And now we're making a Beast Wars Role Play!

[laughingwarlock]

Trumpets blared in a traditional grand and symphonic fashion as a group of maximals entered a crowded waiting room with an old TV that had just started airing the six o clock news. They could smell the tension as soon as they passed through the door. Everyone’s attention was half on the TV and half on the person sitting next to them. Of course,

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[laughingwarlock]

Name: Nocturnus

Close Range: Bladed Metal Hooks
Long Range: Shotgun
Accessory: Flight

Physical Appearance: Two small curved hors upon his head, large eyes, and a hooked beak distinguish his face from most robots immediately. His wings fold out from his back like a B-2 stealth bomber, which suits his specialization in stealth and night operations. His coloration is a mixture of a lot of black and brown. He carries a total of eight curved bladed hooks, four sheathed on each leg.

Background: Growing up as a nerdy robot student with a love of philosophy and history, Nocturnus eventually took an interest in communication technology and hoped to pay his way through college level programming by enlisting in the Cybertron military. However, basic training camp changed him and he’s been in the military ever since.

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[laughingwarlock]

Name: Tuskonator

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[dark_eristis]

A robot would reveal himself into the light. "yo, Bitches, and Commander of course", with this he would give an awarkward salute. "My name is simple so all you Pred-a-bitchs better remember it Kw'it'skiwish (Linon for later). My weaponry is all costom, and will blow your little minds." With this he would pull out a Tactical Sniper Rifle. "This is a .55mm Caliber Sniper rifle. It would blow the little head off some bitch Predicons like yourselves easy." He would put that weapon away, and pull out a sword, wich seemed to glow in the darkened room. "And this is my Sword. It's my baby project. Little pred-a-bitchs like you wouldn't want to cross this shit." At this point Kw (or Linon) would put the weapons away and face Optimus Primal. "I am the tactical and weapon's master in this little warband. No one else here looks to have the Qualifacation. So now I ask you, sir. Why are we here, and why are those bitc... predacons, here with us?"

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[laughingwarlock]

Optimus Primal stood aghast at the soldiers’ utter lack of formality. He had maintained command over several military units, kept control over his troops when they were stranded on an alien planet, and managed to keep his head when time itself was under attack. Yet he had never seen someone deviate that much from military conduct in an official briefing…ever

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[laughingwarlock]

Tuskanator would firmly stand up. "Optimus sir." "I realize there is high maximal predacon tension right now." "However, I believe we should cease the reckless name calling and proceed on with the debriefing." "Until both sides can comply with one another, I fear the worst." "My father once told me....there is NO way to peace....peace is the way." "So, fearless leader, simply tell me where to go, and i shall follow, thank you."

As for you....linon, i believe i should tell you that your confidence may lead to your following. "Once the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will truly know peace, no sooner." "Thank you....now let us begin."

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[laughingwarlock]

“Erm…. thank you, Tuskinator. That was well put.” Optimus Primal said awkwardly

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[laughingwarlock]

Optimus Primal pressed a button under his desk, allowing the door they entered in to slide open. "And there you go. You'll find additional mission briefings and directions to the ship you'll be using outside. Dismissed."

After the soldiers shuffled out of the room and the door closed behind them, Optimus Primal opened up a large can of liquid energon, took a long hard gulp before saying "Yeah, that's going to go just fine."