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Post by shadowfang on Jul 3, 2009 16:40:42 GMT -5
The black femme smirked at the two, she looked forward to showing the skill and prowous that could only come from one that was a Knight. "Of course, comrades. I wouldn't deny thee a chance to sample the skills of a Decepticon Knight." She stated both to Darkshot and Firebolt. The Dragon was well aware that it could be a ploy to try and see her weaknesses and exploit them if they ever wished to betray her, but it also wouldn't do to see traitors in every corners. Thinking such was a coward's way, not a Knight's.
The Knight turned as the sound of something caught her Audio recepters, but as she turnned there stood another Dragon in with they seemed to bump into one another. The Six Winged dragon knew instinctively that this must me the rumored three headed dragon with the name of 'Prime'. As the mech snarled, Shadowfang's optics dimmed with a sense of distrust and suspicion. She said nothing just as he had, her optics carefully studying this mech until he'd spoke to Zypher, that is. "A coincidancy, I was just offering thy young Lord and Lady WarMonger to do just that. Lord...?" Shadowfang both stated and asked, though she was sure she knew whom this mech was, the knight didn't like assuming until she'd seen things for herself. Besides, formalities were a part of her Knightly code.
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Post by WarMonger on Jul 3, 2009 17:01:37 GMT -5
WarMonger watched Nephthys, eyes unreadable under her visor. She still wasn't sure what to think of him, but she knew she didn't like him.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 3, 2009 17:46:16 GMT -5
Nephthys frowned and snorted at the female dragon, careful to not breathe any of his misty frost breath. When it came down to the opposite gender of his species as adults, he found it rather displeasing to his taste. He rather not be spending the majority of his time hanging around the base with those that did not have slight hint of sanity in them. This one did not have an updated vocal processor nor did she have his kind of size and strength. "Nephthys Prime," he answered simply as he lowered his head a bit to acknowledge his own greeting. "And to whom am I meeting that wishes to takeover the duty I had taken for myself with the permission of Megatron himself?" Nephthys shifted his weight a bit to get himself in a more comfortable position as he glanced over at Zypher and then back at the femme who stood in his way of what he had in mind for the small creature that called itself Megatron's pitspawn.
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Post by shadowfang on Jul 3, 2009 18:52:25 GMT -5
"Shadowfang, loyal Decepticon knight of the old ways." The female stated flatly. She was not intimidated by the size or his strength, though she gave begrudging respect to it. "And I do this as it is what my Prince wishes." The six winged dragon stated simply as if it were as simple as that. "When I have spoken to our liege I plan to make a formal request on the matter, until then, I'd not rob you of thine private training, but What I'd had in mine was more... casual, training." The knight stated, picking her words carefully. She was no droid brained fool, and would not be baited into seeming disloyal.
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Post by Davidm17 on Jul 3, 2009 18:54:17 GMT -5
"I think I'll go and practice my sword skills with my training data pad pleasure to meet you nephthys prime"Firebolt said giving a salute and strolled down the hall to find a spot outside the base to start the training program.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 3, 2009 19:42:48 GMT -5
Nephthys rolled his optics at Firebolt and then sent a dangerous glare towards Shadowfang. He took a step forward until his main head was just inches away from her own while the other two wisely kept themselves back to allow him more room. He would not be put off for what he had in store for Zypher's training, and there was no way in the Universe was he going to let her step in. He did not trust her with Zypher and it was not because he feared for her safety, but because he felt a little threatened by Shadowfang's request to Megatron. Him? Nephthys Prime? Fearing for Zypher's safety? He really must be getting too soft for his own good. Of course... that was why he had offered to train the little pitspawn... He trusted no one when it came down to who Zypher approached, sure Starscream counted as one of the few because he had saved her life in the past, but this dragon? Absolutely not! "Unfortunately for you, femme," he growled, "my word is final on Zypher's behalf. My training with her will be more severe and will be every single day. She will go through the exact same things that I went through to become the warrior I am today. A few months of training since my existance was all it took and I will not be put off by some simple, outdated femme who thinks they can just waltz into this base and do what they please." He lowered his head, his dragonic lips curling into a snarl that showed he meant business. He felt his thick legs shake beneath his armour, but he refused to show that he was getting into a tight spot. If it was a fight the femme wanted, then it was fight she would get. His temper was flaring and there was no way he was going to back down. Nephthys was aware that his negative emotions were seething through the link that connected him to both Optimus and Spiritimus and was probably making them have a few little seizures. However, the worse his temper flared, the worse the seizures would become, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the femme that was standing in front of him. "Do you honestly think that Megatron would let you train his little sparkling?" His breath now completely mistified and freezing from the icy glands that lay at the back of his mouth. He didn't care if he was creating frost or even bringing up a storm. The fact that his normally calm tone was beginning to grow lower and lower with each word he spoke. A danger that his temper was going to soar out of control. "I think not."
