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by **Foximus** » Sat Nov 18, 2017 11:20 pm

Hoven – Orbit

Above a planet coated in ice and snow appeared a shuttle with smoke coming from its engines. The gravitational pull of the planet sucked it down into the atmosphere where it began to spin before slowly regaining some degree of control. The shuttle straightened out, pulling even with the ground as it skidded and bounced across the icy planet’s surface.

When the bouncing finally ceased, the shuttle slid, spiraling about before coming to a painfully slow halt. As crash landings go, not the worst. The shuttle suffered damage, but the damage caused by the landing was mostly cosmetic thanks to the pilot.

Shuttle

Chromia rested her head on the steering wheel, one hand still clenching it in an iron death grip. “We’re…alive…” she mumbled before glancing up and looking back at the others. “Are the rest of you?”

Thunderclash had braced as many others around him that he could when things began to go badly. Now, he merely glanced up at Chromia before looking to the others. They were downed on a strange world with a damaged shuttle. His mind was already running through their options. One way or another, Thunderclash was going to get them all through this.

by **Skritz** » Sat Nov 18, 2017 11:55 pm

Shuttle

With some grunt and gnashing of old, creaking metal, the makeshift Autobot 'medic' Patchwork stood up, if barely. That really hadn't been a pleasant experience at all but, at the very least, he assessed he was still functional. That crash landing had sent him tumbling away and certainly broken some more parts but at this point in his life, Patchwork was used to having something broken anyway.

"Hrrr. Well, that's a bit of an unpleasant situation, isn't it?" The old bot said, immediately going around the shuttle to tend to any potential wounded, be it from the previous situation or the current one. Before the crash, Thunderclash had made his instructions clear, to tend to the others and that was just what Patchwork would do. At the cost of his own parts, no less, if need be.

Whoever looked the most at risk of being crippled or offline (beside Thunderclash, who had ordered the others be made a priority) would be the first one tended to.

by **Smokescreen85** » Sun Nov 19, 2017 2:25 pm

Shuttle

“Hang on, everyone! We’re not out of this just yet!” Chromia shouted as the shuttle shook violently. Then...

BOOM!

Road Rage held on to her seat for dear life as the craft descended into the atmosphere of a strange planet and began to spin out of control. The shuttle eventually leveled out just prior to it hitting the ground hard and skidding a good distance before finally coming to a halt.

“We’re…alive…Are the rest of you?” Chromia called back from the cabin.

“A little shook up, but I’ll be fine,” Road Rage replied to Chromia with a thumbs up. “Nice landing, by the way! Heh.”

“Hrrr. Well, that's a bit of an unpleasant situation, isn't it?”

Hearing the vocals of an old sounding ‘Bot, the crimson femme glanced around to see Patchwork up and about. “A bit unpleasant? No. It was a LOT unpleasant, Patch,” Road Rage playfully corrected the medic before waving him over to her side. “If you’re looking for someone to help, my damaged right knee could use a fix. That stupid 'Con, Falcon, blasted it a while back. It's in one piece but it hurts like hell and I haven’t been able to put my full weight on it since. Think you could get me up and walking around on my own without having to lean on somebody? I'd really appreciate it.”

News Credits: 3 · by **DedicatedGhostArt** » Sun Nov 19, 2017 5:59 pm

Shuttle:

The ship hadn't crashed per-say, but it was a fairly rough landing. Still, it was much better than being molten slag on some random planet.

...then again, Boss was beginning to lose his grip on reality. Literally. And he would be dead anyways if he couldn't get repaired soon.

Boss' vision was fading, and he couldn't hardly tell what had happened. All he knew was the ship had shifted quite a lot, and now it had stopped. He began to attempt to get up, but then fell back into his seat. It seemed he was going unnoticed for a bit at least, which irritated Boss. He wasn't one to be a squeaky wheel, but sometimes what had to be done had to be done.

"In... -jured here..."

Boss' vision was beginning to black out as his body began to feel lighter.

by **Skritz** » Sun Nov 19, 2017 11:57 pm

Shuttle

"This? Oh please! I'm a trench medic. Getting my old carcass tossed around inside of a shuttle is nothing compared to trying to cut your own parts to graft to a dying 'bot. Artillery blasting all around you! Laser firings in all direction!" Patchwork replied, as he gestured to the parts on his frame which showed that pieces had been removed and replaced, several times even. 'Emergency battlefield transplant' would be the fancy term for a medical bot cutting himself to sacrifice some part to save another's life. "What a job, I say!"

