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//Ooc

// yikes sorry for disappearing. My test tHAT DETERMINES MY CAREER FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS Is IN 6 DAYS so I've been studying for stupid long hours and working out. I'll finish up some practices and sessions (like an hour and a half) AND ONLY THEN you can expect my presence haha. Be on soon! ✌✌✌

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Thunderhoof dove into his alt mode and began treading his way to the refinery, "There are some spotlights, I assume around the perimesis. Let's just prepare for th' worst. I'd hate for us to get into an accident. Especially don't wanna fuck up your paint job."

There's a loud bang from one of the rooms of the steel mill. Black smoke pours out from the door and Fracture stumbles out, coughing and hacking and covered in soot. Between hacks he throws a wrench into the room. Another failed attempt at making a hunk of junk into an energon converter.

The sun was barely visible over the horizon. Thunderhoof was patrolling the outskirts of the forest in his alt mode when he heard the sharp metal sharply impact other metals. A string of coughs and cursings followed afterwards. He knew who it was and what he was doing.

He transformed, sighed and let his shoulders slump, “Fracture… What in Primus’ name are ya doin’ again?”

He followed the smoke trail and called out his name and let the echoes carry his voice, “Ay yo, Fracture! Don’ tell me ya doing what I think ya doing again!”

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//Two things:

1.) SO, who doesn't mind starting a thread that consists of something bloody/angst/danger/just overall nsfw?? I was thinking of some zombie AU or along those lines! If you're interested, just hit me up in my box or tell me to intertwine that idea into our thread. 2.) I'll be off and on, mostly off because guess what! I have to study for a big test (╯︵╰,) but if anything I'll be on late tonight. I don't have much to do thank god.

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"They do, I guess. I'm just not sire if they take lightly to other mech's that don't have a clear emblem of an Autobot or Decepticon. Or just giant robots in general. Again, my apologies, your "people" didn't take too kindly to me." He shifted his weight onto one pede. "You see that bright patch over there? That's the yard. Good luck, Nexia, they're gonna ask you all kinds of dumb questions."

A space bridge portal open above the forest and Nexia comes through and crashes on the ground. "Ow..." muttered Nexia as she rubs her helm looking at the portal as it closes. Taking in her surroundings, "Welp, this is not the Great Basin Desert." Nexia then took out her datapad and went through her research again, "You think converting space bridges into a smaller scale? But, Noooo!" She continued to sit there and realizing that she was in a different universe ((You can ignore me if you want))

She was looked lost. A tourist, eh? Thunderhoof smiled as he peered through the bramble. The night was dark and she was in the middle of Decepticon grounds. Coincidence, right? Thunderhoof didn’t take it lightly. He began to approach to question her and possibly shake her of intentions, the branches snapping and breaking under his weight.

//Oh my god im so sorry, its been like a month since ive been on here and im just now getting on. feel free to ignore/hate me (/ono\)

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"Yeah, I think I will. My sensors are blind to this infection I guess. I can't tell what it's doing to my systems, other than my fueling systems." His eyes became a bit bothersome to him.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we got here. I don't what I'm lookin' at exactly, but uh, I just wanted to say hey ta someone I haven't seen in a while." Thunderhoof was never the best with giving nonthreatening greetings.

“WHERE the frag have you been?” Evac’s not entirely sure if he should be hugging the Elk or not. But he’s all too happy to see a familiar faceplate

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Thunderhoof perched on the rock staring out into the distance of the dirt road, until he hears branches shuffling. He acknowledges his presence.

He laughs at his comment on sneaking out and nods in agreement. "You ready to tear up some shit at the refinery?"

Thunderhoof grew onto Fracture's polished metal as he basked in the bright star light.

There's a loud bang from one of the rooms of the steel mill. Black smoke pours out from the door and Fracture stumbles out, coughing and hacking and covered in soot. Between hacks he throws a wrench into the room. Another failed attempt at making a hunk of junk into an energon converter.

The sun was barely visible over the horizon. Thunderhoof was patrolling the outskirts of the forest in his alt mode when he heard the sharp metal sharply impact other metals. A string of coughs and cursings followed afterwards. He knew who it was and what he was doing.

He transformed, sighed and let his shoulders slump, “Fracture… What in Primus’ name are ya doin’ again?”

He followed the smoke trail and called out his name and let the echoes carry his voice, “Ay yo, Fracture! Don’ tell me ya doing what I think ya doing again!”

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He rubbed the back of his neck and blinked, "I'm sorry that this is all happenin' to ya. I know how it feels ta be limited to one less resource..."

