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Jinx was having a hard time right now. Either be an Autobot or get torn apart by dogs. She didnt want to die, but she didnt want to be part of the police force. She wasnt a cop. "I thought I had this shit all planned out, I forgot about the dogs before I was brought in. Shit" She growled. And another factor made her think. "But the Bots got some cute guys" She said to herself. "Ugh, I hate decisions like these! That's why I'm not nuthin important to the Cons" She growled, sitting back down. She looked at Skids, "Why ya offerin this anyway? How do ya even know ya can trust me?"

 

[_Exodus_]

"Because you'll be my partner, I'm trained in all kinds of combat and gesture reading. It would know you were going to betray me before you did," Skids said with confidence. He knows that some of those statements are exaggerated, but she doesn't.

Prime over hears Bulkhead's and Trailbreaker's conversation.
"I wouldn't mind takeout," Prime says.
"I guess let's go," Trailbreaker says, "Whos car?"
"Radio me when you get there," Prime says as he continues to drive.
He knew they wouldn't try anything dangerous, and besides, Trailbreaker can protect them just fine.
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"Yer partner? Ya can do that without permission?" She asked. That's way different than the Cons. "Hmm..." She thought. "Well... What will I do if, an' when, I gotta face some Cons? They'll tell Megs I betrayed an' than I'll die" It was cut and dry, there was no gray area.

 

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"Mine's the armored one, so how's about that one?" Bulkhead said, grinning at Trailbreaker before looking over at Optimus and giving a thumbs up, "You got it, boss."
The large man gestured with his head and said, "Lets go," to Trailbreaker before turning and walking off towards the garage where all the cars were parked. "By the time we get there, the food will be ready for us."

_Exodus_

 

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"With me around, they won't even pick up their guns," Skids says a bit over confidently, but he knew he could take down multiple people with one round.

"Fine by me," Trailbreaker says as he walks towards the garage. He quickens his pace to match Bulkhead's.
"Thats your ride?" He questions.
It was a nice vehicle, very nice indeed.
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"Hmm" You know what? Screw it! She was tired of the overbearing tyrant anyway! "I aint that important to em anyway, they wont miss me" She said after a few moments. She held out a fist for a fist bump.

 

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"You bet." Bulkhead clapped a hand on the hood of the SUV, listening to the THUNK sound reverberate in the garage. "I've been through a lot of stuff in this thing. It's survived one of Loudmouth's crazy grenades, and that is an accomplishment in that of itself." He laughed and walked over the passenger side door, "Just gimme a minute while I clean out the front seat." And with that, Bulkhead threw the door open, two pizza boxes fall out of the car immediately upon the door being opened. He blinked, glanced at Trailbreaker and gave a cheeky grin before starting pile all the shut in the front seat out of the car and (most of it) to the garbage can.

_Exodus_

 

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This seemed a little odd, but Skids rolled with it. He gave her a first bump.
As Jinx lifted her first, Prime watches the scene take place on his monitor in his truck. Something doesn't feel right, he tells himself.

He is a bit messy, Trailbreaker thinks. He jumps up front, watching carefully where he puts his feet. He buckles himself up.
"Let's ride!" He says happily.
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[Xadieve]

With a rumbling, grating noise, accented with the sound of mechanical clicks, the garage door slid open. The person that waited on the other side hardly even waited before it was fully open before the car slipped inside with a quiet rumble of the engine. It was pretty obvious who's car it was before the man driving it was revealed behind the tinted windows. An expensive-looking red sports car, the model of it must have cost a fortune alone, not even taking into account the orange flames painted on the hood and sides, or the long spoiler sticking up from the back. Really, it was Rodimus's pride and joy, but fortunately, he only bragged about it when the topic came up in conversation.

Speaking of the hotshot, after parking in the Autobot garage, Rodimus himself popped open the driver side door and happily stepped out. He tilted his head as he heard noises in the garage, and raised a two-fingered salute to the Autobots hanging around Bulkhead's SUV. Rodimus had his usual headband around his head, and more typical attire that probably should have stayed in the 90s. Thankfully, he had grabbed his radio from the backseat and clipped it to his waist, but it was still off, in case Loudmouth wanted to yell at him again. He didn't bother sticking around in the garage. After locking up his car, he walked towards the HQ entrance, in search of Optimus, but still had the air of a man who thought he owned the place.

