Loyalty Enduring

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[retiredcommander]

Closed RP|| No Matter What

@eliteseeker

⚒️|| Magnus was looking for a seeker, a particular seeker whom joined the ranks of the Wreckers quite some time ago. But Magnus had gone missing, he had been missing for over a year. It was funny how many expected him dead instead of searching for him. Maybe that had hurt Magnus’ Pride….or maybe he simply expected it. Whatever he felt or expected, as soon as he had gotten himself off that confusing planet and regained his wits, he set out to search for his Wreckers…

…again…

Strangely enough, he was having an easier time finding his wreckers than before. At least he noticed he was filling up more information and quick. Perhaps his Wreckers had worried?

Dreadwing, he was the mech Magnus was looking for now. So with a simple com he tried his best to locate the mech on the list.

:: Dreadwing, this is Ultra Magnus,:: Magnus began. :: I am contacting in hopes that we may get in touch. At your earliest convenience please let me know if you’re okay and your current lication. Should I not get a reply, I will assume something has happened and I will be forced to physically locate you.::

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; Faith; it was such a difficult concept for many to hold to, including Dreadwing himself. Change did not come easily, he had found, and as such he did not blame the Autobots for their general lack of enthusiasm as he attempted to blend into their fold. The Wreckers were, understandably, most hesitant about his presence: after all, he had made it known that it was his mission to hunt down their kind and wipe them from the face of the universe.

     Why Ultra Magnus had accepted him in the first place was a mystery to them all, with a track record like that.

     Yet with the Wrecker Commander absent from the base, reportedly missing in combat, Dreadwing had found himself shuffled deeper inside; perhaps it was to keep an optic on him, to ensure that he would not attempt to attack from within. Optimus Prime was kind enough to update him and give missions now and then, but he seemed more fearful that Megatron would find a way to draw his prized Seeker back to the Decepticons.

     It was that sort of thinking that hurt most, whether it was understandable or not. 

     And so, as yet another cycle of relative silence came to a close, the Seeker was somewhat startled as his commline flashed to life with a message from a familiar signal: Ultra Magnus. His spark began to race, and in an awkward moment of excitement, his wings flicked upward. He was still online. It took a moment to compose himself, but as soon as his processes were in order, he was quick to reply:  « Commander Ultra Magnus, this is Dreadwing. I am... I am well. Currently I am still with the Autobot forces, holding out against what remains of the resistance. It is... good to hear your vocals again. »  

[earthteamwei-deactivated2018122]

@eliteseeker

Maybe Eva was just a magnet to these Transformers, but once again, another was in her path. She wasn’t even surprised anymore. Sure, this one had horns, but that didn’t do much for her. Going by the look on her face basically screamed that this wasn’t new. 

“So, what do you transform into?” She asked as she mindlessly poked the small fire she made in her small campsite. 

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; Humanity; a blemish upon the face of the cosmos that some believed should continue to exist. Dreadwing had not encountered many thus far--mostly the young ones, and one particularly loud-mouthed aged guardian--but for the most part, he was not impressed. As he began to shed the weight of the Decepticon Cause from his shoulders, however, he began to realize that perhaps he needed to ease his bigoted views of the universe at large.

     Oh, but if only it were that simple.

     This one was odd, and gave off an air that he believed would have them fit in well with the rest of the collection that the Autobots had built up. He raised an optic ridge in her direction, fighting off the urge to frown. “In your terms, I would be viewed as a heavy jet fighter--particularly of a model that is of “Top Secret” classification. You do not seem frightened by my appearance--why?”

[up-ta-no-good]

[eliteseeker]

//Blog officially rebooted. If our characters have a history you’d like to retain, please feel free to let me know. I’ll be posting his updated universe information in the coming days. Otherwise, I’m all for building new relationships. Let’s do it.

[eliteseeker]

seekerofintegrity => eliteseeker

[eliteseeker]

(Starter meme) ❝ Ain’t this a hell of a day? ❞

meme | l.o.t starters | [ ACCEPTING ]

✮ ;;“Indeed it is, Wrecker. Sort of makes you want to swallow one of your grenades, doesn’t it? That would certainly improve things.”

