighed as he tried to get it open manually, placing his blaster beside the door as he did so.

The Hive

Dovah was grateful the dragon didn't press the matter any further. As the drake waited for another response from the dragon, he also cast a look at the silver dragonelle as she flew off with the human in her claws. This greatly confused him, was she actually going to take it to a place where humans could save it or did she intend to drop it from a high height. While he hoped for the latter, it was more likely she was trying to save it. This made Dovah feel on edge, what if the humans caught her trail somehow as she came back and sent some after her. He quickly glanced to the dragon only to see him hold his tonged as she flew off. Dovah was starting to wonder if he's overestimating the human's tracking ability.

When the dragon turned to the other two dragonelle nearby, Dovah snapped out of his thoughts and noticed the older creature's tail flick in indication of inviting him into the group. The drake remained quiet as he did follow behind the dragon a little bit, being reminded of his fall every step of the way. All he would need is a good night's rest, he's had similar injuries before as it wasn't the first time he's been dropped violently, granted not as dangerously as this.

It took a few seconds for Dovah to realise he was being asked a question. He shrugged as he spoke, "Dovah. And, if I may, ask what your's is?" He sat down as he asked the question, enjoying the peace of the moment after the chaos of the mass migration. His attention quickly turned to the, probably, oldest of the group. She gave a small rebuke to the dragon before turning her attention to himself, telling him that he shouldn't be here but was welcome to stay. Dovah gave a quick thought of the other drakes and drakkas that weren't as lucky to get out of the original nesting grounds during the migration. He gave a very simple response to the dragonelle's words, more out of reaction of his own thoughts, "None of us should be here..."

Transformers: Shattered Earth

Ah... Sorry about that, I'll update my post to add another Con, would you prefer to have control over him as it would be a temp-character or would you prefer someone else?

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Actually, this gives me an idea for another char... Hold on as I build him up but that may take a few hours as I'm currently at work.

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Name: Duelwing

Race: Cybertronian, Allegiance - Decepticon

Equipment: Wrist mounted machine-guns and the cannon barrel on his back can be pulled off and used like an RPG.

Appearance: Change the purple to a lime green and we’re good. Average Cybertronian size.

Biography: Duelwing used to be a ruthless Decepticon. Following orders to the letter and never failing in the tasks given to him, up until the point he was shot in the back of the head by a sniper. Luckily, the shot didn’t kill him. Unluckily, he was no longer the ruthless Decepticon he used to be. His personality turned from predictable cruelty to unpredictable swings in mood. These ‘mood swings’ differed from ripping apart doors at provocation from his own reflection to speaking kind and encouraging words to Autobot captives. His primary characteristic is his clumsiness by most Decepticons, but some claim his old personality appears from time to time.
Duelwing is fiercely loyal to the Decepticon cause, even though he has no clue why. Along with his mood swings, Duelwing can have different feelings about different things at once. For example; Duelwing considers Target to be a good friend and would follow his orders to the letter but would just as quickly rip him apart if Duelwing feels he has been deceived.

Other/Extra: He is still a capable fighter, not to be underestimated despite whatever mood he’s in at the moment.

Transformers: Shattered Earth

Hope I didn't over stretch myself in having one of your tanks hit a Decepticon, Cartwright. If anyone has an issue with the post I made, please let me know and I'll change it accordingly,

Transformers: Shattered Earth

Target cursed his luck, seems this ‘simple’ secure & hold mission was falling apart and he would get blamed for it. As he flew at a height of 25,000 feet, his colour blending into a cloud above, he called upon the reserve units under his command for the operation. He had been given only 21 Decepticons to work with, of which he kept a quarter in reserve just in case things got sour. He left three with the jamming device, who were probably nothing but piles of scrap now, five at the location of the two pods of what seemed to be elite Autobots of some kind, one on a 'special recovery mission' given to him as Target didn't overly like him too much. The task involved looking for 'something special' in a distant digsite, away from the mission-zone, though Target simply sent him on a pointless goose chase as there was nothing of value at the digsite from Target's intel. Target had also established the last two Decepticons at the other downed pod. Speaking of which, what was going on over there?

