Scene #1480: In The Ruins Of Dismay

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Alpha Centauri	Location: The Great Ruins.. Time: Evening.. As the sun has already set a few robotic humanoids start to make their way out of the old rubble of fallen buildings. Several of them with singular optical lens ranging in different colors. Others with mix-matched armor parts they have scourged up or had to partial repair on their own. They move about the ruins, looking in the remains for anything they can use. There is at least five of them. Five of them that are trying to stay close to one another and two who are up on a building playing look out. The last one is actually inside messing around with a communications relay. The evening was continuing to go smoothly, that was until the radar they had hooked up picked up on an IFF, "Oh no.." The signal was quickly sent out as an SOS as the one on communications tried to search for help. Others were quickly notified and started to make a run back for the crafted up shelter. Yet their run would be quickly ended as they get thrown up into the air by heavy missile explosions right behind and some ahead of them. As one tries to get back up on his feet, he finds his body slammed back down into the earth as a heavy foot comes to rest on his backside. A soft hum of the photon cells warming up then breaks the silent air, as a rifle comes to aim down on the other humanoid's head unit. "Please... don't do this.." The other humanoid is standing about ten feet tall. Those gold optics glow brightly in the darkness. His foot gently applies more pressure. "You are lucky.. it is only your head unit. You will be returned for reformation." "No! Not refor--" The shot rings through the night air, while the others continue to scramble for safety.
Blurr	Blurr had picked up on an unfamiliar signal bouncing around in space on his way to another uncharted planet assigned to scouting for potential resources or beneficial alliances. It seemed to be some kind of distress beacon, sent out by someone who is apparently being pursued by someone else. Or someTHING else. Now, since this is an unknown entity, he approaches geosynchronous orbit with caution...after all they could be criminals attempting to escape the law. Or worse. Upon reaching lower orbit, he activates his craft's short-range sensors in an attempt to get an idea of what exactly is going on down there...
Alpha Centauri	Once the one Accretian is down, Alpha Centauri goes to move onto the next, his photon rifle coming up to aim. While they may be running-- the Enforcer is simply walking. Not seeming to concerned about how far they get ahead of him. For now though--Blurr's craft is out of range of his own sensors. One of the Accretians trip out of panic and crash into the ground, they roll and then pick up a pole. They stare down the Enforcer. "Enforcer unit! You don't have to do this! We came here to get away! We came here to live in /peace/! Can't you see what they are doing?!" Yet Alpha Centauri continues to walk, until he comes to a stop. His Photon rifle aimed right at the one whom is attempting to stand his ground. "You are function is not in combat. You are already know that your percentages of defeating me are low." The one with the pole slides back his legs. "Wake up already! They just want us as pawns! There is no freedom in the life they have us all living! No freedom! No choice!" He roars out the last part and goes to charge right at Alpha Centauri. Alpha however doesn't seem phased by this. Only his optics narrowing, before his index finger pulls the trigger. Another one goes down...
Blurr	Blurr watches the conflict--or rather, -slaughter- happening below. It would appear that this Enforcer guy isn't arresting them but actually -murdering- them. Heh...enforcers. Funny, that...the Autobot used to be one himself. In fact he wasn't unlike Alpha Centauri right now. A pawn with little freedom. Thus, with that in mind, he activates the orbital jump and bounces down to the surface, towering above Alpha at about thrice his height. "Hey, what's the problem here? They bothering you?" He asks, in reference to the runners. "Doesn't look like it but I could be wrong."
