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#2011-10-07 08:51:46, as written by Awinita

The rumble of a diesel engine was heard as several trucks rumbled along a off road track course nearby, one of them, a dirty black two door humvee rumbled through a bog of mud, the older man within the truck moved the wheel expertly. Pulling through the bog of mud with seeming ease. And then procceeded to pull two more trucks out of said muck. Thunderstrike, known to the other drivers as Thundarious Stryker, Was a kindly looking man with bright red eyes. But there was something about the man that set him off from those of his fellows. The truck he drove was only one thing that set him apart. Under that seemingly exterior of a Humvee, was the heart and spark of a Child of Primus. Charged with a difficult task. But a task he was so far the only one able to properly complete. So far.

At the next stop zone Thundarious stepped out of his cab and watched the rest of the trucks file through the box in good shape. One truck pulled through by a fellow as the Seeker watched carefully, making sure the m en did it as instructed as to not damage their own trucks. The day was good.

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#2011-10-07 09:11:52, as written by Awinita

It was just the basic offroading group, and yet one of the drivers picked up two othersn ear to the area, the first he was unable to see, the second he heard the air movement and looked upwards curiously, seeing naught but a single bird high above. The Humvee driver turned his gaze back to the other drivers, two Dosge Rams were pulled from the muck track, and two Jeeps easily plowed their way through, the only other Hummer was a H3 SUT, the driver however ended uo getting pulled out of the much like the two Dosge Rams. Thunderstrike smirked. His black two door hardtop frame sat nearby, its engine idling. He went back towards it to turn it off.

The offroad outing was finished as the road was just on the otherwide of the field. The man then turned and spoke with the other drivers, two of them had a map out on the hood of one of the dirty white jeeps.Of the hight drivers, three of them made it through the muck track easily. the rest needed to be towed. After much deliberation, The other drivers agreed to split up and head back to town to get some food, and their trucks washed before their wives got home. Leaving Thunderstrike alone with his own truck, parked on a ridge overlooking the river, and the nearby muck track the other drivers and he had gone through. A good day indeed. Thunderstrike then turned and headed into the woods, his sensors locating someone a few paces away.

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#2011-10-07 09:32:29, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike felt himself get scanned by something above, Slag! Fell for it again! The Ancient Seeker thought, he analysed the scan result that he received on his vision sensors. the Unit halted for but a moment and turned his gaze towards the approaching person to the bluff. A fast scan of his own was soon completed and the Unit smiled thinly before turning and nearly colliding with the other person, the same person within the woods he had set off simply to meet. So far, two weeks outside of town, and not much had happened, though what had startled him was the arrival of a strangely familar signal. The person Thunderstrike came into contact with turned and scampered off without a wood. Maybe he imagined it. No, not possible. Cybertronians were not able to truly mimic that of the humans or other races they came across. He turned towards his truck and also t othe other that was advancing towards it. "Is there something I can help you with ?" the supposed artefical asked. His lumicent red eyes unblinking as they watched Lukas carefully..

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#2011-10-07 09:54:21, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike didn't flinch as he evenly stared back with unblinking lumicent red eyes, the Ancient Seeker Had seen many things in his life time, but nothing like this planet. The older appearing man seemed indifferent to the sudden arrival of many birds. Half tempted to fire upon them with his lightning pistol in his left wrist. But he stayed his hand, instead looking from the birds to the man nearby, who had halted, at least he apepared to be a man. His helmet was off. Turning his gaze back to the birds, Thunderstrike did a quick sensor scan of them. trying to make sense of what they were. Nothing other then crows. Strange. a flock of them.

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#2011-10-07 10:20:29, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike stood calmly as he watchedm, and listened to the birds, it was not often that the former Decepticon was scared of anything, annoyed of some things, like Megatron, and the Fallen, both of them big egolistical jerks. Though sometimes he could see the point that Starscream tried to make when he led for a short time. But even then Thunderstrike never really did listen to the younger 'Con. The Man went to the mudcovered black two door hummer. He had seen stranger, but not this strange, He turned his gaze back to the largest of the birds. Something poked at him that this bird was the leader of this motely group. Well, He'd fly off, but then again. He didn't want the world to know he was there.... yet. He said nothing, waiting in silence.

