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Name: Heelturn Age: 6.4 Thousand Years Pronouns: They/She/It Height: 10.3 meters Weight: 82.4 metric tons Eye Color: Fluorescent Blue Ethnicity: Cybertronian (Decepticon) Appearance: Biography: Every invasion needs some form of advance scout, to learn the lay of the land, to gauge the...

“Vague understandings…” “Memories that feel closer every day, but still distant.” As she sat in her Knight, the feeling that Valimar had forgotten more about the situation that she could remember dug itself firmly into the back of her mind. Only a flimsy understanding of what she would need to...

TRANSFORMERS Cybertron was the home planet of the Transformers, the body of their creator, Primus. Cybertron was a shining metal, technological world; a planet of towering futuristic cities without end and vast metallic plains, spiraling metal mountains and bottomless neon-lit chasms...

So this was the Nadesico’s power, laid bare. To say it was overwhelming was an understatement, and frankly, it was cutting a bit too close, considering the fact that she could have accidentally been caught in that blast. “Ah’d say that was overkill, but… It got the job done-“

“Copy that. I’ll radio back first sign of life.” BETA retreating on the surface? She wouldn’t let the idea hang too long in her mind, sealing up her suit, as she attempted to collect herself. Training, preparation, and whatever else she had endured to get here, she wouldn’t let it go to waste...

Every hair on Hilda was on end, as they entered the grand chamber, and their host made their introduction. Valimar and its pilot stared slack jawed at the large, alien figure, although dragon, might have been more apt. A feeling of awe, that they shouldn’t… Quite be seeing what they were seeing...

Hildeburg’s body would vanish in a sparkle of light, leaving Mira alone on the field, nodding once more to the rest of the Knights crew. After she started jogging for her Hector, Valimar would rise, its shoulders rolling, as if stretching. “Very well. We’ll take the lead then. It’s hard to deny...

“And so arrive the other players…” Hildeburg tensed as the Garlean weapon descended, with Mira taking step in front of her captain. A few deep breaths, and the Garlean girl would hold up her hand in greeting. “Perfect timing, both of you. Hildeburg Cheesewright, a pleasure to meet you Etna...

“I don’t like this place. I’m getting bad vibes all around…” The Aschen Knights had set up a temporary camp, a bit aways from the grandiose doors, running a few last checks on their Soldats and supplies. Mira had been the first to finish up her work, and had been staring at the massive building...

The scene displayed upon the screen was nothing to balk at, as the Jovian Chairman sat at a rather simple desk, with a massive window behind him, Jupiter and Io taking up most of it’s real estate. The chairman himself was an older gentleman, slicked back gray hair, well shaven save for comb...

“Alright then. You may load up onto the Alps Class before I think better of it. You’ll be allowed limited access until we can determine what we’re going to do with each other.” Hildeburg nodded back at Valimar, the Knight finally letting its shoulders droop just a bit, the tenseness leaving...

“No, my confusion came from assuming my weapon was from Japan, Area 11, whatever you call it. But that’s not important right now.” She shook her head, trying to focus herself on what was important right now. “You’re an individual. You don’t have any Allie’s besides this secret one you seemed...

“My team will supply a few spare parts and some food as a sign of good will. Godspeed.” Hildeburg knew the rest of the team would be a bit heartbroken to relinquish some of the actual fresh food they had bought during the trip into town, but they had bought far more than they could finish in...

“Wait. Why didn’t you just use your own Bushnell to do it then? Or we could have spoofed an IFF, or maybe even just waved a white flag from the ground. Why have us engage if you weren’t planning on actually pursuing the bounty? What if we had actually decided to strike with lethal intent?” “And...

“Something something, cut off one head, and two more will take its place, yes? If you’re going to be staging a war, be it cold or out in the open, you’re still going to need money. Wishes and dreams, like Mr. Natalia says, will only get you so far. If you’re prepared to March to war, you’re...

“Team, stand down. I think they’re actually talking things out. Take a breath.” The Hector and Mistral would awkwardly start to shuffle backwards out of the Fat Uncle, lowering their arms. Hildeburg didn’t have anything to add. Yet.

The Ashen Knight stayed silent, as their Palantite ally opened themselves up to being entirely obliterated, unsure how to follow that reckless path. Sure, she could try and make a grand gesture, but she had far more to lose than the edgy boy on her side. Valimar would slowly just ease itself...

“I have to admit. I do have respect for how much your boss seems to care for you all.” This message wasn’t broadcast over the general comms, just from the speakers on the Hector to those held in the hangar of the Fat Uncle. “Do you think he’ll actually… Stop and talk, when they disable his...

“No gallows today, or tomorrow.” While the still downed Hector shot at Mira in their Hector, the Mistrel would leap into the Fat Uncle as well, hoping the F-4 would stay down- guns trained at the other mobile weapons. The Mistral spoke this time“Stand down. For fucks sake. We could kill you all...

“Schiese, du möse!” Valimar and the Mistrel wound up taking blows from the strange funnels, stepping back for a moment, while the Hector managed to stumble it’s way into the bay of the transport, the massive pointed hammer it was wielding shifting into a red and Orange rocket launcher, aimed...