Lyria Mason	Lyria was a bit farther away than Bluee was. She's also slower too but here she is, is now kuist in time to see the slaughter that's going on. She does hear what they are yelling she has to wonder here these machines clearly hae something going on and Blurr's speaking she doesn't like to take sit by but she's also going to get closer to the slaughter that's gong on here. She opens a comm to Blurr. <Umm are we just going to let this keep going on here?! Cause if you won't act I will.>> She's followed by several small robots spider like really and addtionaly a lamost snake one one coliling along after her. "So you just going to butcher them is that how you do it?" The spider like units start to spead out, Lyria's already up to something
Alpha Centauri	As soon as Blurr leaves and goes to drop down, that is when Alpha Centauri picks up his IFF. Union. His connection to the databanks that the Confederacy has starts to try to gather whatever it can on Blurr as the large machine lands down and easily towers over him. Alpha Centauri does not turn to look at the larger robot, instead only walks over to the one he shot down, kneeling to fully remove the head unit. Though he observes as the other three make it inside their little complex. The information he was getting on Blurr was rather basic and caused a low rumble from the Accretian. Those gold optics peered over his won shoulder as the 'wings' on his back expanded only for a moment. "That is none of your concern, Union Ally Blurr. I am carrying out my assignment and these individuals are of Accretian concern." He reaches down about then to actually pick up the body and throw it over his large shoulder pauldrons with ease. Though for poor Lyria-- she gets flat out ignored. Perhaps cause far as he is concerned. The human got her answer along with Blurr.
Blurr	"And what concern is that?" Blurr presses further. "Are they criminals?" He demands, watching as Alpha slings the headless body over his shoulder. "Even if they are, don't they deserve some kind of a trial before they're condemned to death?"
Alpha Centauri	"They are not terminated." Alpha Centauri corrects Blurr. "They are malfunctioned." Those gold optics glance up at the larger machine, only for a moment, before he looks over to the smaller drones that Lyria seems to be using. Studying them closely. Though he would perhaps challenge Blurr and Lyria both. He has learned a few things from his previous encounters-- and including following his standing orders. Avoid conflict if possible. Which is what he is trying to do. Not that his trigger finger isn't twitchy. He would like at least a challenge. He seems to though continue to remain cryptic. Not really answering directly as to what is going on. He takes off one of the canisters and tosses it over to the head. As he walks away, a hiss is released from the canister and the head that is left over starts to melt and seemingly vanish. Leaving behind no trace or residue. "I am taking them back so they can be repaired and return to proper function of their unit." He starts to make his way over to the other one. Unless someone stops him. "That is all I am permitted to say."
Lyria Mason	Lyria Mason can not do anything fort the dead no, but the spider bots are not moving in to go after Alpha Centariu they are skulking htier way to the builing and Remota the snake like machine is soon to join, them just what is Lyria up toa nd the more the bot says? The more information on the situation but she's moving to hedge her bets if things are going the way they seem to. She's got a plan to cover them if needed but she's not making a hostile act on either end of things. She stares for a moment at them. "They said they just want to leave in peace? What kind of socity attempts to keep it's citizens there by force?" That sort of thing is very alien to her given how mixed the plates populations have got over the years on her world.
Blurr	Blurr arches an optic ridge at Alpha. "Uhh...if you don't call -that- 'terminated', I don't know what is. Why would you blow their heads off just so you can repair them again later?" He likely -knows- what Alpha is talking about, but he's just asking stupid questions to make the other mech sound stupid. Because his cryptic replies do sound awfully counterinuitive and irrational.
Alpha Centauri	"Stasis." Alpha Centauri says simply as he glares up at Blurr. "Something I would imagine you too understand given your own construction." Lyia decides to ask her own question. Though Alpha Centauri doesn't answer it-- an Accretion up in the fort does and not seeming to hide himself either by where he stands. "Simple. Because as a society, We are all gears in the Empire to run its massive engine. Everyone has its place. Everyone does its part. You do not deviate or break into what is not your designation." The Accretian crosses his arms over his chest. "You are talking to an Alpha Enforcer Class. By the looks of him and the weapons-- probably a Zero Six." Someone apparently knows their stuff. This gets Alpha Centaur to pause and slowly look in the direction of the one whom is speaking. His optics flickering as he stares at him. The Accretian on the building continues. "..and right now, the Moderator who is handling this mission is trying to decide if I should be /terminated/ or left alone for now. Weighing out how much damage I can do.. and thus, how much of a threat I am to the sanctity and order of the Empire."
