Boondocker
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General Contractor at Large and Sanitation Engineer Second-Class
Pickup Man
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Post by Boondocker on May 26, 2008 3:18:17 GMT -5
"Shore thang, 'Aid" Boondocker says, transforming once again. Man, that's gonna be sore for a while. Boondocker limps for a couple of seconds until the pain subsides enough to be ignored. With Botanica's help, he quickly and carefully loads Slingshot in the back of First Aid.
After this, Boondocker turns to Botanica. "Reckon y'all kin give me a hand with th' supplies?" Once she agrees, Boondocker transforms again, and with the supplies loaded in a timely manner, hopefully, Boondocker is ready to roll.
---------- OOC: Botanica posing done with previous post's permission. Feel free to head out with Boony in tow.
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First Aid
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Conscientiously Objecting
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Post by First Aid on May 27, 2008 16:49:38 GMT -5
First Aid can’t do a lot to help with loading, since he is, after all, one of the ones being loaded. But he evidences no impatience, and is ready to leave in good order when everyone else is. (Or, technically, a little before.)
He’s tempted to re-phrase his question to Botanica. Obviously he can’t treat her right now, no, but what he’d meant was that she oughtn’t be aggravating her injuries either, since then they’ll take longer to heal –
But no. In this case he’ll take it on faith that she can judge her own limits.
OOC: Heading out?
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Shanodin
Major
The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on May 27, 2008 19:24:14 GMT -5
Once the wounded and the supplies are loaded, Botanica moves off to the side.
"Head for <triage coordinates>. The Prime should meet up with you on the way. I'll make it there in my own way."
She sends off a quick radio burst, and, hopefully, before First Aid can try and tell her that she shouldn't be doing that with such an injury, Botanica dives underground.
OOC: Yep!
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Boondocker
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General Contractor at Large and Sanitation Engineer Second-Class
Pickup Man
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Post by Boondocker on May 28, 2008 14:04:39 GMT -5
"You got it, Boss Lady" Boondocker answers, pulling out ahead of First Aid. "I'll take point. Hopefully, we won't run into nuthin' 'cept our Rodimus."
---------- OOC: Let's hit the road!
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Skyfire-3
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Professional Treasure Hunter and Pet Fancier
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Post by Skyfire-3 on May 28, 2008 20:10:39 GMT -5
At last the pile of rubble stirs, shudders, and breaks apart as what appeared to be scraps of metal reveal themselves to be wingtips and tailtips. Skyfire rises from the debris, shaking dust off of himself. He's filthy and bent and battered to the point that he looks like he's covered in white-painted crumpled foil, but he's still online.
He looks himself over. "Slag!" The curse is heart-felt; his earlier wing damage--the wing now dangling bent over by one strut--meant he couldn't fly; now he doesn't have a prayer of transforming without major repairs.
He scowls and shakes the dust out of his cannon, straightening a few bent flanges as he does so. A flick of the switch, and a quick look at the readouts; it still seems to work. Still, best not to test its durability unnecessarily.
The Other Autobots were gone; only a scorched-looking micro-Insecticon remained, looking like he got caught in a Decepticon-sized bug-zapper. Skyfire wasn't quite sure which side the creature belonged to. Curious if it was even functional, he nudged the critter gently with the barrel of his cannon.
// Skyfire here. Mobile again, but I ain't flying or transporting anyone until I get some serious repairs. Where's Repair getting set up, and who's there? // Skyfire asked on the allied radio.
// Oh yeah, there's some little guy here--bug-shape, Maximal/Predacon/Mini-con/something like that. He's been zapped. Anyone know who he belongs to? // -- Nudging done with permission
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Post by Scourge (BW) on May 28, 2008 20:24:04 GMT -5
Scourge returned to consciousness slowly, only to find himself being nudged at by a big Autobot. At least it isn't shooting him. That means it's probably one of the Not-Enemy-Right-Now Autobots. Good. Or maybe evil.
Scourge pulls himself to a standing position. A couple of sparks fly out of damaged areas, but the Predacon is mostly functional. "Greetings. I assume by my continued functionality that you are one of our Autobots. I am Scourge."
He came back online just in time to hear the radio message. Thus, he replies. //That bug would be me.//
Then, out loud, again. "I can provide you with some basic repairs, though without a parts replicator I'm unable to fix much in the way of anything major."
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Skyfire-3
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Professional Treasure Hunter and Pet Fancier
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Post by Skyfire-3 on May 28, 2008 21:22:31 GMT -5
"Crikey, what a mess. Good thing I didn't bring TC along; he'd have been shot to pieces." Skyfire frowned thoughtfully as he peered down at the tiny bug-bot. "You look like you could use repairs yourself. You want a ride to the field repair station? Sounds like one of your guys is running it, even."
Smart explorers carefully test the temperament and capabilities of small techno-organics with that many waving appendages before grabbing up with bare hands. One is more likely to keep said hands that way.
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Skyfire-3
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jun 8, 2008 12:03:03 GMT -5
Little Scourge either didn't hear Skyfire-3 or chose to snub him; instead of replying to Skyfire's offer, he gathered his legs under him and leaped--
Skyfire-3 watched with widening optics as the tiny bug-former arced high into the air and disappeared out-of-sight behind some buildings. "Damn. I thought only Kickback could jump like that. Guess he didn't want my help."
Skyfire-3 shrugged and stalked off, looking for Hook's repair station.
--- Little Scourge posed with permission of player. Skyfire-3 exits thread, as does Little Scourge.
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