"City, that's easy. But the junkyard? That's a stretch. These humans love their fucking useless metal and shit so they yard is lit up at night and ya never know when someone might be patrolling. Oh and Autobots? That's most definitely a problem, if you aren't one already. They randomly patrol that area as well. So getting past and utilizing the junk stuff won't be an easy mission. You'll most definitely need help."

A space bridge portal open above the forest and Nexia comes through and crashes on the ground. "Ow..." muttered Nexia as she rubs her helm looking at the portal as it closes. Taking in her surroundings, "Welp, this is not the Great Basin Desert." Nexia then took out her datapad and went through her research again, "You think converting space bridges into a smaller scale? But, Noooo!" She continued to sit there and realizing that she was in a different universe ((You can ignore me if you want))

She was looked lost. A tourist, eh? Thunderhoof smiled as he peered through the bramble. The night was dark and she was in the middle of Decepticon grounds. Coincidence, right? Thunderhoof didn’t take it lightly. He began to approach to question her and possibly shake her of intentions, the branches snapping and breaking under his weight.

//Oh my god im so sorry, its been like a month since ive been on here and im just now getting on. feel free to ignore/hate me (/ono\)

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"Yeah, you might want to put that out. Last thing we need is to give Steelnerd another reason to come lookin' for us." He adds, looking over the purple mech's shoulder.

He smiles and winks, "Yes, sir. I'll be waiting by back road entrance for whenever ya ready."

The stars were brilliantly shining and the moon was nowhere to be seen tonight.

There's a loud bang from one of the rooms of the steel mill. Black smoke pours out from the door and Fracture stumbles out, coughing and hacking and covered in soot. Between hacks he throws a wrench into the room. Another failed attempt at making a hunk of junk into an energon converter.

The sun was barely visible over the horizon. Thunderhoof was patrolling the outskirts of the forest in his alt mode when he heard the sharp metal sharply impact other metals. A string of coughs and cursings followed afterwards. He knew who it was and what he was doing.

He transformed, sighed and let his shoulders slump, “Fracture… What in Primus’ name are ya doin’ again?”

He followed the smoke trail and called out his name and let the echoes carry his voice, “Ay yo, Fracture! Don’ tell me ya doing what I think ya doing again!”

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"Nah, its tender though. I don't if its infected or that freak's acid fragged my damn metal." Thunderhoof poked at the inside wires that were mangled. "Lately, I've been coughing up a lil' energon from time to time..."

He trailed off, theorizing whether this bite was actually infectious or not...

"Well, well, well. Look at what we got here. I don't what I'm lookin' at exactly, but uh, I just wanted to say hey ta someone I haven't seen in a while." Thunderhoof was never the best with giving nonthreatening greetings.

“WHERE the frag have you been?” Evac’s not entirely sure if he should be hugging the Elk or not. But he’s all too happy to see a familiar faceplate

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"I know, I know. Unfortunately, this planet is absolutely useless. But what I can offer you is that we jump the fences to this oil rig I found a while back. I don't know if ya know, but that place is packed with all that stuff you might need, and of course, fuel." He walked over to Fracture and place a reassuring servo on his shoulder.

"But this time let's go tonight." Thunderhoof had a flashback of his attempt to go during the day time. He never knew it was that heavily guarded.

"It's a couple klikz from here and I can back ya up." Thunderhoof's optic ridges rose and some sort a mischievous smile came upon his faceplate, "What do ya say?"

There's a loud bang from one of the rooms of the steel mill. Black smoke pours out from the door and Fracture stumbles out, coughing and hacking and covered in soot. Between hacks he throws a wrench into the room. Another failed attempt at making a hunk of junk into an energon converter.

The sun was barely visible over the horizon. Thunderhoof was patrolling the outskirts of the forest in his alt mode when he heard the sharp metal sharply impact other metals. A string of coughs and cursings followed afterwards. He knew who it was and what he was doing.

He transformed, sighed and let his shoulders slump, “Fracture… What in Primus’ name are ya doin’ again?”

He followed the smoke trail and called out his name and let the echoes carry his voice, “Ay yo, Fracture! Don’ tell me ya doing what I think ya doing again!”

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He grunted and looked up at the sky, "Ugh, its this bulky freak and he talks a lota smack about being this scientist dude. He's got a patch and covered in scars. The dude freaking bit me," Thunderhoof turned to the side to show the bite mark on his forearm, the energon ceased to leak and dried around the crevices.

He didn't think much of it. "I think I might need to see a doc pretty soon, if you ask me. It didn't hurt much when he bit me though."

"Well, well, well. Look at what we got here. I don't what I'm lookin' at exactly, but uh, I just wanted to say hey ta someone I haven't seen in a while." Thunderhoof was never the best with giving nonthreatening greetings.