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#2011-10-07 10:44:22, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike spoke up then seeing the birds fly off, leaving a man in their wake, "Some people know how to put on a flashy appearance." He said somewhat stoicly. He said placing a hand on the door of his truck and opening it without a sound. Well oiled hinges worked wonders. He then spoke to the young appearing fellow, "Something I can help you with ?" There was nothing on the guy marking him anything he was to fear. It was hard to get him to fear anything. though he was slightly unnerved, he had hidden the Matrix about an hour, straight down, from this place.

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#2011-10-07 10:49:35, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike Smiled thinly seeing t he man shake his head and leave, allowing the man to get into his truck, with a rumble the Hummer roared to life and the man left the area, spraing mud and dirt in all directions as he hit the gas to leave the area as quickly as he was able.

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#2011-10-14 06:13:59, as written by Awinita

From outside the bar the throaty rumble of a diesel engine was heard as a black pickup truck rumbled past the front door of the bar as it closed behind Randin. A moment later and the engine died, a older appearing man stepped out of the Hummer H1 and headed into Gambits. 'Thundarious Stryker' was dressed in his preffered testing clothing, beaten brown pants with oilstains, a grease stained white shirt, and a pair of black sunglasses. The red eyed old apeparing man looked in good health and appeared to be no pushover. {'So this is the place that Wheelie says has the best grease in t he City, that claim better live up to it'} the man thought as he entered the bar and went towoards the counter. His sensors picking up several people, one of them labeled as {"Kaye, Randin, D. ; Lawman, Friendly"} as he noticed the trenchcoated man nearby. {'Intersting place...'} Thunderstrike's Unit thought to himself as he stepped to the counter and orodered a glass of 10w45 motor oil with a dash of deep fryer grease. though he called it aloud in english "Black coffee with a dash of honey"

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#2011-10-14 06:34:26, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike turned his gaze slightly to the one that spoke towards him, "I'll try anything once." Thundarious replied with a slight smile. He nodded, "That's mine." He said, about to call it his 'better half' when it was actually himself. He'd just come from a test flight with some 'student drivers' for the new SA-2 series Samson aircraft that Underlund was making, they had comissioned him to oversee the factory since it was on his personal property to begin with. "Been driving a Hummer for the better part of thirty years." He said as his 'coffee' arrived. "Why you want one ?" He asked, his voice was deep, like a bass sounding tone to it. With a hint of slightly on edge undertone to it as well. Policemen asking questions about his 'ride' "Think I know where I can get you one right off the assembly line" He said as an afterthought, he fpound himself liking this cop. Seemed a good man, a question asker. But also a hardnosed cop. Though something told Thunderstrike to tread carefully. And try not ot give the poor man a heart attack if he asked for a test ride in his truck

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#2011-10-17 00:04:57, as written by Awinita

The rumble of a diesel engine was heard outside as a black four door slantback Humvee rumbled past the front of the bar, a screeching halt was heart followed almost right away by swearing as two men stepped out, one of them a taller football player like fellow with dreadlocks in his black hair, the other, an older mostly balding man with gray hair in places, both men had lumicent red eyes and yet both seemed in a good mood. "Duke, you drive like an old woman", Thunderstrike had left his frame, in his flier altmode, at the 'house' and rode with Dukeduk, his head of security

"Oh stuff it, Srtyke, I'm not the one that skywrites." Came the retort, at least both had humor. Both men entered Gambits then, the older appearing man was dressed in stained black pants, and a grease stained white shirt, the other man had a brown tanktop on, cybertronian tattoos on his shoulders and upper arms. "You sure that copper's around ?" Dukeduk, the dreadlocked man, asked his fellow

"He better be, or this will be a short stay at this dump." Thunderstrike replied before noticing first and formost the car outside, An energon reading was noted, there must be another of them there, like Swallowtail. "Have any of your men located Downshift ?"

"No" Dukeduk replied as the two found a table and sat, "We did however find Hellfire, we kept our distance though. He's got two Big Boys with him." Well, that wasn't good. Thunderstrike thought, he looked around the bar and noticed one other man there at the moment. Once again his vision scrolled a Energon notice once again.

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#2011-10-17 00:30:20, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike noticed as did his fellow, one of the few things he noticed first and formost was that the only other person in the bar, that was tangible at least, aside from himself and Dukeduk, was another Cybertronian of some sort. With a barely decernible shake of his head, Thunderstrike kept Dukeduk in his seat, the hardlight hologram of the dreadlocked man rolled his eyes as he watched BlackStreak nearby. Well this was interesting, a Cybertronian who smoked, strange indeed. "Have you seen him before ?" The older man asked his fellow

Dukeduk took a hard look, seemingly scanning Blackstreak, and shook his head before nodding it, "Briefly, Derthin spotted his car for a breif few seconds when that transmission was sent over the radio signals a few months ago."