"Now, hrm, repairs. Yes, repairs. The knee you said, yes? Well I'm afraid that will have to wait." Patchwork explained to Road Rage, before turning his attention to Boss. "Hang in there, will ya? Not that I can promise a miracle."

by **Insidious** » Wed Nov 22, 2017 1:18 pm

Shuttle

They escaped.

Had they escaped the way that Elita-1 had envisioned? Not really. But they were alive, and that was as much as she could ask for right now.

Shortly after having handed off the controls to Chromia, they soon found themselves having crash-landed on some unknown world. Elita knew only too well that navigating the hazards of space, particularly at transwarp speeds, was a treacherous endeavor. What happened to them could have happened to anyone.

Still, she had to have a little fun with it.

“We’re…alive…Are the rest of you?”Chromia asked.

"You don't get to drive anymore," Elita teased, wrapping her arms around Chromia's shoulders playfully as she looked out the shuttle window at the icy wasteland they had landed on.

She looked back at the crew, all of whom had been jostled around as a result of the crash. Fortunately, Thunderclash had a medic in his ranks, so Elita wasn't overly concerned with the injuries. They would all get dealt with.

"Alright, so, I guess for starters....where are we?"

News Credits: 4 · by **MasterSoundBlaster** » Wed Nov 22, 2017 1:50 pm

Shuttle

“Oww...” Nautica moaned in pain as she tried to readjust herself following the (crash) landing, “I can’t feel my everything...”

Rotorstorm rose from the corner he was jostled into. The blue heli-former looked about and lent a hand to those who were struggling to get back up onto their feet.

”Alright, so, I guess for starters... Where are we?”

“Beats me, I can hardly see past a few meters.” Rotorstorm responded to the pink leader of the femme force as he peered out the viewport. Snow surrounded them from every angle. The turbomaster pivoted his head towards Thunderclash. “Heh, You always seem to never take us anywhere nice.” Hopefully his quips could bolster the big guy’s morale some, given the shape he was in.

“Well, on the plus side at least we’re away from the Decepticons and that scary ship of theirs.” Nautica injected, rubbing the back of her neck as she made her way towards Chromia and the others. “And we’re all okay! Ya know... for the most part that is. Heh.”

by **Mazinman** » Thu Nov 23, 2017 1:06 am

Shuttle

Roulette gave out a tired groan as she lay on the ground in front of the wall that she had crashed into. She wearily lifted himself up to a sitting position as she leaned back against the wall she had smashed into.

"I'm going to call this wall Prowl... about the same amount of personality and I hate them just as much about now...."

She sighed and grabbed the right side of her waist. She could hear the doctors beginning to work but she stayed quiet about her injury. Let the others be attend first. She could wait... or so she told herself.

"Well, 'Lita we should probably start small with that question. Lets see what kind of place this is and how we can be survive and then we can see if we can use the stars to position us."

by **Cmdr. Trailblazer** » Thu Nov 23, 2017 11:06 am

Demolished Shuttle

That hurt. Like, a lot.

Firestar grumbled and pulled herself off the wall that she had been so uncomfortably and unceremoniously thrown into. The rescuer took account of herself, pleased with herself that she wasn't seriously injured.

Looking around, Firestar relaxed with relief to see that basically everyone had come out relatively unharmed. She first noticed Roulette with an injury to her waist. With the old doc busy helping Boss, Firestar rushed to her comrade's side to look at the injury.

Roulette wrote:"I'm going to call this wall Prowl... about the same amount of personality and I hate them just as much about now...."

Firestar laughed. "At least you're not large enough to extend your wall by several meters."

He looked at the wound and pulled out a tool. "Looks like it might just be a flesh wound, but I'm not the expert. I'm just going to patch you up so you don't leak out before the rickety doc can look at you. And yes, this will probably hurt."

With that, Firestar went to work to cauterize the leaking and stop the Energon flow. She paused for a second to look up.

"Everyone, don't move around a whole lot. We don't know how stable the ground beneath the shuttle is yet."

by **Mazinman** » Thu Nov 23, 2017 3:13 pm

Shuttle

Roulette was going to insist that Firestar look at someone else but she had already made up her mind and she was too tired to debate the matter.

"Rickety doc eh? You need to work on that whole build confidence thing." Roulette chuckled and tapped on the wall behind her with her right hand. "Lets see if you can beat out Prowl here on the whole pain thing."

Roulette steeled herself for what was coming. Firestar was a friend and she did not want to make her feel guilty by screaming.

by **Foximus** » Thu Nov 23, 2017 10:55 pm

Shuttle

"You don't get to drive anymore," Elita teased, wrapping her arms around Chromia's shoulders playfully as she looked out the shuttle window at the icy wasteland they had landed on.