 

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Bulkhead, after thrououghly muscling the garbage into the bin, walked over to the SUV and gave her one last whack on the hood before sliding into the driver's side of the car.
Just then, Rodimus drove into the garage with all the swagger of an overconfident man such as himself. Bulkhead looked at him, then looked over at Trailbreaker and cracked a grin, rolled his eyes and started the car.
He briefly ran his hands over the wheel before getting the thing into gear and heading out of the base.

_Exodus_

In her wandering, Loudmouth spent a lot of time considering all her options. Should she leave, and fail the people she called family? Should she stay here, risking her neck for a bunch of almost complete strangers? Or- even better- should she just take all the gas she can, whatever money she could scrounge up, and just skip town? Leave this crazy place to its own devises. Live her own goddamn life, who cares about this city? It has nothing but memories in it anyway, why try to save it?
But somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't. The Auyobots were counting on her, and her alone to keep an eye on the Cons and report back any findings. And some part of her heart just couldn't betray them.
".... ughhhhh, what do I do in this situation...?" She said, grabbing the sides of her head and leaning back against a wall, her eyes shut and squeezed closed.

 

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"What exactly are we getting?" Trailbreaker questions.
He watches as Hot Rod, Rodimus, whatever he called himself go inside.
Prime ain't going to be happy when he sees him, Trailbreaker thinks. He turns his attention towards their surroundings. The city was once a beauty, now that the cons ruined it, it's been nothing but a waste land.

 

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"Just some Chinese." Bulkhead said, glancing at Trailbreaker briefly before turning back to the road, "I called in the usual order that everybody likes ahead of time, so by the time we get there, the food should be done."
Slowly, the city scooted by, giving Bulkhead a look into the devastation that was the Decepticon's rule. "Imagine what it's like to grow up in this... wreck."

_Exodus_

 

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"I do know, I was the one who made it this way," Trailbreaker says sadly.
He originally used to be apart of the decepticons before he saw what he was doing was wrong. Prime forgave him and gave him a position as an Autobot. His ability caused all of this destruction.

 

[Xadieve]

Right. So if he was an overbearing, hardworking old man who needed a break, where would he be? Probably off being responsible, taking down baddies, or interrogating someone, or in his office, dong paperwork. Figuring that would be the easiest place to look, Rodimus headed in the direction of Optimus's office, making sure to stay completely away from his own desk and mountains of paperwork, in case anyone caught him slacking off again. The last thing he needed was an uptight worker dragging him by the ear back to his desk. It's happened before. Upon arriving at Optimus's office, he raised a hand to rap his knuckles on the door, and moved to turn the doorknob to see if it was unlocked ."Hellooo, Prime? You in there? It's me, Rodimus, try not to shoot." He called out, only a little nervous at the prospect of talking with the Autobot leader.

 

[_Exodus_]

Optimus arrives back at base. He unload all of his gear. As he walks in, he sees Hot Rod at the door. Prime isn't a title, it's a name that inspires others, Prime thinks as he remembers the silly name he gave himself, Rodimus.
"What brings you to my office?" Prime asks as he unlocks the door.
He puts his weapons in the respective cabinets and takes a seat in his luxurious chair.

 

[Xadieve]

Huh, locked. Did that mean Optimus wasn't here? Then where was he? Rodimus stood there for a few moments, staring at the doorknob in confusion, pondering, before his internal question was shortly answered. At the sound of Optimus's voice behind him, he jumped a bit, moving away from the door, almost instinctively. His shoulders were still a bit tense, even when he recognized the leader approaching. "Oh, Optimus!" He greeted, with a wave, following along behind him as he entered the office. Rodimus glanced around with a disinterested gaze, and had to resist the urge to sit down somewhere, since it was kind of comfy-looking, if not a little haunting. Office spaces always were a bit intimidating for Rodimus.

"So." He began, quickly coming to the realization that he hadn't prepared a speech for the situation. Not good. "Loudmouth came back with a report. Something about a new 'con weapon." Rodimus continued, half-hoping that the news hadn't spread to Optimus yet, and he would be surprised by this news. He just raised his eyebrow as he looked at Optimus, waiting to see if he should go on or if the leader was going to speak.

 

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"Any information on this new weapon?" Prime asks.
He had heard of a new weapon. He could only assume it was a biological weapon of sorts. He leans back in his chair.
Rodimus may one day lead the Autobots, that is the day I fear we shall need a new outlook on the war, Prime thinks.
Xadieve

 

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This seemed a little odd, but Skids rolled with it. He gave her a first bump.
As Jinx lifted her first, Prime watches the scene take place on his monitor in his truck. Something doesn't feel right, he tells himself.