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Post by shadowfang on Jul 3, 2009 20:19:23 GMT -5
It seemed the more Nephthys was loosing his cool, the more Shadowfang remained calm. "And does thou train young Zypher in the ways of honor and skillful combat? I doubt not your abilities as a warrior, but yon prince has shown an interest in the old ways and the Knighthood." The six winged dragon stated, with more interest than malice. "I would not disrespect our leader's decision nor, his command as ye so imply." She stated slightly agitated, she didn't care if she was veiwed as outdated, but to think she'd had such little regard or respect for the decepticons was enough to make the femme start loosing her own cool.
"Perhaps and Perhaps not. It is not my decision to make, but I will ask as it be what my prince wants." The knight stated loyally. Her knight's code would not permit her to deny Zypher's request of her, nor would it permit her to back down if Nephthys challenged her to combat.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 3, 2009 21:01:18 GMT -5
Nephthys snorted and spat a small amount of venom from his right head that landed a mere human inch from Shadowfang's foot. The puddle hissed for a moment and started eating away at the floor, leaving nothing behind but a small hole in its wake. "And if you want to train the sparkling, my friend," his voice dripping with venom, "I will not tolerate it. What you say will not be possible. No matter how much you want to train her in the out of date ways or how much Zypher wants it, it will not come to be. What is said is said. If the little tyke wants her vocal processor readjusted to fit its owner according to her age then that will only happen if I train her up." By then, his lips were now much more than just pulled back into a scowl, they had pulled back so far that his teeth were showing as clear as daylight, revealing them to be like the serrated teeth of a saw. "Unfortunately for you, femme," he continued when he sensed that he had hit a nerve, "your asking will fall on deaf audio receptors. Megatron's choice is final. Your so-called honour is low and expendable. It will be the downfall of you and of Zypher. If she learnt about honour, she would become like you and Megatron will not tolerate failures. Under my guidance, such a thing will not occur. You do not need Decepticon honour nor do you need that kind of skill. You need brute force, a tactical mind, and way to expose your opponents, just like how I'm figuring out yours by seeing the way how you twitch when I threaten your own honour." He leaned forward until he was leering in Shadowfang's face. "This is war, femme," he hissed. "There is no room for honour nor is there room for femmes on this Decepticon team that depend on past things such as ancient fighting skills that are nothing compared to today's skills."
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Post by shadowfang on Jul 3, 2009 21:43:36 GMT -5
"You will not tolerate it? T'were it your choice to make, I would respect that, but you do not command the Decepticons." The black femme bit back, her own anger rising. Pandora had been correct, this one had no honor and likely nor loyalty ether. At least he was dedicated to training Zypher, which the smaller dragon could respect. "Hold thy tongue, knave. Honor is nothing to be scoffed at, nor is the proper application of skill. The dredges of Cybertron that the Decepticons now occupy is proof that if all warriors of this age think as you do, than we must be loosing this war." The six winged dragon stated staring back coldly. "Oh? I beg to differ, friend." She hissed back, still in her robot mode, her hand gripped the handle of her sword, but she did not draw it. "Perhaps we should take this... "chat" outside?" The knight stated darkly, this was now as much about Zypher as it was about her own honor and pride.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 3, 2009 23:40:39 GMT -5
Nephthys felt his pride nearly shatter into a million pieces. No one, and he meant no one, got away with telling him about holding his glossa, about where he stood amongst the Decepticons, nor about blaming him for this war. Just because he was created differently and was loyal to no one but those he respected, counting Megatron as the one he respected the most, did not mean that he would have his loyality questioned by those that thought of him as a low life inferior compared to them. Now he was really pissed off, and his temper flared up tremendously to dangerous levels. He had no intention of starting a fight, but what she had said had completely hit a nerve in his systems. He didn't care if she pushed him around, normally he would have shrugged it off, but she had gone too far when she had said that he had no loyalties, when in fact, he did by his own regular standards. From where he stood, he would rather not be involved with this war if he had not been created to be such a beast, to carry out his main objective: destroying Spiritimus Prime once and for all. "You are treading on thin ice, femme," he snarled. "No one, and I mean no one, questions my loyality and gets away with it. If you really want to take this crap outside, then be my guest. I do not ever back down from a challenge, and when it comes down to certain issues such as this, consider yourself on my list of those I hate most. You are the second one besides Spiritimus Prime, who has ever dared to take me on when she knew she was too weak to even try, to ever question my place. I may not be a complete Decepticon, but my loyality to Megatron is stronger than your stupid code of honour." He bared his fangs and let loose a loud roar that rattled his own armour. He wasn't afraid but he was not stupid. When it came down to his pride, he was more than willing to defend it. "If I win this fight, then I will be training Zypher without you interrupting me. If you win, you can train her in the old knight crude you spoke highly of. How does that sound to you, Knight of Black Armour?"