"You did not think to halt him when he got too close to the landing sites ?" Thunderstrike pressed

"He was far enough away ot not be a bother. I was more worried about the Predicons at the time." Dukeduk admitted. More focused on natural Cybertronian predators then anything else. scary indeed.

Thunderstrike was quiet for a moment then before speaking, "Have the enforcers patrol the Samson Arena in thirds, 12 hour shifts. Any tresspassers I want detained and sent to my office. No injuring anyone" Dukeduk nodded, the order was sent off as The two men went back to silently watching BlackStreak, Thunderstrike, an older appearing man, clearly curious to the others presence.

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#2011-10-17 00:46:47, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike held up a glass of honey colored fluid, "The coffee" He said, though he never actually drank the stuff, it was actually 10w45 motor oil, the dreadlocked man had nothing ordered for him, he just watched Blackstreak carefully. "Well we were not exactly expecting company of another of home." He said calmly, the older appearing man was in great shape, he looked to be in his late sixties to early seventies. "Never the less is it good to see one from home aside from those that hopefully got my message." He said, meaning a certain Mustang "Tell ,me, is that war still going on ?" Thunderstrike asked, he'd been traveling so much with the Dreads under his command that he'd been away from Cybertron for many many years.

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#2011-10-17 01:05:24, as written by Awinita

The pair traded looks before the older appearing man shook his head, "Nither nor are we mercs, Name's Thunderstrike, This Duke, my general. I'm a Seeker, though what I'm seeking is more of a matter of proper protection for a certain Mustang known to you." He said, Dukeduk said nothing, keeping watch, calmly at that. He could be classed as a merc. But the mention of a certain birdy had him curious. However Thunderstrike answered, "You know that Sweet Sparkling too ?" Thunderstrike asked out of the blue. He had also helped Swallowtail on occasion. The spacepillars were very useful when they were needed.

After a minute of quiet he then asked, "Who's winning ?" He meant in the war, if the Cybertronians had come to Terra, then things must be getting too hot to handle at Cybertron. And he only had a control pillar and four spacepillars for himself to use. And also three dozen Dreads

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#2011-10-17 01:28:11, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike wanted to snicker, but it was a bit of a job not to do just that. Keeping the 'Cons in check. well, the war was still going strong. It had been about fourty years or so since he last sent anything to Swallowtail. He nodded, That was the Mustang alright. "I mentioned before that I am a seeker, formerly a Decepticon, I defected to nuetrality to keep an eye on Duke and his fellows here when Pirma kicked the slagheap." He said, He sought to keep Swallowtail and the other younger 'bots safe. No matter the cost

"Since then we've bene traversing the stars, recently arrived here and started up a small company south of the city. Been looking for Swallowtail's sisters to knock some sense into her spark." He shook his head, Downshift and Swallowtail, when he had first met them, were good young sparkling twins. But Downshift had been approached by Starscream to join the 'Cons, and it was that event that drew Thunderstrike into protecting Swallowtail at the time, having sent a messege to Ironhide and Ratchet at the time as well to thwart a Decepticon slaughter.

He sighed then taking a sip of his drink, "So... the 'Cons finally tried another planet, funny I should arrive here too." He muttered. Either way, the war was basically on his doorsteps, There was no way to really avoid it now. "A few hours ago there was some big stuff going on north of town, even east town has some big stuff happening, massive sinkhole in Eastown, a few dozen flares going up north of town as if someone were having a major party or the like happening... " He shook his head, "'Cons must be bored." He surmised

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#2011-10-17 01:45:06, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike snickered then, "Ear chewed out ? doubt it, Swallowtail is more focused on keeping her human safe apparently." He said He thought Swallowtail might have something to do with that sinkhole, nearly a Terran mile in a circle. a massive thing. The only weapon that could cause that was a sesimic charge.... Or Impact fooling around with the things.... A normal Sesimic Charge didn't give that kind of bang. At least his didn't.

