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Chupi the Terrible Captain
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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 6:17 pm
The detention centers were all rather enourmous, they had to be to house Cybertronian prisoners. Even with the Great Upgrade making their forms so much smaller than they had once been. The detention centers are unfortunately, all rather standard in layout. Three floors, the uppermost being lined with prison cells contained by weak force fields. The first floor and the sub-levels were irrelevant for those who were not prisoners or guards. It was a simple enough layout, to contain generally simple enough prisoners...
It was not a final destination, but essentially a holding pen before the inmates were toted off to the real prisons. But it certainly held enough despisable Maximals and Predacons for people to get the impression that it was never somewhere you would want to be...
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 6:33 pm
The brown and purple hellicopter Predacon Transit found himself in an awkward position... The Maximal Council fo Elders had sent a few of their people to the facility to take away a prisoner who was a "special case." He was never informed why... It was one fo the few prisoners that was actually a Maximal, and oddly enough he was one of the more tenacious ones. He had heard that the Maximal Elders had been doing this with quite a few Predacon prisoners recently with the same shrowd of secrecy, but he had also been hearing this from fellow Predacons so perhaps it was a bit exaggerated. Still, he had to wonder what they could be doing with them...
Transit was one of the few Predacons on a security force due to their limitations put in place by the Pax Cybertronia, and of course the general distrust of them that remained to this day. In his mind this was all an injustice... But although there were plenty of Predacon enforcers who were quite commited to keeping the peace on Cybertron, admittedly Transit was not one of them. On the side, he was working for an underground Predacon group. He had actually been using his position to find a few Predacons who might be willing to join the cause, and had freed a few already secretly. And had more he was planning to do so to very soon.
With this in mind, oh how worried he had become when he'd heard the Maximals were coming for a prisoner, there was always the chance it would have been one of the freed Predacons or one who knew too much about the cause. For now he would have to simply remain relieved that it was a Maximal they wanted...
Walking behind Transit was the rather large red dump truck transformer, Megaton. And close behind were two medical units, with the standard alternate modes of ambulances. If one knew Megaton's occupation they might wonder why a Maximnal who was normally assigned to guarding diplomats was going to be guarding the transfer of a pyromaniac... But the reasons were irrelevant.
Upon reaching the cell containing their target Megaton accepted the controls to the inmate's cell before basically shooing off Transit. The hellicopter seemed confused and possibly disappointed as he left, but none of it mattered right now. Finally speaking up, the transformer said "Maximal Inferno?"
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Chupi the Terrible Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:23 pm
Soon, a hand with three "fingers" pointed at Megaton. There seemed to be a small fire burning in the hole in his "palm" as he spoke "That is me, are you the new guard?" He asked, spreading the three fingers appart "Or are you here to burn?" Unlike other motorcycle cybertronians, his wheels split into a pair of feet, with the shocks being his legs and the spokes being the "toes". His chest plate seemed to look rather insect-like, which was very rare for a maximal. "Answer me quickly, or you will buuurn." He said, obviously taking great pleasure in the thought of slagging someone with a flame.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 2:01 am
Had Megaton had a visible mout in the place of his face plate, a smirk would have crossed it at this time... Though those used to looking for emotion in a Cybertronian's eyes would likely recognize the look in his optical unit as the brow over it flexed almost like there were two. "I am Megaton, sent by the Maximal Elder Council. You've been charged with some pretty hefty crimes, my 'friend'... Soon you will be off to a real prison, to sit and rust. But I... I offer you hope, and possibly a chance to put your... Talents to use. What do you say?"
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Chupi the Terrible Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 10:58 pm
The pyromaniac listened to the larger cybertronian with both emerald green optics fixed on him, his first thought was that he had an interesting name for someone allied with the Maximals. While he normally wouldn't care about the threat of being sent to prison for his love of destruction due to his lack of concern over his personal well-being, there wasn't much else he could do other then be humored...if nothing else, he could just burn "Megaton" later. "I say speak quickly or burn." Infero said, keeping his arm pointed, tapping his fingers against the rim of the barrel built into his arm. The slow, clanking taps were very slow, a sign that the hostile was being patient with his visitor.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 11:32 am
"Now why should I do that, to humor you? Right now you face imprisonment and energon denial, you'll never be able to 'burn' again if you don't take me up on this offer." Megaton was already losing his patience with the motorcycle unfortunately... The Axalon wouldn't be too much longer before it was ready to leave Cybertron, and they had to be on board when it did!
"Look, you little bug!" He said, slamming a hand against the force field seperating the two. "If you come with us willingly, all charges against you will be dropped, and you will get the chance to continue doing what you love while being funded by the government. Doesn't that sound more pleasing than living your life becoming the new fuel pump of some new age Hot Rod wannabe!?"
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Chupi the Terrible Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 12:06 pm
Inferno's optics looked harsh upon the mention of the last comment, but he smirked at the first part of the proposition. "Then something will burn for the sake of Cybertron." he said crossing his arms "Now let me out and tell me what must burn." Though, if anyone looked at his prison record it would tell that he was incredibly loyal if someone convinced him to join a cause. Such as causing explosions in residential districts, causing devastation to jungle planets, or just simple fires at fuel stations...that exploded and spread the fire.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 4:24 pm
With a wave of the dump truck transformer's hands, soon the barrier between he and Inferno shut down and progressively vanished. As Megaton looked down to the fellow Maximal, he'd be smirking if he had lips. "Good to hear it... Now, if you'll just come with us we have to take you away from here immediately. For... Debriefing..." Now the other two who had come with Megaton were entering the cell, getting ready to escourt the bike off of the facility.
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