Hey there. The name's High Voltage, but my friends just call me "Volt." ...Well, if I had friends, anyway. ...Heh. Findin' friends is pretty hard when you're a Decepticon arms dealer. ...Well, former Decepticon arms dealer. Pretty sure the DJD's got me on their hit list, so I've been layin' low for quite some time. Here's hopin' my past doesn't catch up with me. In the meantime, I've been tryin' to learn how to build things other than weapons--y'know, always good to expand your horizons. Got an interestin' enough commission and I just might take ya up on that offer.[[Independent OC blog for High Voltage. Loosely based on the MTMTE/RID/IDW universe(s). Will interact with any character from any fandom! Please read the RP Rules page.]][[May contain NSFW material, which will be tagged as such.]]Main RP Blog (weallscreamforstarscream)
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"I won't touch ya, if that's what'cha want," Volt answered, continuing to move forward slowly, and he hooked the tracker to his hip and held up his hands, so once the other caught sight of him, he would see he was unarmed and had no intention to attack. "Not wantin' my spark ripped out, obviously."
This was followed by an uneasy chuckle. The situation was indeed intense, but he had to make the best of it.
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As the other bot emerged from his hidey-hole, Volt could see that the other was walking at an angle from him, and he leaned his helm to the side curiously.
Could he really not see him...?
The damage seemed indeed extensive--superficially and, as it seemed, internally.
"Look, I'm gonna come on over to you. Now don't you panic when I approach, okay? Just be calm," he said coolly, beginning to head in the direction of the other mech--very slowly, very steadily.
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so i saw this gif while listening to this song and
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And now Volt could see the other more clearly now, and indeed, he was dented all to the Pit. He frowned, though, at the question.
"Real tricky one to answer, that," he stated. "Look, let's just say I don't wanna be affiliated with either at the moment. And yeah, not gonna lie, I got the old insignia still on me, but for reasons I don't even understand, I haven't burnt it off yet.
"I know that makes me a dirty NAIL or whatever, but just so y'know, I'm not here huntin' anyone down. So c'mon, now, calm down and lemme see you."
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He had been making his way through the rubble--over toward the voice--and eventually he could see just a bit of the bot he was talking to, turned away from him and still quite far away.
Indeed, whoever this was, from what Volt could see, it like he had been torn up.
"Look, I wanna help you out, but if you'd rather me push off 'n' leave ya be, I will," he stated. "But just so y'know, I got a ship, and supplies onboard that I could use to help ya out."
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"Whoa whoa," Volt said calmly, and though he knew he probably wasn't seen by the other, he made the "calm down" motions with his servos. "Look now, take it easy. I came by thinkin' I might be able to find some customers on this planet, found a lone signal, and figured it might be a bot in trouble. 'M'not here to antagonize."
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Suddenly the signal popped back on, and Volt turned his helm in the direction of a gigantic crumbling structure, and began heading that way.
He thought his audials picked up a very faint noise--something that wasn't coming from his tracker and the sound of the rubble crunching underpede.
He decided once again to try and reach out to whoever might be there.
"Hey, c'mon out. I'm not gonna hurt'cha. I'm here to help," he called out as he continued his leisurely gait. "Well... if ya need help, anyway. ...But still, y'know, I'm friendly."
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Eventually Volt reached his destination. He could tell that this city had long-since been abandoned, judging by the dilapidated structures and collapsing buildings surrounding the area. As he stepped out of the Blade, he kept a close optic on the small signature emanating from his hand-held tracker.
It seemed like he was getting closer, but then suddenly the signal began to fade a bit. He frowned, tapping the side of the tracker, before the blipping completely faded.
But that wasn't about to stop him from finding whatever it was that was here.
He knew it was a rather bold move, but he decided to call out, "Hello? Someone out here?"
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Volt had been traveling for what had felt like ages. He had encountered neither Con nor Bot since maybe a light year or so back, and he was glad to be away from that whole mess. (Very dreadful small planet, he came across some Bot berating a Con for "getting out of line." Having the insignia on and seeing that that was no place to bare his wares, he thought it best to evacuate real fast.)