Ignoring the calls for assistance from those at the hands of the two Autobots, Target turned his attention to the other downed pod. He saw the two nincompoops discussing on who should open up the pod, the cowards. As he was about to call them to rip open the blasted pod, he noticed something moving in on their position, 4 objects in fact. Upon closer inspection, Target realized that they were simple human tanks, probably some of the pro-Autobot humans as well. He barked sharply at the two fools as he saw two of the tanks break away, "Heads up, Hostile locals heading your way." He saw the two Decepticons alert themselves before heading for cover. One was unfortunate as a shell from one of the meatsac tanks blew a hole in his chest. Target sighed as he recalled two of the reserve units from his previous order, "Grite, Trash. Move over to objective B, hostile meatbags engaging friendlies. Shoot to kill." He silently wished he had some artillery to work with.

After getting a confirmation ping from them, Target decided to take a look at the unexpected presence of a cybertronian ship crash-landing near the battle zone as well. He had hoped that the reserves could secure the location before inspection but it seems he’ll have to enter into the vessel alone… This irritated Target as he wouldn’t be able to see the rest of the operation through.

As he approached the downed vessel, Target noticed the ship gave no obvious identification markings. Was it another Autobot refugee boat, hoping that by having no ID markings would help them escape Decepticon wrath? Such ships usually had far too weakened crew to give any resistance, though something told Target this was not a refugee ship. He landed near the main hatch and tried to pull the door open. Upon failing that he started to look around for other openings that he can squeeze through.

The Hive

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The Hive

The only dragon of the group showed his dominance to the drake by making himself taller than the rest. Instinctively, Dovah tried to do the same as the dragon addressed him. He responded sharply, "What's it to you?" He stared sternly at the dragon, the mere prescience of the dragon caused the drake's nostrils to flare. This wasn't entirely new to Dovah, as he got older he started to see other drakes and dragons as competitors for both mates and territory, not that Dovah had much luck with any drakka. It was a hard fight to get just about any cave at the bottom of the nesting grounds. What annoyed him most was that he wasn't able to win very many fights, either in speech, intimidation or physical combat. Sure, he could take on a large bear any day, and probably a human or two, but a drake he could with difficulty and a dragon he knew he couldn't.

With that thought in mind and the remembrance that he could very well get stranded out here, unless he showed proper respect to the dragon, who would hopefully in turn let him go with them. The sudden realization that he would have to swallow those venomous words he just spat out also made his chest flare at the thought of saying sorry for the remark. He hissed slightly as he turned his eyes to the ground in submission, "Had some help from one who had wings. I told them to fly off when the human's attacked." Dovah didn't feel the need to explain everything, the dragon got the answer he asked for.

Transformers: Shattered Earth

This still open? To many pro-autos so I'd make a decepticon, though not a leader type. That said, doesn't mean the character can't take charge now and then... I'll develop the CS now as I wait for a response.

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Name: Target

Race: Cybertronian, Allegiance - Decepticon

Equipment: Light blaster, carried in two hands it's Target's main weapon of choice. It's powerful enough to wound and even kill transformers but doesn't do to well against heavy armour. Two wrist mounts, the left-handed one with a pair of anti-personnel rockets (used primarily on pro-Autobot human factions) and the right-handed one with a pair anti-armour rockets. He must restock these rockets after every mission upon use. Carries a small, hidden blaster pistol. Not enough power to kill a cybertronian without a well placed shot, but enough to escape with his life with. Carries no melee weapons other than his fists. Target also has a steath system, nothing that affects actual sight but makes it hard for radar or other non-visual detection methods to pick him up, however not impossible.

Appearance:

Normal Appearance

Ignore the fighter plane images to the left and paint his red white and his black grey. He's slightly smaller than most cybertronians. Replace this head with the head below.

