the Cybertronian people, once a great proud nation of an empire, devided by war, some seek peace, the rest total control. They all hide among us, in plain sight
Description
Alignment: Decepticons
Class: Hunter
Rank: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Independent Hunter / Racer
Robot Mode: Twin Screw is a menacing, dark, evil looking robot, similar to Shockwave circa 2011 (Dark of the Moon) though Shockwave never took an Earth form.
Alternate Mode: Ford GT
The heart of the beast is a 5.8 liter 351ci Ti-VCT Twin Turbo Supercharged V8
Personality
Twin Screw is as level headed as they come, more so than most Decepticons. He is perfectly content with waiting for the proper moment to strike despite being very powerful. He is cold and calculated. Though decidedly hard he carries himself with a sense of honor and pride, holds himself to a standard that few Decepticons do. He does not feel the need to stab his enemy in the back, he comes equipped with enough strength to stab them in their front while they are watching him, and if he doesn't have the strength to succeed that way then he doesn't deserve to succeed at all.
While he is deadly and brutal in battle he has little time for neutral parties, they are not of his concern and until they choose to become as such he makes no effort to bring them harm. This does not mean he cares for them, it simply means if they are not in his path he will not go out of his way to crush them, but he will not go out of his way to avoid them if they are in his path.
Equipment
Twin Screw has two auto cannons for range and the Cybertronian equivalent of brass knuckles for close range. The area around Twin Screws knuckles can be energized in the same manner of Optimus Primes sword and ax, this equates to a burst of energy with each punch that can be adjusted to deliver various 'loads' the maximum delivering an explosive shock that would do a great deal of damage to any Autobot, though this requires almost all of his available energy.
The same energy can be diverted to his forearms to create a second layer of protection against any blows from his enemy, which is especially useful when facing opponents with hand held energy weapons.
Twin Screw doesn't have the thickest skin of the Decepticons, though he's far from a push over. He can take a beating and get back up, though at times its his will mind more than metal that keeps him going.
Twin Screw doesn't use a pretender as has become common, instead he has a slave unit, Fritz, a slim black and gray humanoid robot that stands four foot tall. This robot is semi autonomous, having a slightly dark attitude though with a touch of humor. Twin Screw can see and hear everything Fritz sees and hears, and has a direct connection with the robot. Unlike a messenger Twin Screw communicates directly with Fritz's processors, on is the glove, the other is the hand. (It is extremely rare for anyone to use Fritz's name, most simply refer to him as Twin Screw, while Fritz refers to Twin Screw as "the master" and never to himself at all)
History
Twin Screw came to Terra when he received jumbled transmissions regarding Autobots. His mission since the beginning had been to hunt down the enemy, and while it meant he had been forced to leave the bulk of the decisive battles to the hands of others, it was decided that only the most capable soldiers could be entrusted with a task such as his.
So begins...
Twin Screw sat quietly in the alley. He had watched the Autobot pass from his spot tucked far back in the alley and had yet to move. His engine shook to life and he crept forward slowly, pulling into the street, now a few blocks behind his target, before turning right down a side street. {target :: FPV GT-R} --- {target :: Autobot} --- {unknown}. The words ran across his vision as he pulled down a parallel street and moved forward.
Twin Screw crept slowly up the street turning back toward main street. He shut his engines down and rolled to the side of the street as the black form of the FPV appeared from behind the building on the corner of the block. He had no information on his target, he had never encountered him before so this was entirely a data gathering exercise.
Twin Screw cranked his engine back up, it was time to see what kind of character he was dealing with. He pulled strait into the intersection and stopped. His engine growling softly at idle for a moment. He cracked the throttle, emitting a loud raspy bark that bubbled back down to idle. After a moment he opened the throttle again, this time causing the rear end to squat heavily as he jumped forward and set off down the street.
Twin Screw followed the car with relative ease as it led him toward a warehouse. As he came into the building Twin Screw changed into his robot mode. He was noticeably a taller than the Autobot before him, though he had a slightly thinner build over all.
followed the car with relative ease as it led him toward a warehouse. As he came into the building Twin Screw changed into his robot mode. He was noticeably a taller than the Autobot before him, though he had a slightly thinner build over all.
"Ohhh, jumpy." Twin Screw chuckled and crossed his arms across his chest. "Don't seem so anxious, I'm not here to squash you, yet. I've been a lot of places in this war, but this one seems to hold some sort of importants." He sniffed, "Can't imagine why. So, perhaps you can tell me. What is it that you want here? And why do so many Decepticons find it necessary to keep you from getting it."
Twin Screw found it to be a strange turn of attitude from an Autobot. They had a tendency of looking on the insignificant as pets, or better. "So of all the robots on this planet the first one I find hasn't got a care of the matter of things and seems to not fall in line with the idiotic notion that humanoids are a valid reason for starting a whole new battle front. A refreshing change of pace I admit." His gravely voice was infused with robotics, he made not attempt to "fit in" other than speaking in such a way that would be understood, accents where trivial. "So then, you're simply here to carry on the cause, fight the good fight, so on and so forth. Win the war, if it even stands to be won." He spoke of the war like a past dream. He remembered it when it was truly in full swing, what it was now barely constituted note in most situations.
"I commend your loyalty then. The one thing I do commend you Autobots on." He turned toward the buildings open doors. "Seems such a shame that this place's name has been spread so far and yet it would hold no secret. No treasure outside of a new planet to lay waste with war." If Blackstreak was different for not being so pro humanoid, Twin Screw was different for not being so 'kill murder destroy' with out purpose. He would do his job, he would hunt Autobots, but he wouldn't set the whole world to the torch doing it unless in doing so he gained some great advantage in the war. It looked like his original hope that this planet might hold like advantage was false. He would have to investigate further. "For now I hunt answers and not enemies then. For now I am at a ceasefire." It was the most un-decepticon like thing he had ever stated, but it wasn't the first time he had said it.
"Don't think it will make a difference when the time comes. Many of them put a bad taste in my mouth, but none have broken my trust nor betrayed my loyalty." He turned and looked the autobot up and down. "I have no fear that when I come for you it will be a fight against an opponent bent on my destruction as much as I will be for his. Do not lay down and die before that time and rob me of what will surely be a battle worthy of my skill." With that Twin Screw returned to his car form and roared out of the building. He would investigate further what this planet had to offer before he decided what course to take, surely there would be Decepticons he could contact, though he doubted that they knew more than he did. Rarely was the day a Decepticon cared the reason for a battle.
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Man this city is HUGE!
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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