“Frag you,” came the tired and airy reply from Chromia. Still, she set about working to see whereabouts they had crashed. The shuttle still had some power. She routed it to the navigation systems to see what she could pull up as the sounds of grumbling from behind her let her know that everyone had survived if not necessarily intact.

“One astrosecond, Lita,” Chromia muttered.

“Heh, You always seem to never take us anywhere nice.” Rotorstorm quipped at Thunderclash.

That got a slight chuckle out of a very weary Thunderclash. “Pardon me…I’ll endeavor to bring us somewhere nicer next…time…” As he spoke, his words grew more and more faint as his optics grew dim. Warnings and alerts filled his darkening display. “I just…need…some rest…” he murmured softly as he fell into stasis.

Chromia, from the pilot’s seat, let out a string of profanities before slamming her head into the steering mechanism. “Hoven…” she said to Elita, turning her head slightly to look at her. “A barren ice ball of a world covered in constant blizzards. And, here’s the best part, light years away from anyone who can help.”

Rather than mope, Chromia moved on to look at their options. She was running diagnostics on their shuttle. “Hrm…looks like our engines blew out in transwarp…” Chromia muttered, “Nautica could probably see if anything is salvageable, but it doesn’t look good. I’ll try and see if I can get scanners up. See if anything else is out there. If there’s a chance…”

by **Insidious** » Fri Nov 24, 2017 10:23 pm

Shuttle

“Beats me, I can hardly see past a few meters," Rotorstorm said.

“Well, on the plus side at least we’re away from the Decepticons and that scary ship of theirs,” Nautica injected. “And we’re all okay! Ya know... for the most part that is. Heh.”

"Definitely agreed. I wonder if Prowl even has any idea about what's going on with that flagship. At least we got her out," Elita said, indicating Windblade.

"Well, 'Lita we should probably start small with that question. Lets see what kind of place this is and how we can be survive and then we can see if we can use the stars to position us."

"That's fine. I'll start with anything. If severe temperatures are the worst of what we have to deal with, I'll take it. But it's definitely too soon to tell."

Elita-1 smirked at Chromia's reply. If nothing else, it would motivate her to keep her head in the game even more than normal--not that she needed a lot of motivation in that regard exactly. But still, until they knew what exactly they were dealing with, it would be best to have them all mentally on high alert.

“Hoven…A barren ice ball of a world covered in constant blizzards. And, here’s the best part, light years away from anyone who can help.”

Hoven, eh? Well, that was a start. Elita accessed her own internal files once she had a name to start with. What she got back was essentially what Chromia had given her to begin with. Still, better than nothing.

“Hrm…looks like our engines blew out in transwarp…Nautica could probably see if anything is salvageable, but it doesn’t look good. I’ll try and see if I can get scanners up. See if anything else is out there. If there’s a chance…”

"That sounds about par for the course, given the day we've had. Nauty, get on that. I'd like to be stuck here for as short a time as possible. Chromey, if you get scanners up, give me anything: life signs, structures, any indication of past or present life forms."

by **Cmdr. Trailblazer** » Fri Nov 24, 2017 10:36 pm

Shuttle

Roulette wrote:"You need to work on that whole build confidence thing. Lets see if you can beat out Prowl here on the whole pain thing."

Firestar scoffed and laughed all at once. "Yeah, I don't really need a confidence boost. I'm the best and I know it!"

She laughed again. "Dunno if I can beat that table flipping prick. But let's try, shall we?"

With that, Firestar pulled out a torch and went to work sealing off the Energon flow, grumbling quietly that her warning about morning went unnoticed.

News Credits: 1 · by **AFTRHR** » Sun Nov 26, 2017 8:47 pm

((OOC: Taking Hurricane out for a drive as temporary NPC))
((EDIT: Edited because I can't read worth a dime))
[Shuttle]

Hurricane sat up. The "crash" landing had made him stumble over a little bit, but for the most part, he was fine. Just a few minor scratches here and there and a dent or two, but he would live. Unfortunately, his fellow Turbomaster Boss didn't seem to be looking as good himself. Thunderclash looked to be drifting off as well. "'Clash! Don't... don't turn off just yet!" He sighed as the Turbomaster commander's optics fell off. Firestar had called out not to move, but Hurricane couldn't let his commander just slip away. He got up with the most cautious steps and made his way near Thunderclash. He placed his hands on his shoulders, shaking the Turbomaster commander a bit, but it didn't look like he was in good shape at all. Chromia spoke from a different direction.