So here he was, floating out in the vastness, just him and the good ol' Blade.
But his scanners signaled him that he was fast approaching a new solar system, and he examined the information displayed. A sun (rather small when compared to others he had come across), and a series of nine planets (maybe eight? He wasn't certain about that last one). Only one of them appeared habitable.
He smiled to himself. Maybe things were looking up.
He tilted the Blade down, his trajectory set for the tiny blue and green planet, and hoped to pinpoint a familiar signal. Hopefully Cybertronians had come to this planet, since it seemed to look so very promising. Probably covered in all kinds of organic matter, but with that kind of setting, he imagined some bots might think of the place as rather comfy.
The scanners worked over the surface; so far, nothing. But then a blip. Very faint, very sketchy, but it was nonetheless Cybertronian. Enhancing the image on the screen, the area from whence the signal had come appeared to be very dark, very dismal--hardly a place where someone would take up residence.
Maybe a trap...?
Or maybe someone in trouble...?
...Well, Volt would find out soon enough.
Setting the course, he flew down towards his destination.
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Yeah, sometimes I didn't have much of a choice, since mosta the time I'm floatin' out in the middle of space, and when I touch down, I'm barely runnin' on anythin'. These were usually passin' affairs, mind ya--I'd never settle with somethin' so meager so permanently.
Eh, I know that feelin'. You jus' gimme a ping if anythin' comes up.
keepstartingfires wants to trade
You’ve accepted 75-25 exchanges? How ever did you survive on so little?
Hmm, nothing at the moment that I don’t already have covered. Things have been rather… quiet.
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Trust me, I know what I'm doin' when it comes to fire.
[A confident smirk.]
And that sounds fair enough. Glad you're willin' to be so generous. I've had partners who've wanted to do that 75-25 slag.
Got anythin' I need to start forgin', or are we at a stand-still for the time bein'?
keepstartingfires wants to trade
«*PING!*»
«new contact request: keepstartingfires»
«…»
«request accepted»
Heh, fire starter are ya? Or do you just have a fascination with them?
By the way, I’m Rogue. How can I help you?
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Huh, weird, you kinda remind me of someone I've met before...
Meh, probably just my imagination.
Anyway, naw, I don't really start 'em--just happen to be rather... involved in 'em, if ya know what I mean.
But enough of my blabberin'. The name's Volt. Pleased to meet'cha, Rogue.
I happen to see you're a "dealer" of some kind. I sorta am, too. So maybe you 'n' me could work somethin' out. I happen to make a lotta stuff, and maybe we could set up some kinda... partnership?
If you're interested, that is.
keepstartingfires wants to trade
«*PING!*»
«new contact request: keepstartingfires»
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«request accepted»
Heh, fire starter are ya? Or do you just have a fascination with them?
By the way, I’m Rogue. How can I help you?
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I hear you loud and clear. Thankfully, no, this particular Soundwave is very close to Megatron. In fact, he's quite literally abandoned his Megatron in favor of another. So I doubt your history will bother him much. You're kindred spirits, in a sense.
Ah, well then, that’s good to hear. Go on and deliver it to him, if he’s at all interested. I’ll be happy to hear what he thinks of it.
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Hewo ^w^
Uh… hey there, you.
What, uh… what happened?
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But of course. It would be unfair of me to keep all the spoils to myself. No guarantee there will be anything though. One can only guess how Soundwave will react to a musical instrument.
That’s fine but, uh… Soundwave, ya say?
This one as close to Megatron as most’a the others…? ‘Cuz I, uh… I’m tryin’ to stray from the lines of sight of the more… loyal variety of Decepticon, ya get me?
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Well, where I come from, the war is over too, but I don't know nothin' 'bout any "Maximal Guards." Maybe I can help ya find someone else from your own universe, 'cuz I gotta tell ya, I don't think I could help ya out personally.
"From a universe where our current time is 300 deca-cycles following the Great War. I entered a faulty Space Bridge on my Cybertron to escape some Maximal Guards."
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