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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 9, 2008 19:03:31 GMT -5
In the Autobot tunnel-camp, Pee-Dee paces back and forth. Clack, clack, clack, heel snapping down on the metal floor. Scrape as she pivots on her toe.
The Junkion looks different than she did at the start of this whole mess. Both arms are bare, the shield that habitually rested on her left still unreplaced. Her internals are a new arrangement (and she needed to have words with the other Spinister about cutting people's radios), and the oranges and reds of her armor are in an entirely new design, save for her right arm, shoulders, and head. Her charm glows with steady LED lights, red and blue.
And then there's the hatchets hanging from her hips.
They were made the day before, out of scrap and junk and a seething, bloody anger. Sawblade designs have been etched on the hatchet blades, Pee-Dee marking the weapons with her self-symbol.
She paces and listens to the radio. The one she is going to maim is out there with the Swerve she didn't rescue. Red optics narrow; 'a fool rushes in where angels fear to tread'.
She is neither fool nor angel. "Mr. Singe? Does Spinister know there's a trap at the outdoor temple?"
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OOC: Scene is open to any Autobots-1 who don't want to be out in the desert with Emirate Xaaron.
Background: After Barricade-3 and Pee-Dee rescued Thundercracker-3, they took him someplace relatively safe. From there, they got some of the scientists to work on him, but Thundercracker-3 still isn't trustworthy enough to fight with Team Good yet.
Pee-Dee, meanwhile, has rejoined her Autobots. And Spinister-3 still hasn't retrieved Singe-3 yet.
This stuff will all be roleplayed out still, but now you know so you can reference it.
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Oct 9, 2008 19:18:34 GMT -5
Singe replies, in a not entirely happy voice, "Officer Pee-Dee, Spinister is more than aware."
Spinister is out there, even now, with Hairsplitter. He may well die, and if he does, a large piece of Singe will die with him.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 9, 2008 21:05:10 GMT -5
Pee-Dee strides over to the Nebulon and sits down cross-legged next to him. Slowly, so he can see it coming and indicate it if he doesn't want it, she brings a hand to rest against his back. "Does he know how many there are there?"
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OOC: Touching of Singe-3 done with player permission.
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Bluestreak
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 9, 2008 23:22:34 GMT -5
The whole time Pee Dee's been pacing, Bluestreak has been watching her pace, his optics following her path back and forth across the cave. He's fingering his rifle as he watches her, though part of him hopes he doesn't have to use it. It doesn't matter how many times they charge into battle against the Decepticons, either here or back home -- he'll never love to fight, and he'll never grow used to it.
"This is insane," he says, mostly to himself. "Fighting against Autobots alongside Decepticons... I know they're not our Decepticons, but still, good Decepticons... I always said I'd never met a 'Con I didn't like, but... this is all so confusing..." Then he catches what Pee Dee said, and his optics "blink" as he stares at her. "A... a trap?"
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Spinister-3
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Post by Spinister-3 on Oct 12, 2008 16:10:14 GMT -5
Singe accepts the touch. It's something. He replies softly, "Not yet. He's..." Singe looks stricken. "Oh no. No. Mirage is there!"
He looks up at Pee-Dee imploringly, clear fear in his stance. Clearly, Mirage is a Bad Man in his book.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Oct 12, 2008 22:12:45 GMT -5
Spy Shot clings part way up a wall, having managed to climb there with the practiced ease of someone who's had need to scale vertical surfaces frequently throughout his life. Not only does this position keep him out of the way of massive feet, but it affords him a much better view of his surroundings.
With his head cranked around at an owlish angle, he watches the others in the tunnel and makes himself focus on the conversation even as he is much more interested in picking out every little detail on those surrounding him.
While generally content to just remain a silent watcher and fade into the background as he's always done in the past, Spy Shot feels that he should say something now, to try and integrate himself with this group. Not really sure how to respond to most of what is said, he focuses on one thing he really gets.
"Confusing," he pipes up with a nod, agreeing with Bluestreak.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 13, 2008 11:47:23 GMT -5
"Keep your ears open to the radio," Pee-Dee snaps at Bluestreak. This whole situation makes her tense, and she is not happy with what Emirate Xaaron is currently doing to himself half a continent away.
The imploring look Mr. Singe gives her drags her to her feet and she begins pacing again. She needs an edge. Something a little surprising. Something...
Spy Shot 6 pipes up and she turns to grin at him. "You're just what I need." She steps up and offers her hand as a platform. "Want to help me pull someone's fat out of the fryer? All you'll need to do is flashy-thing the bad guys."
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Bluestreak
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 13, 2008 23:18:26 GMT -5
"Yes, ma'am," Bluestreak says meekly in response to Pee-Dee. Sometimes he gets so caught up in his own chatter he forgets to listen to the main channels...
"Huh?" He glances toward Spy Shot. "Oh, yeah. Hi there. How you doing with all this?"
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Spinister-3
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Post by Spinister-3 on Oct 14, 2008 10:11:15 GMT -5
Singe has to admit that he's boggled by the idea of a Transformer smaller than he is... and Singe isn't even a real Transformer.
Does this mean an evil Spy Shot 6 is out there somewhere? Not a fun thought.
He transforms, since Pee-Dee seems to be getting ready to go.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Oct 14, 2008 17:03:41 GMT -5
With a tendency to take things literally, Spy Shot isn't quite sure what to make of Pee-Dee's request as he knows little about fryer's and less about pulling fat from them. However, he finds 'flashy-thing the bad guys' to be clear enough, so if that's all he needs to do he's perfectly capable.
"Okay," he says, dropping onto Pee-Dee's hand.
Tilting his head in Bluestreak's direction he answers, "I am doing fine with all of this."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Oct 16, 2008 12:57:11 GMT -5
Pee-Dee lifts Spy Shot 6 to her shoulder. She's got quite a nice bunch of things to cling to up there - the side of her helm, the limb of extended wheel that hung over her shoulders, the very top of one of her packs. "Ride in my pack if you want. Keep out of sight, but ready to get into sight, if you know what I mean."
She scoops up Mr. Singe and runs her fingers along the outside of his barrel. "Let's get dangerous."1
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1. Darkwing Duck
OOC: Pee-Dee is out of scene and will be heading off to hassle people near the Temple.
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Bluestreak
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 17, 2008 8:13:06 GMT -5
People are leaving! Bluestreak hurriedly shifts his rifle into a position where it'll be easier to carry and follows Pee Dee, not wanting to be left behind. There's got to be somewhere outside where he'll be useful...
Out of thread.
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