Chromia wrote:“A barren ice ball of a world covered in constant blizzards. And, here’s the best part, light years away from anyone who can help.”

"Not exactly," Hurricane interjected, "We can help each other. I'll figure out something with what we have." He turned to look at the screens. Just a ball of ice, huh? Hurricane could handle this. He knew he could, he had total faith in his abilities. He looked at Chromia, then back at Thunderclash, and then back at Chromia. Looking at the medic, Patchwork, he began to wonder why Thunderclash would refuse treatment. Such a selfless act.

"Hey, medic! Try to be quick with those servos of yours, alright? Thunderclash doesn't look like he's in a lot of power right now." Looking away from Patchwork, Hurricane turned to Nautica. "If you salvage anything at all, let me know about it. We have to figure out a way to either get ourselves off this chunk of ice, or make ourselves more comfortable here until we can figure out how to do the former option."

by **Mazinman** » Sun Nov 26, 2017 10:04 pm

Shuttle

"Eh... not... too... bad... just... stings... a... little..." Roulette replied as she felt her side burning.

by **Skritz** » Thu Nov 30, 2017 6:10 pm

Shuttle

"Look, if you're all going to be difficult patients, you need to know one rule when it come to me and my fixin' of things, okay? I do what I can. That's all. I'm not a famous engineer or surgeon or anything fancy like that." Patchwork replied, grumpily as he continued assessing what needed to be done to get Boss fixed. Or, at the very least, keep him functional. "Yelling at me isn't going to make my job easier or my work any better." Grind. Grind. Sparks. More sparks. The sound of metal being cut by Patchwork's 'tool hand'.

"Now, listen up 'bot. What's your name again? Oh, right right, yes. It's Boss. Of course it is. Yer the boss, eh? Look, I'm about to perform some emergency repairs but I want you to keep talking to me, okay? Yapp all the way through that surgery, it will make it easier on you. Well, that and I'd like to know how and when you got damaged if that's not too much."

Patchwork stopped his own yapping for a moment and turn to the others: "No worry, I'm doing everything in my power, as limited as it may be. I'll get to you all in a moment. As soon as I am done with Boss."

(OOC: Would be nice to know the extent of everyone's injuries.)

News Credits: 3 · by **DedicatedGhostArt** » Thu Nov 30, 2017 7:41 pm

-Shuttle-

"Now, listen up 'bot. What's your name again? Oh, right right, yes. It's Boss. Of course it is. Yer the boss, eh? Look, I'm about to perform some emergency repairs but I want you to keep talking to me, okay? Yapp all the way through that surgery, it will make it easier on you. Well, that and I'd like to know how and when you got damaged if that's not too much."

"Well, actually Thunderclash is the boss. And he deserves all the respect he can get for what he's done. I'm just the fill in," said... 'Boss' in response to Patchwork.

Boss offlined his optics and explained, "I was struck in my cranial unit, and lost a lot of energon as a result-

"But I refuse to let anyone go without. So no playing favorites."

by **Skritz** » Thu Nov 30, 2017 7:52 pm

Shuttle

"Right, yes. I can see that damage: I just wanted to see if you could still talk!" Patchwork explained to Boss as he kept prying open the bot's chassis. A truly gruesome experience to the uninitated but the old bot presumed any Cybertronian still functional today had seen bits and pieces being cut and welded. "There. We. Go! Now, most functions should be gone in your left servo and it may be somewhat dead weight but look at the bright side!" Patchwork gave a tap on Boss' cranium. "You're still in there!"

News Credits: 3 · by **DedicatedGhostArt** » Sat Dec 09, 2017 6:10 pm

-Shuttle-

"Mh... Chromey? 'Lita? Maybe we could scavenge this shuttle for parts and see what we can make to help us?" Moonracer said hopefully and without hearing the others prior, "Who knows? Maybe we can get some temp replacement parts for some of our wounded?"

-

"There. We. Go! Now, most functions should be gone in your left servo and it may be somewhat dead weight but look at the bright side! You're still in there!"

"Thanks, Patchy," said Boss to Patchwork gratefully, "A blown out servo isn't exactly new to me. Well, even missing an arm isn't too new to me either." Boss then motioned over towards Thunderclash for Patchwork to assist.

by **Insidious** » Wed Dec 20, 2017 12:07 am

Shuttle

"Mh... Chromey? 'Lita? Maybe we could scavenge this shuttle for parts and see what we can make to help us? Who knows? Maybe we can get some temp replacement parts for some of our wounded?" Moonracer interjected.