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Post by shadowfang on Jul 4, 2009 1:44:09 GMT -5
"Tale's from Lady Pandora state otherwise. The Lady hath stated you to be one that would sooner terminate our Leader for thine own goals." The femme countered, how could she trust this mech's claim to loyalty when he had no honor? "Nor do I, and nor will I take your insults to honor or the knighthood, something that stands for loyalty to the Decepticon cause. Whither I equal you or not, I am no coward and will defend my honor despite its repercussions." The knight stated, fully aware that this mech had some serious fire power behind him.
"I would say again that it is not my choice to make, that right belongs only to our leader. My leader and my prince's wishes come before I. I shall however concede to interrupting you this day until the matter has been discussed with our leader, say he nay to my offer I'll not interfere farther regard Zypher's training." Shadowfang stated adjusting the terms so that they would not conflict with her Knightly code.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 4, 2009 3:26:02 GMT -5
The anger in Nephthys melted away in an instant when Shadowfang made a mention of someone he did not know. He felt his optic ridges uncurl from their deep frown and puzzlement replaced his fury. He blinked his blood red optics in confusion. "I do not know whom you are talking about, femme," he rumbled as his dangerous tone rose to a calmer level, "nor do I know what you are talking about. But for some reason, someone decided to set a pack of lies into your CPU just to make you think I will become a traitor to this faction I have no wish to belong to." He took a few steps back and turned his gaze away, not surprised when the femme did not accept his challenge. Now he understood why she was called a Knight. She was probably worse than Leohawk when it came to simple combat and talks about honour and justice. Slowly, his optics had calmed down, but the raging fire was still burning within his chest. He wasn't sure when he was going to explode, but if he didn't do something to get rid of it, he could kiss his skidplate goodbye. "So you think I would just go and betray Megatron like some have done in the past?" he asked a little curiously. "Unfortunately for you, you do not know me as well as you think you do. I live by my own rules, I go where Spiritimus goes, and I do not seek power nor justice. All I want is..." He stopped himself from saying the word 'peace'. To him, it would always be a cursive word. Wherever Spiritimus went, he had to follow her to do what he had been designed to do. Now that he had been appointed the task of killing Rodimus, it seemed like the massive dragon was never, ever going to find what he was looking for. While he was considered a beast to many because of being opposite to the one he had been birthed from, deep down, he had a few similiarities to her and he knew what some of those flaws were. A knack for taking in sparklings; his honour that he refused to show to anyone, including Megatron; and his respect for those that did manage to beat him in battle. "Do you have any idea what its like to be a clone of the daughter of Optimus Prime?" he suddenly asked. "Do you know what it's like to go around the universe, searching for the one to end this rivalry that only she and I share?" As he spoke, Nephthys felt a piece of him getting thrown out. He didn't care. He had spoken what he had kept hidden for so long. He hadn't even revealed that much information to Megatron. Even though Megatron had been the one to order the cloning of the massive dragon, there were some things that the Decepticon leader did not know about his creation. Despite being the perfect killing machine to hunt down and destroy Spiritimus Prime to prevent the Autobots from having any hope, Nephthys had his own intentions of destroying her anyway. If he killed her, then he would finally be able to end his career as an assassin and become something else. Slowly, he lowered his head once again, his optics no longer glowing with his aggressive temper that had flared moments ago. "If I accomplish my mission by destroying both Spiritimus and Rodimus without anyone getting in my way, I wish to make a request."