+ @wreckerjack

[rpmemes-gallery]

LEGEND OF TARZAN SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ You portly coward! ❞

❝ Farewell, sweet lord… The future belongs to me. ❞

❝ You looked like you were about to give me a hug. ❞

❝ Enjoying your peek show? ❞

❝ And I thought the civil war was long. ❞

❝ I hope I’m wrong, but I need to know. ❞

❝ Still not waiting for you. ❞

❝ Of course it’s not safe there, _____. You take a nap in the wrong place, you got a 50-50 chance of being eaten. ❞

❝ You are not in position to ask for anything, ______. ❞

❝ Well, I’m not going to drink some foam and a couple of you know what it is you won’t tell me. ❞

❝ Promise you won’t hurt them? ❞

❝ Be still my beating heart. ❞

❝ Whatever happens, do not interfere. ❞

❝ Don’t think for a second you’re saving my life. ❞

❝ Would you pass the pepper? ❞

❝ I know you took my handkerchief. ❞

❝ I’ve never left a friend in trouble. ❞

❝ I was young. That’s no excuse. ❞

❝ Get your hands off me! ❞

❝ I’m still coming with you. ❞

❝ Like a damsel? ❞

❝ 1886 model Maxim machine gun. This is way better than my Walker Colts. ❞

❝ People love a good story. ❞

❝ You do know that the right side of your mustache is just a little lower than the left. ❞

❝ My knife, please. ❞

❝ It’s nearly impossible to take the wild out of something born to it. ❞

❝ You want me to lick his nuts too? ❞

❝ You are under my knife! ❞

❝ He’ll wipe you out. Every last one of you. Like you never even existed. You think that’s impossible? You are looking at a man that has seen it happened. ❞

❝ We are not going to go into that mess for free. ❞

❝ Ain’t this a hell of a day? ❞

❝ I need you to scream for me. ❞

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; He is alive, but at what cost?

[eliteseeker]

Dreadwing: How much for the horse tornado?

Knock Out: That's a carousel.

Dreadwing: I must have it.

[eliteseeker]

[rp] Wrecking Expectations

[xretiredcommanderx-deactivated2]

⚖|| Magnus was by himself for a small while. He didn’t know what to do. He gathered his wits and talked some sense into himself. However, images and haunts of his own commander making him obedient. Obedience…following orders mindlessly. Primus! Of all the times he had to have an episode it was now! He grabbed at his helm and grunted. It would pass. And when it did–he would try all of this all over again. 

     Maybe he approached the mech wrong. He was a Decepticon, not an Autobot. Things would have to be handled differently with bots from different factions. That had to be it…right? Magnus would have to think.

When he got his composure, he finally returned and left. He had to find the mech and try again. He straightened himself and put his servos behind his back. He was still thinking about what he could do or would do, but he knew as soon as the time came, he would figure it out.

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; Dreadwing had not wandered far from their meeting place. While he had been given free reign of their gifted outpost, he still felt a decent bit of unease simply moving around without supervision. Perhaps it was the countless vorn of Soundwave’s constant surveillance over the Decepticon troops, whether they were in his vicinity or not, or even his uncertainty around the Autobots themselves. Whatever it was, he had chosen to idle beside a makeshift terminal, prodding through public files to find something that would occupy his time.

      If only Ultra Magnus had given him an actual task to perform; while taking orders from former enemies was still strange, having direction was better than simply poking around aimlessly. There was nowhere for him to build his explosives, or even to tweak his weaponry and hone his skill as he waited for the next opportunity to strike at his former comrades. What was he supposed to do? Mull about with the humans? Chat with the other Wreckers as though they hadn’t sworn to tear the other apart?

      Clearly there were aspects to desertion that he had not considered until now.

      Fortunately, the silence of the air was broken by heavy pedefalls somewhere behind him. The Seeker’s wings twitched curiously, though he did not turn his attention from the screen before him. Instead, he merely offered the other a greeting: “I am attempting to read through your Autobot Code--I do hope that is acceptable. There are... a number of rules that I had not expected.”

[charliedzilla]

B B B B CLUB! (I did not plan to give this to my shop but i was asked to do so) Teepublic I Redbubble I Society6

[eliteseeker]

[rp] Wrecking Expectations

[xretiredcommanderx-deactivated2]

⚖|| He sounded so eager, so ready. It was off settling. Magnus didn’t quite understand it. His wreckers just were not this obedient and he–well he preferred a little rebellion. Even if he ranted on about order and the chain of command, he was just ranting–he wasn’t serious, at least not really. There was just something about complete obedience that threw Magnus off. One could almost go so far as to say it scared him.

     You could see the off put behavior as the commander couldn’t seem to answer the mech before him. He looked away a moment before he cleared his intake. “I want you to get settled in,” he said rather plainly. Magnus look back at Dreadwing–though he could not entirely make optic contact. “get used to your new surroundings. That is all.” with that Magnus was almost too quick to leave.

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; Eager was far from what Dreadwing felt. He was nervous, and a bit apprehensive at best; so many things could go wrong with this entire arrangement, and each and every variable seemed to rest upon his shoulders. Whether it was his past actions or what was to come, the great unknown, he seemed to be haunted by his decisions. If anything went wrong now, it would truly be the end for both these Autobots, and himself.

     But at Ultra Magnus’ own apprehension, the Seeker was rather puzzled. Discomfort among defectors was an understandable notion, but to him, it appeared that the commander was slightly disturbed. There was no optic contact made as the order was given, and the mech retreated almost immediately as the final words passed his vocoder. Heavy wings shifted uncomfortably as he watched the other leave, hesitant. Was that really all? Had he committed some social faux pas that Autobots found too unbearable to even mention? ...All he had done was swear allegiance. Right?