"Not a bad idea. Just don't scavenge anything too critical. We need to be able to make this pile of scra-er, I mean....awesome, spark-saving vessel flightworthy again."

Elita-1 turned her attention back to the viewscreen and the inhospitable expanse of sub-zero whiteness staring back at her.

"I'm more than willing to do some recon, I just need to know if there's anything in any direction worth checking out."

News Credits: 62 · by **#Sideways#** » Fri Dec 22, 2017 12:28 pm

OoC: Sorry for the delay -- my life has been very busy with various forms of work. I haven't had much time to even do the work that I want to do lol. Sorry again!

Shuttle

Windblade sat, her knees folded to her chin. What had just happened rocked her world to her core. From the frantic exit, to the lost memories, to the gigantic presence that tried to kill them... Windblade could do very little other than sit and try to absorb it all. The sense of rage. The anger. The anguish held within the massive presence... It was overwhelming at first. But it was odd -- she almost understood it. Not from a logical level, but on an empathic level.

She didn't like it. It was like sucking on a penny, and letting the taste ferment upon her tongue.

The white wonder through the windows poured in from the outside of the shuttle, and glared in her optics. Standing, she wandered toward the window in wonder. She couldn't resist the wondrous oblivion before her, and the pale blueness of her optics glittered like stars under the piercing glow of the snow beyond the glass.

She knew it was snow. She knew what it looked like, what it felt like, but at the same time... Everything felt knew. It was like a memory of a past life. Deja Vu. She had to go out and feel it. The snow. Her past.

by **Cmdr. Trailblazer** » Fri Dec 22, 2017 12:57 pm

Shuttle

Tourette wrote:"Eh... not... too... bad... just... stings... a... little..."

Firestar chuckled. "No need to lie to me. I know this hurt like the Pit."

She finished plugging the leak. "There. Not a surgeon, but I can't be expected to be amazing at everything."

Firestar gave Roulette pat on her shoulder. "Just stay still until the doc can get to you, okay?"

She drew to herself up and took a look around the jumbled cabin. Her optics looked at the bots she served both, concern flooding them. Then she saw someone she didn't quite recognize. A red and black bot with wings.

Curiosity got the better of Firestar and she walked over to the femme. "Don't think I've seen you before."

News Credits: 62 · by **#Sideways#** » Fri Dec 22, 2017 7:26 pm

Shuttle

Windblade stood, entranced by the snow whirling around the shuttle in hollow, whipping winds. It welcomed her, beckoned her to its icy depths, and what answers lay within.

She heard a voice to her right, one that belonged to Firestar, "Don't think I've seen you before."

Windblade let out a weak laugh, "That's something that I've been hearing a lot today."

She leaned against the bulkhead and took a breath. It was still cold from the vacuum of space, and the subzero winter outside wasn't helping very much, either. She doubted that she could fly outside in the freezing cold, but she could try.

"I'm Windblade. I... Think I was their mission." Windblade made a gesture with her head toward Elita.

by **Foximus** » Sat Dec 23, 2017 1:30 pm

Shuttle

"I'm more than willing to do some recon, I just need to know if there's anything in any direction worth checking out."

“Hah! Well, we might be in luck for once,” Chromia said, slamming her hand against her leg as she looked to Elita. “We got a faint reading. It’s Cybertronian in origin. With any luck, it’ll be something we can use.” Chromia pointed to the point on the screen. “It’s a few kliks from here.”

Standing up, Chromia stepped out into the cabin proper where what remained of their forces were licking their wounds. Thunderclash looked really rough. Not much in the way of a scouting party. Chromia looked to Elita. “Could be Cons. I don’t really think it’s all that likely but, you know…” she muttered to Elita softly.

News Credits: 1 · by **AFTRHR** » Sat Dec 23, 2017 2:16 pm

[Shuttle]

Chromia wrote:“We got a faint reading. It’s Cybertronian in origin. With any luck, it’ll be something we can use. It’s a few kliks from here.”

"That's fantastic," Hurricane responded to Chromia , bringing himself closer to the screens, "Anything at this point is a gamble, and it's a gamble we definitely need to take."

He turned around to look at the rest of the squad. "Not a lot of us can get there. Maybe only a small bunch. 'Clash and Boss are in no shape to go out there in the cold, and..." He paused, putting a finger to his mouth, giving himself the liberty to think.

"I'll go. I'm still in good enough form." The turbomaster tactician said, "Best to get prepared for what's out there."