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Post by shadowfang on Jul 4, 2009 4:26:45 GMT -5
"Yet she seems to know you enough to spread these rumors." Shadowfang stated though she was already starting to second guess the femme she'd meet on cybertron. "This Spiritimus, I have no records of her. Lady Pandora made it sound that ye be a prime that turn coated." The knight stated calming her own servos. It seemed the lady Pandora played her for a fool, but for what purpose...? "I do not; I do however understand that it is a difficult and trying existence. Ye may scoff at my honor code, but it would'th seem that thy loyalty is genuine." The black femme softened a bit, relaxing her hand on her sword's hilt and bowing deeply. "I was quick to judge your loyalties, my humblest apologies." The six winged dragon said sincerely. She lifted her head curiously at the three headed dragon of whom she felt civil with, as he mentioned a request. "A request to our liege, or of myself?" She asked, a sense of duty as a knight compelling the six winged dragon.
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Post by Spiritimus Prime on Jul 4, 2009 5:35:18 GMT -5
Finally, Nephthys could quieten his raging Spark that had thundered painfully against his chest. It had nearly torn him apart, but he had been quick to recover as the tension was lifted within him. At least he didn't have to worry too much about Shadowfang, although he would have to try and corner this Pandora for setting Shadowfang up and had nearly ended up in energonshed. Finally, he bowed his head in acception to the femme's apology and to make out his own. Sometimes he did not need to use words to show such manners, but this was different compared to most situations. He was dealing with a femme that went by the Decepticon knight code and he had almost gotten his head blown off for being such an arrogant mech. In truth, he was younger than a two-yr old human child, but he had the experience and strength of an adult mech. "You apology is accepted," he said a little sombrely. "I do not blame those that get manipulated into thinking I'm a bad mech. And for that, I too also apologise for my sheer arrogance towards you." He blinked a little bit at the little knowledge Shadowfang had of Spiritimus, but then he remembered that she was a little bit out of date. He decided that he would give her profile on what he knew about her when he was done dealing with this issue. "Of yourself," he finally answered her question on his request. "I would like to also be trained by you in the knight code that you suggested when mentioned to both Zypher and WarMonger. While I am loyal to Megatron since he is my creator, I live by my own rules and do things on my own. I do not need his permission on anything as long as I remain loyal to him his attempt to takeover Cybertron. "While I will never admit it out loud that I am loyal to Megatron, I can only say that he has my deepest respects. Because I am bound by the oath I pledged to him, faction switching is very impossible for me as well as turning against him. It is all in my programming. I have shame for who I am, but I have no shame in what I do and for what purposes." Nephthys emitted a very deep sigh before he concentrated some of his willpower into his left head. The left head let off a slight hiss but refrained from saying anything in the language that only the massive dragon could understand, and it reached into Nephthys' subspace pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a data pad. "This here is Spiritimus' profile. It will tell you everything there is to know about her, her history, her heritage, her closest friends, her strengths, abilities and weaknesses. Every day I update it as I learn from my connection with Spiritimus, including Optimus himself, through the Matrix and what she is up to. According to my latest attempt in getting through the link, Spiritimus is still in a state of recovery while Rodimus is returning to Autobot base to rest up." The left head then handed Shadowfang the data pad so that she could read it.
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Post by shadowfang on Jul 4, 2009 14:44:30 GMT -5
Shadowfang couldn't help herself; she let out a light chuckle as she placed her hand from her hilt to Nephthys' shoulder. "We are decepticons, my friend," And this time the words were spoken in sincerity. "Arrogance and spats like this one are to be expected." She stated reassuringly, as a sign of acceptance despite his statement of not wholly being a Decepticon. "I shall prepare a data file on my dealings with the Lady Pandora, that it aids ye in guarding thy flank. That one seems to have something against ye, I can'th think of any other reason she would try to turn us upon one another." The smaller dragon offered, starting to understand the Mech before her a bit better.
The Knight smiled with pride. "Any ye thought little of honor? I see much in you, one with out honor cares nothing about upholding an oath. It honors me to have you as squire. Ye needn't have shame for who ye be, you are a proud warrior and a fellow Decepticon, there is no reason to feel shame for that." The six winged dragon assured the three headed dragon, already starting to see a future knight in the larger dragon.
Taking the Data pad, shadowfang carefully studying it and committing the details to her own databanks. The Data pad made mentions of many autobots both ones she knew and those she didn't. Only one really caught her attention though. It was a Knight, an Autobot Knight. Her sworn enemy through and through. "Spiritimus be yours to dispatch in combat, my future squire... This Sir Leohawk, the Autobot Knight, I trust it bothers you not if I lay claim to this one?" The black femme stated with a dark calm, her voice filled with a sense of rivalry that was only present between two knights.
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