     Into the now-empty chamber he awkwardly called back, “Ah, yes, Commander. I will... begin that at once. Thank you.” Dreadwing offered a slight bow as he turned to leave, though his pace was much more relaxed than the other’s had been. Well, he thought, if these mecha had a problem with something as important as following orders, then they were definitely in for a treat with him.

[moonxwing-blog]

see the line where the sky meets the sea

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[eliteseeker]

[rp] Wrecking Expectations

[xretiredcommanderx-deactivated2]

⚖|| I understand, Commander. Those words, out of everything he said, seemed to hit Magnus the most. He was not showing any signs, so far, of contempt. If anything he was hearing absolute respect. And there was something that seemed to take Magnus back from hearing it. He had thoughts running in his processor all while losing his train of thought. It was awkward how those three words took him by such surprise.

     Magnus gathered his wits before replying back to the mech and saying, “You do not owe me, if there is anything you must atone for, that is between you and the other wreckers. As far as I am concerned, you are a new mech–and you better show me that I am right.”

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; Dreadwing was well aware of the fact that trust was something earned, and not simply given to those that asked for it. The Autobots' numbers had dwindled over countless vorn of violence and chaos, and the few that remained were understandably cautious to allow him entrance, even when he had sworn allegiance and presented the Prime with Solus' Forge. A simple gift and his words alone had done nothing but open a door; this was his only chance to step through and prove his mettle.

    "I understand, commander," came the Seeker's reply, "and I am honored by your decision. I will not let you down." Or so he hoped. What was it that Ultra Magnus would expect of him? To destroy ever Decepticon compound that he could? To be their errand mech until he had proven himself worthy of standing beside them on the battlefield?

    And what of the other Wreckers? There were few things in life that caused him to be truly fearful--Megatron's wrath topped the list, but alongside that sat the unknown expectations of those he had sworn to kill and defame at any cost. Eventually those fires would have to be faced, but for now, he was grateful that the only battle before him was with the stone-faced expression of Ultra Magnus. For once.

    He reset his vocoder then, hoping to try and ease some tension in the air as he said, "What do you request of me first, commander? I am yours to lead."

[annas-inktober]

Inktober, Day 11: Dreadwing

Baby come back… I miss this child 😢

[eliteseeker]

[rp] Wrecking Expectations

[xretiredcommanderx-deactivated2]

     || Magnus had been briefed and informed of what had happened. He had been told who was joining their ranks. An ex-decepticon. This wasn’t news to him. There were Ex-Criminals who had joined the Ranks of Wreckers. Sometimes Magnus wondered if Optimus sent criminals and Decepticons his way because he knew the Wreckers was where they would fit in. Either way, Magnus wasn’t too shocked. He had even seen something in this mech that he’d hoped that he would switch. 

He was glad he did.

     Magnus walked over the the Seeker and kept a firm pose as he approached. “Dreadwing,” Magnus spoke in greeting. “My name is Ultra Magnus. I am your new Commanding Officer as you take ranks with the Wreckers.” Magnus spoke bluntly. As he stated he was commander over him, he wanted to see the bot’s reaction. How would he take that, how would this work, what would Magnus have to do to ensure that this worked out. Of course…he couldn’t act like he wanted everything to be energon cakes and rainbows. He would be a, observer, using a bit of attitude to see how Dreadwing would react. Checking his patience, even.

[eliteseeker]

✮ ;; Over the centuries, many Wreckers had fallen at Dreadwing’s hands. His explosives had torn through their ships and bunkers, his blade through their frames and sparks--he had been their Reaper, extinguishing the hopes of any that wished to put their faith solely in the brute force of the Autobots’ finest guerrilla forces. They owed him nothing; if anything, he expected nothing less than their disdain and rejection, or worse, desires for vengeance. Such feelings would have been understood, of course, but... this was his only chance, he felt.

     For who else would preach forgiveness and offer redemption to a vicious killer than those that had fought for such so relentlessly for millions of vorn?

     Upon the approach of their leader, the stoic Second in Command of the Autobot army, the Seeker’s frame stiffened to stand at attention. There was a great deal of respect that he felt towards Ultra Magnus, the one that had stood humbly at the side of the Prime for countless centuries. To hear him speak as though he were merely another soldier, just another mech to be whipped into shape... it came as a relief. Perhaps, in some ways, this change would not be as difficult as he anticipated.

     Or, well. It could be far worse as well. Only time would tell.

     “I understand, commander,” came his reply, vocals firm but relenting. Now was not the time for bravado; he had to make his case. “I am appreciative of this opportunity, and am willing to do what must be done to... acclimate.”

[siorca]