He is a bit messy, Trailbreaker thinks. He jumps up front, watching carefully where he puts his feet. He buckles himself up.
"Let's ride!" He says happily.
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"So," Jinx looked around. "Now what?" She asked, looking back at Skids. "I mean, I'm part of the team now, whaddya do fer fun?"

 

[Xadieve]

Rodimus moved back to gently close the door behind him, before stepping forward and flopping down in one of the chairs in front of Optimus's desk. He shrugged when he spoke, showing faux nonchalance. "Loudmouth's cat got killed by some dogs or-- I mean..." Did they really need so many codenames all the time? Rodimus had the tendency of getting confused by them. "Loudmouth spoke of these dogs that the 'cons got. Pit bulls, I think. They're just dogs but she's worried, says they're intelligent, and said they killed some 'cons already. Their own troops, because they smelled Autobot, just like that." He looked a little thoughtful as he spoke, wondering what these dogs must be like, and what the Decepticons are planning to do with them. If they could track down where the Autobots were then, well, no more secret hideout spots.

"...I say we don't do anything. It was hard enough getting Loudmouth in there already, imagine trying to bust her out! We wouldn't have anyone else in the Decepticon facility, we wouldn't be able to keep our advantage over them!" Rodimus suddenly said, straightening up, and appearing frustrated. He knew it was dangerous for Loudmouth, and while he was somewhat concerned for her well-being, they just couldn't risk losing that tactical advantage, could they?

 

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"We go tell Prime the deal," Skids says as he walks over to the door. He unlocks the door then heads towards Optimus' office. Skids walks right on in.
"I think we have..," He start before seeing Rodimus in there.

"We may have another option," Prime says thinking of the con turned autobot.
Skids walks in and begins to speak.
"Bring her in here," Prime orders Skids.
Skids walks out and returns with Jinx in tow.
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[_Exodus_]

Bump

 

[Xadieve]

Rodimus turned somewhat in his seat in surprise as Skids entered the office, then slumped down in apparent nonchalance. He rested his chin on his hand, elbow resting on the chair's armrest, and raised an eyebrow at Skids. "...Wait, what, bring who--?" He began to say, before the Autobot left and returned again with some newbie. "So, did I miss something, or are we training some newbie? Because I feel like I missed the memo. Was there a meeting?" Rodimus wondered, especially wondering why this newbie was being regarded as a 'solution' for the whole Decepticon dogs problem. The only solution he could think of was another spy, or live bait. Rodimus shuddered at the thought, and dismissed it quickly, Optimus wouldn't be that cruel.

 

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Jinx followed Skids, waving at both Prime and Rodimus. "Sup" She did a little nonchalant salute. "So sexy here," She jerked her thumb toward Skids, "Said I'm a new Autobot." She stood tall.

 

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"And our new spy," Prime comments.
He couldn't trust her, but Loudmouth would have to keep an eye on her.
Skids didn't like that idea. A new autobot, who once was a con, and letting her go back to being a con? He didn't like it, but he went along with it.

 

[TyVibes]

SOUNDWAVE

Soundwave was at work again in the main control room of a Decepticon outpost, it was amazing that they actually had their own outposts really, although it was just a warehouse in an industrial estate on the outside and much more like a proper base on the inside. As always, the old technician was monitoring frequencies and other communication channels for news of shipments or Autobot activity, so far he had only heard the world news, Football scores from the Americas and Europe, talk about Global warming, several of the newer members talking ill of their superiors and current jobs of filing or cleaning the base and a few takeout orders. Soundwave had also managed to catch wind of some of the higher ranking members of the Decepticons plotting pranks on their friends, on which he had to commend them on their creativity and store their names on a list of people he needed to be wary of.

Briefly his mind wandered to what the twins and his friends might be doing. Megatron was surely ordering someone about or yelling at starscream, Sounders had to admit, while scream was a pain in the ass, he was amusing at the best of times and he was good at his job. Shockwave, as Soundwave thought about it, he also considered a kind of friend. He was emotionless most of the time, but he had his moments and he had helped Soundwave quite a few times when coming to decipher codes and fixing up equipment. Shockwave even took the time to teach him a few things about how to fix and make machinery himself, which had been much more informative than the excuse for crash course he'd received while serving. Soundwave flicked his attention from comms to visual media as he scanned the cities cameras for signs of trouble, not pulling up anything just yet.