“WHERE the frag have you been?” Evac’s not entirely sure if he should be hugging the Elk or not. But he’s all too happy to see a familiar faceplate

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Yikes. Primus, 'Hoof, just shut your mouth!

"Alright, alright I formally apologize for insultin' ya." He said quickly, "From where did you come from? I might be able to help ya get you back where you need to go. It'll take a while, maybe."

A space bridge portal open above the forest and Nexia comes through and crashes on the ground. "Ow..." muttered Nexia as she rubs her helm looking at the portal as it closes. Taking in her surroundings, "Welp, this is not the Great Basin Desert." Nexia then took out her datapad and went through her research again, "You think converting space bridges into a smaller scale? But, Noooo!" She continued to sit there and realizing that she was in a different universe ((You can ignore me if you want))

She was looked lost. A tourist, eh? Thunderhoof smiled as he peered through the bramble. The night was dark and she was in the middle of Decepticon grounds. Coincidence, right? Thunderhoof didn’t take it lightly. He began to approach to question her and possibly shake her of intentions, the branches snapping and breaking under his weight.

//Oh my god im so sorry, its been like a month since ive been on here and im just now getting on. feel free to ignore/hate me (/ono\)

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There's a loud bang from one of the rooms of the steel mill. Black smoke pours out from the door and Fracture stumbles out, coughing and hacking and covered in soot. Between hacks he throws a wrench into the room. Another failed attempt at making a hunk of junk into an energon converter.

The sun was barely visible over the horizon. Thunderhoof was patrolling the outskirts of the forest in his alt mode when he heard the sharp metal sharply impact other metals. A string of coughs and cursings followed afterwards. He knew who it was and what he was doing.He transformed, sighed and let his shoulders slump, "Fracture... What in Primus' name are ya doin' again?"He followed the smoke trail and called out his name and let the echoes carry his voice, "Ay yo, Fracture! Don' tell me ya doing what I think ya doing again!"

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Dammit. What is he going report back at the HQ now?

"You're on this backwash planet called Earth. Don't be thrilled. Don't try to explore it. Leave while you can." He voice grew dull as he felt trapped here, "Look, I can't have some super tall, gladiator lady walkin' around this area. Can I assist ya in any way?"

A space bridge portal open above the forest and Nexia comes through and crashes on the ground. "Ow..." muttered Nexia as she rubs her helm looking at the portal as it closes. Taking in her surroundings, "Welp, this is not the Great Basin Desert." Nexia then took out her datapad and went through her research again, "You think converting space bridges into a smaller scale? But, Noooo!" She continued to sit there and realizing that she was in a different universe ((You can ignore me if you want))

She was looked lost. A tourist, eh? Thunderhoof smiled as he peered through the bramble. The night was dark and she was in the middle of Decepticon grounds. Coincidence, right? Thunderhoof didn’t take it lightly. He began to approach to question her and possibly shake her of intentions, the branches snapping and breaking under his weight.

//Oh my god im so sorry, its been like a month since ive been on here and im just now getting on. feel free to ignore/hate me (/ono\)

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"Oh, yeah? So no casuals? I'm surprised. Your humans seem attracted to accidents," he laughed but thought that Evac might be offend and let his laugh die.

He hung his servos over his antlers and shifted his weight onto one pede. "I've got into a bit of a twist with someone named Breakdown, but what's new, eh? Haha. You ever heard of 'em?"

"Well, well, well. Look at what we got here. I don't what I'm lookin' at exactly, but uh, I just wanted to say hey ta someone I haven't seen in a while." Thunderhoof was never the best with giving nonthreatening greetings.

“WHERE the frag have you been?” Evac’s not entirely sure if he should be hugging the Elk or not. But he’s all too happy to see a familiar faceplate

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He stepped forward and pointed an aggressive digit at her and demanded, "Right after you tells me what business you got doing here. What's ya mission, huh?"

He needed to keep things tight so the other 'cons won't rip her for tomorrow's dinner scraps.

A space bridge portal open above the forest and Nexia comes through and crashes on the ground. "Ow..." muttered Nexia as she rubs her helm looking at the portal as it closes. Taking in her surroundings, "Welp, this is not the Great Basin Desert." Nexia then took out her datapad and went through her research again, "You think converting space bridges into a smaller scale? But, Noooo!" She continued to sit there and realizing that she was in a different universe ((You can ignore me if you want))

She was looked lost. A tourist, eh? Thunderhoof smiled as he peered through the bramble. The night was dark and she was in the middle of Decepticon grounds. Coincidence, right? Thunderhoof didn’t take it lightly. He began to approach to question her and possibly shake her of intentions, the branches snapping and breaking under his weight.

//Oh my god im so sorry, its been like a month since ive been on here and im just now getting on. feel free to ignore/hate me (/ono\)