Alt Appearance

Biography: Target has been a Decepticon under Megatron for as long as he can remember. His lightweight & nimble body makes him a great scout and an effective fighter in most situations. The fact that he can transform into a Reaper Drone, a killing machine designed by humans, greatly helps with scouting out ahead of a battle contingent and surveying a battlefield, giving needed information to his fellows on the ground. Due to his experience of getting by enemy lines, he's often called upon to take up special operations as either long-range support, sabotage a bridge or simply take out a specific Autobot that Megatron believes he's capable of dealing with (which isn't very often mind you).

Target is arrogant, overconfident & self absorbed, thinking only of himself in dangerous situations. When he has the upper hand, he likes to play with his prey, having them to the point of begging if he can, before he finishes the job. His view of humans is the same as many other Decepticons, a waste of existence and feels no remorse about slaughtering them but will refrain from doing so if his current objective requires him to not get distracted.

Other/Extra: Target is an agile character due to his light build but can't take much damage as a result. Though he claims he can shoot a fly from a mile away, he struggles to hit an agile or fast target. () can see great distances but it takes time for his eye to adjust, leaving him vulnerable if he's not paying attention to his surroundings. He's on the low end of the Decepticon hierarchy but has been tasked before with leading small groups of Decepticons on various missions.

The Hive

That's unfortinalty all I'm able to do at this time, had to kind of rush my intro due to personal time constraints.

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Going to edit my intro to fit more with the current events, my mistake for glancing through each post...

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Done.

The Hive

Dovah landed with a thump as the friendly and much older dragonelle dropped both him and her hatchlings to the ground before landing herself and rested. Although partially annoyed she swooped him up with her saa claws when the sudden dragon migration happened, but he was also grateful because he knew he wouldn't be able to get to where they were without her help. Before the dragonelle could lay down to take a break, some flames could be seen nearby which caused the two hatchlings to squeal and the dragonelle stiffened. Through the trees, Dovah could see the silhouettes of both dragons and humans. Before he could tell the dragonelle what was happening, a voice shouted in his skull

Humans are here! Humans are here! Get away! Everyone get away!

The dragonelle panicked and scouped up Dovah and the hatchlings without a second thought and started to fly off. Dovah sighed silently as he looked at the combat. The thought of missing a chance to face the humans disappointed him. His vision went from the melee to the hatchlings within the dragonelle's front claws. They had both fear and curiosity painted on their faces as they watched the battle below occur. Dovah grinned slightly, maybe it was better for him to stay with these hatchlings after all, to help protect them from the destructive humans. The drake then heard a sudden and sickening thuik above him. He didn't even have time to look at what happened as he felt the dragonelle's grip loosen, which in turn set him tumbling to the ground. As he fell he caught a quick glimpse of a crossbow bolt stuck in one of the dragonelle's saa. He could hear the voice of the older creature enter his head, telling him that she's sorry. Dovah didn't have time to answer as he entered into the tops of the trees below.

Dovah felt himself spin wildly as he crashed through the various branches before landing with his chest to the ground. He felt his body plough forward through the dirt from the speed of the fall. The drake's vision stopped spinning just in time for him to see the tree directly ahead of him quickly approaching. With a thud his forward motion was stopped. The drake laid there stunned for a few moments, probably minutes. When he did move, it was slow and painful, like he had done some kind of marathon run and tired out every muscle in his body to the point of uselessness. He groaned as he turned around to look for any sign of possible danger, only to see a few dragons in the nearby. He wondered if they had even noticed him, wouldn't his smell give him away? He took a quick look at himself to find that he was covered in sticks and leaves, all holding on by sap and one very unfortunate bird's nest. Since he didn't smell like a dragon to much anymore, he figured that's why they didn't notice him.

The very messy drake moved forward with a heavy limp in his right saa, with everything else also sort of limping. The movement made his joints feel very old, if that were even possible for a dragon. He slowly approached the dragons before announcing his presence, "Is it all clear?" He observed a wimborne dragonelle approaching what seemed to be a dead or unconscious human. Good, one less to worry about in the world, bet she was going to fry what's left of him in that unfortunate waste of metal he wore. He also noticed an aramoor dragonelle who seemed to be very hurt. Dovah sat himself down at a respectable range of the group, hoping they wouldn't find him too retched with the smell of sap dominate on him.