TFRenegade

03:21:41 PM<TFRenegade>Pneumatic doors hissed open to admit Renegade into the medical bay. Guardian, he had been informed, had sent a communique ahead of him to let Ratchet know that he was coming to visit Duskwalker, no matter that she did not look like herself. The old mech moved slowly, his pede steps oddly quiet for someone of his size, and stopped once he was inside of the door. Green optics looked out on the medical bay. He had built it, but he had no memory of it. He would need to recover those memories, he believed, from the primary computer system here in Mountain Outpost once everything was said and done. Until then he would

01:41:28 AM<TFRenegade> Not out of a desire to save Megatron, for the Tyrant was dangerous. Deadly, but purely out of the need to obey his oath. Renegade arrived on the battle field when the dust had settled and the smoke had cleared. His ancient form stepping forward from off of his ship. His optics narrowed as he began scanning and rescanning the collapsed mine and he began to work. No other mech would be quite capable of doing such work. He moved each rock and boulder with ease and made his way down to where he found Megatron's frame. Beaten, battered, bloodied. He vented heavily. In some ways he knew what he was doing was, indeed, q

10:11:30 PM<TFRenegade>The old mech carefully stepped out of the Ground Bridge, his green optics glowing brightly as he made his way out onto the meadow in front of him. With his daughters both on the mend, Nova from her attack from Delta and the subsequent deactivation of her partner, and Duskwalker from the attack of one of the Rogues, Renegade had decided it was time to take his daughters out to different areas of the planet and share with them things he hoped, and felt, should be important to him. The night was deep and stars shone brightly in the moonless night. If his calculations were correct, and they normally were, it should ha

09:34:06 PM<DoctorKnockOut>*Stepping into the commons room, the medic moves off to the side quietly. His fingers tapping along a data pad idly as he moves to lean against a counter. Shifting restlessly, the Aston Martin taps away a few things on his data pad. Items that required to be upgraded, equipment to be found, certain medical liquids that they required more of. It was a boring task, and with energy to spare while doing it he was nearly jogging in place trying to burn off energy.* 09:35:12 PM** TFRenegadehas joined 09:36:42 PM<TFRenegade>Slow and seemingly ponderous pede steps echoed down the hall as Renegade made his way

<Megatron-TFP> *Moving through the length of the ship. The tyrant heading towards the Nemesis hanger. Hoping to catch Renegade at or around his vessel, since that seemed to be his prefered area when not around his children. The tyrant's approach into the large bay causing many eradicon to scatter out of his way quickly. Fearing the wrath of the large, broad tyrant. Stepping up to the Naomi and looking upon the ship. Silent and waiting to see if Renegade would exit. The warlord had a feeling messing with the Ancient's sole vessel would bring upon his anger so didn't even bother to touch the thing. If the mech was inside, the ship would p

07:53:28 PM* Megatron-TFP An unscrambled signal was pinging out in various transmissions. Harmless enough but someone with intelligence and curosity might notice something beneath the chatter that was almost a copy of human interaction signals. Variations of Decepticon encoding laced through the signal every so often. Relooping in request for a response for whoever could understand the signal. The tyrant was waiting alone. Soundwave at his side at the moment. The pair waiting for a response, seeing if the Ancient would respond ...* 08:00:18 PM<TFRenegade> Renegade did indeed respond. Naomi's form soon broke through the clouds high ab

07:01:33 PM<TFRenegade> Renegade stood in front of Naomi’s cargo bay door, his optics looking up at his ship and venting heavily. He had called the primary group of Autobots down to the hanger bay to speak with them about the decision that had been forced upon him, but it was not one that he was taking so lightly to spark. The old mech walked up and gently pat Naomi’s side, looking up at her and wondering how it was that to do what was right for his children could be wrong for the group here. The old mech turned and stood still again as he waited for the others to come down to speak to him about what was to happen. It was go

06:27:43 PM<TFRenegade>Renegade was once again entering a mine that belonged to the Decepticons. His armor almost glowed under the full moon, but rather then the usual deep green the moon cast an pale and odd pallor on his form as though he were almost half spirit. Only his green optics glowed with absolute brightness from his face plate. He had one massive gun in front of him, a weapon that he had begun carrying after the last confrontation with the Decepticons, however, it was not all powerful. Merely insurance for a mech who did not usually carry weapons. Indeed against vehicon and eradicon it would be quite effective, he had no guar

<WheelJackTFP> It was blistering cold here and of course that was the unsuitable conditions for anyone with half a braincell. He wondered why anyone would bother trying to live in these brutal climates, but then again he'd seen it all and done it all in the depths of space that had been before Earth's destination. It didn't make the trek any nicer, and having little equipment to pick up readings on where the crashed item could in the vicinity didn't help. Wheeljack had to keep a more alive than he was used to for the species, the Hhumans that were hovering and still in a panic from the 'meteor' crash that had been reported. Stealthly he

08:43:01 PM<TFRenegade> Renegade stepped through the Ground Bridge, his optics surveying the area as he began to stride forward. He could feel the bite of winter weather, but for once the day was clear if cold, and there was no wind. Today they would find the cargo the ship had dropped in this area. 08:44:53 PM* Arcee-TFP Arcee was already in the area, searching about clues and following the leads to where the object may have landed. The weather had gotten colder but thankfully there was no wind which made it slightly better. 08:49:11 PM<Dolor-Aspectus> Grief scanned the snowy horizon, looking out for any 'con activity in the di