He shook his head at the artefact question, "Nope, not seeking anything to turn the planet inside out. Yet." He said, "Been mostly looking for our little Mustang's sister Downshift, heard she joined ranks with the 'Cons several years ago, one of the first things she tried was to kill her own sister when she refused to join up. Since then I've been looking for that elusive Sparkling to teach her some manners. Duke and his fellows are here only because they follow orders very well" That and the three dozen Dreads with him were scared slagless of him due to his brutal yet effcient tempermental ways of killing those that disobeyed his orders

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#2011-10-17 01:59:50, as written by Awinita

Thunderstrike watched as Blackstreak turned stood, and said his farewell, Nodding in return the two men watched the other leave the bar, nither of them speaking until the man left, However it was Dukeduk that spoke up first, "So that is who the FPV belonged..." Thunderstrike was nodding, "You think that Sparkling is on this planet somewhere ?" Dukeduk asked, he remembered that battle, he had ordered his fellow Dreads to keep their distance and let the normal 'Cons, the hunters, do the fighting. He was scared of Ratchet, what that guy coiuld do with a medical appendage scared the salg clean out of him.

"I want two of the Dreads to search the city, block by block, mark in red where they have searched on the wireframe map system, if any sites of where Downshifts signature appears, mark it in brilliant white with a green circle. Last I knew Downshift had taken on the appearance of some type of city officals car. But which one I ido not know." The two men then stood up and made their way outside to leave, The pair went to the o nly Humvee in the parking lot and got in. Minutesl ater they left the bar area.

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#2011-10-21 21:11:18, as written by Awinita

The property was massive, 2,300 acres, and in the northern portion of them assive space was the assembly plant, and also a massive runway, among toher things. Dozens of black Humvees patroled the property border, two were always on station at the main gate, the only true entry way to the former airport, now made into the home of a former General of some sort, and also the home of a new line of Underlundian helicopter craft.

The two Dreads at the gate weren't expecting visitors that day, nor were they expecting tresspassers. The orders they recived were to bring any tresspassers they found to Thunderstrike himself, unharmed. And if any where to come by the maingate, direct them to the main office of the property. two massive structors, hangers most likely, were also seen. The two Dreads, ChinChin, and Nith used their hardlight holograms to make it appear as if there were humans at the guardgate. Those that worked at the assembly plant passed their ID codec through a scanner, and if it failed inspection, they were sent away. Now if a guest were to arrive, they'd be given a pass good for a few hours. Which to a Dread, was normally three human minutes. though sometimes if the guy had good reason to arrive, they'd give leeway, or an escort.

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#2011-10-21 21:41:26, as written by Awinita

Chinchin easily scanned the ID card as it was shown to him, TIB, he neverh eard o f them before. Without a word though over a secure channel to his fellow, the gate was opened, it slid in two directions and also down into the ground, level with the pavement surface, the thermacrete brand new. six meter tall fence of some strange blueish metal. "Step off the single tread transport please" said a gruff voice, it was Chinchin who spoke, He didn't like motorcyles, they could go where he couldn't... unless he blew up stuff in his path. "An escort will be provided for you."

Within one of the two massive hangarlike structures a man was at a security station, No words were spoken as another man approached and saw who was trying ot gain entry, A smirk appeared on the man's face, He nodded, An unsaid order was given, Chinchin was to drive the fellow to the main office, Nith was to guard the gate, Dukeduk would join Nith in Chinchin's place.

Thunderstrike was wondering what had kept the local government from looking into his operation. So far, it had taken them two weeks since he started, the Assembly plant had been in full production of the new SA-2 series for the Empire, and two fully platoons of the heilcopter gunships had been shipped already. It was merely a matter of time before the TIB got wind of them, doubtless they wondered what went on there, all that security for one thing. Heck two of those same slantback Humvees were driving everywhere in the City already, And those two rose many concerns in the city, mostly because they were driverless

For a factory of helicopter,s it was strangely very quiet where the people where

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#2011-10-21 21:58:50, as written by Awinita

ChinChin, for the most part said very little to almost nothing, "General Stryker will speak with you." Was all he said, the purr of the turbo diesel engine of the Humvee was soon the only sound as ChinChin pulled onto a lane imprinted into the thermacrete runway. White and bronze lines in the surface marked where the roadway was. Moments passed in quiet as ChinChin pulled up towards a opening Hangar door. The massive door opened to ten feet wide, then to twelve, then fiveteen before it halted and started to close as ChinChin pulled the Humvee cleanly into the now brightly lit hangar. Dozens of brand new twin ductvent Helicopters were on one side. One of them being checked over by clearly workers from Wing City, or elsewhere. No words were spoken between the taller darkhaired football player like men however as ChinChin pulled into a parking space imprinted on the thermacrete floor. As he pulled in, a similar Hummer backed out of the ajcent space, only the one that pulled out was a larger model, longer, a station wagon type.

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