Blurr	"Pfff, sounds like Cybertron a long time ago." Blurr shakes his head. "Definitely not the best place to be. If you keep this up, eventually there will be too many pissed-off rebels for you deal with at once. There'll be war. And eventually there will be nothing left for -anyone-. That's what happens when people start to hate the people who are governing them." He nods toward the others. "Trust me, I was -part- of it."
Alpha Centauri	Alpha Centauri doesn't reply to Blurr remark to the possible future of the Accretian Empire, instead he continues to follow out his orders. Those his optics are narrowed and its ease to tell he is really wanting to blast the much larger machine. Its in the body language really. He then goes to get the next one, keeping silent and doing as he did with the other. Yet the Accretian standing on the building chuckles. "I guess the Moderator decided that long as you two Union members are here-- they don't want another mess like what happened in the city a few months back." The Accretian then can be seen lowering his arms. "..Though I am not going to taunt an Enforcer. Not /him/ anyways, that would be asking for termination." He then waves his hand. "..and your better off talking to a brick wall, large one. You are looking at the best of the best. Socially speaking, its rare that the Military Castes ever become one of /us/. They are to hard wired by their education and training." He then goes to cross his arms over his chest once more as he shifts his weight. "I should know.. I was once an Analysis that worked alongside the Educators. That said.. if I was probably an Educator or a Liberian-- I probably be dead right now." Alpha Centauri slings the body over his other shoulder once he hooks the Photon rifle to his backside. His gaze moving to the Accretian who is speaking. "...you are fortunate I have my orders. Next time.. there will be no mercy." "Oh. I am sure I can count on that." The Accretian replies back with a heavy sigh.
Blurr	"Heh, sounds like me four million years ago." Blurr muses. "But hey, look at me now. Never say never!" He encourages the the one who is speaking. "Still, maybe he just needs a little more -convincing-." And by -convincing- he means blasting with the electron diffraction beam he often carries and uses as a stun weapon. In a flash, the weapon is out and he suddenly fires on Alpha, hopefully before he can shoot the rebel in the back!
Alpha Centauri	As soon has Blurr pulls out the weapon, Alpha Centauri suddenly turns around sharply and the silos on his chest open exploding out several missiles to meet the one blast. Needless to say there was a large cloud of smoke between the two. Though the next thing Blurr will be seeing is the Enforcer going straight up into the air, hitting the sound barrier and then blasting off into the skies at mach speeds. The Analysis can only match this from where he stands before he goes to slink back into the building. "The Accretian Empire has been standing for thousands of years. It is only recently did we-- well-- Singularities start to crop up. Many Accretians don't become Singularities, but those of us who do.. if we are not killed.. we are reformatted..." The Accretian then looks back to Blurr. "..and let me tell you.. its better to be dead then reformatted." Then the Accretian heads back into the building. More then likely to help the others back up things and get the heck out of dodge.
Blurr	Thousands of years? Ha! To a Cybertronian, that isn't long at all. Even Blurr is considered young by their standards, and he's four million Earth years old. But, it is harder for people who haven't been around very long to get a sense of it. He watches as Alpha takes off suddenly. Well, there's nothing like being three times the size of someone to scare them off pretty quickly. "Well, if you guys are looking for some kind of refuge from 'em, just let me know. We'd be more than happy to provide it. Not like we'd run out of room or anything." He chuckles.
Lyria Mason	Lyria Mason is also moving in now going for her pistol no and they would chrge with some sort of unknown enery wait ot ir might just be magic really. She's not sure at this point but Blurr did stop further ones and she intends to sit down and talk with the rebels perhaps there's a better place they can go as she hears how old Blurr is there's a bit of a mental error there, waith four million? How does , no she'll ask about that later for now she's lookint to Blurr. "I'd be intereste to learn more and pardon my creation the drones were moving in to act as protection if it was needed."