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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 30, 2010 16:26:58 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime's no nimble, untouchable ninja, no master acrobat. Some of the Sharkticons do manage to chomp into him, mostly along his arms and legs, since his shield's on his back, protecting it, and he's running away from them, toward the wall, although the wretched fluid known as water is making this slower going than he'd like. Stupid slippery things.
As one Sharkticons sinks its jaws into the back of his ankle, he loses his balance, and he falls down, slamming his face into the bottom of the tank. Energon vents from his wounds, wafting slowly in the foul fluids of the tank.
Sentinel Prime should be crying out in pain or reacting somehow, a little nagging part of him reminds, but he doesn't have time right now to focus on faking being a normal Transformer with a fully functioning processes tree and fight, too, and the fighting's just more important if he wants to survive. If he's anything, he's a survivor.
Sentinel Prime rolls, grabs the shield off his back, and flings his shield just so, energy spikes out, trying to bounce it exactly right so that after smacking into a few different enemies, it will bounce back to him, and he can catch it. With his other arm, he tries to jab his lance into the wall, so that, if everything goes right, the shield will fly back to him, he'll catch it, and the bent lance will snap straight to spring him him out of the pit. It'll be amazingly awesome!
If this goes wrong, he'll have a broken lance, and his shield will clong him in the head.
Then Sharkticons will eat him.
Please, please, go right.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 30, 2010 19:08:15 GMT -5
//Nice to know that about you, Shockwave,// Emirate Xaaron teases back, then a bit more seriously. //He's an Autobot.//
But really, Emirate Xaaron doesn't have time to check on Sentinel; he's busy chatting up Quintessons.
Aiming for 'polite', he replies to the bailiff, "Gratias ago vos pro vestri vicis."
Then, he radios his Autobots, //How is Sentinel holding up?//
His optics narrow, and he mutters to himself, though possibly audibly, "Indeed, Doctor, indeed." Emirate Xaaron will get you, someday, Oil Slick, you and your little MK-Ultra, too!
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 31, 2010 15:41:45 GMT -5
//That he is.// Shockwave answers //That is seldom a compliment.//
Shockwave moves as close to the pit as he is allowed by the bailiffs so that he can peer down at the Prime within the pit. Timing might be such that if Sentinel goes shooting up from the pit, Shockwave might be able to knock him back in.
Or Sentinel could use Shockwave as a handhold and dump the cyclops in instead.
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Post by Elita-1 on Oct 31, 2010 15:54:30 GMT -5
Elita has been watching the entire proceedings very carefully. Unlike Arcee, she did not go running up to help. She can't, not really. Nervously, she fingers the material covering her hands.
//Sir,// She says this on the Autobot broadband, so Sentinel can certainly hear it, //Sentinel is Elite Guard, and he's a Prime. I know that may not mean much except in our reality, but I assure you, he can handle a little canned sushi.//
She watches Oil Slick, expression hard. Elita fidgets, then stands.
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Post by Oil Slick on Oct 31, 2010 20:25:21 GMT -5
You may have your chance yet, Emirate.
Oil Slick strides up to Xaaron, putting forth a look of concern. "Should your man make it out of the pit alive, I can offer my services as a medical professional. It would do well for me to follow up on the exam done before, too - make sure he's recovering properly, after all."
Big brass ones - Oil Slick has them.
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Post by SceneMod on Oct 31, 2010 22:32:48 GMT -5
Several Sharkticons are smacked in their round little head-bodies by Sentinel Prime's shield. Sentinel's lance holds, and the shield returns at the right angle that he can grab it before being thrown into the air!
But now there's a Shockwave to deal with up there...
Meanwhile, the bailiff only shrugs in response to Emirate Xaaron.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 31, 2010 23:00:31 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is sent flying, flailing and gyrating through the air. If Autobots were meant to fly, they'd be Jetfire and Jetstorm! Or maybe an Omega Sentinel. But not this Sentinel. He smacks into Shockwave, possibly topping Shockwave down toward the pit, bounces off, and crashes into one of the benches. If this was a cartoon, he'd have adorable little super-deformed Starscream clones circling around his head right now. Huh, okay, so he didn't die, and yet this still failed to be awesome. Just figures, really. Exactly his luck. Sentinel Prime groans and just lies there in a heap under the knocked-over bench for a moment. Yeah, yeah, teacher-bot, he'll get up in a moment when the world stops spinning. - - - OOC: Knocking into Shockwave done with permission.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 31, 2010 23:38:01 GMT -5
//If you say so- oh!// Emirate Xaaron starts to reply to Elita-1 when Sentinel comes vaulting out of the pit, pinballs into Shockwave, and then crashes into a bench.
He calls out, "Prosecutor!" but it's Sentinel's side he rushes to, muttering, "Come on, Sentinel, you're innocent. Time to get you out of here," provided that the bailiff don't stop them, of course.
Coolly, he comments to Oil Slick, "I do believe that an associate of mine would be quite delighted to speak with you on the matter, if you'd be willing to step out of the courthouse."
Well, Emirate Xaaron's almost entirely certain Perceptor'd be willing to come over and call Oil Slick an abortion of science. That's like being delighted to talk to Oil Slick. If Perceptor won't, Emirate Xaaron will.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Nov 1, 2010 19:24:20 GMT -5
The Autobot bounces into Shockwave.
The comical, wide-opticked expression probably looks a bit out of place on her face but it disappears as quickly as it came. Skystrike immediately hops over the benches and reaches out to try and catch Shockwave before he falls, antigravs kicking on.
He could probably handle himself in a pit full of Sharkticons, but she imagines he probably doesn’t want to have to.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Nov 2, 2010 18:50:45 GMT -5
Shockwave is knocked over and goes tumbling into the Pit of <s>Despair</s> Sharkticons, but he does not seem overly worried. Coolly, he deliberately jerks his hand out of Skystrike's reach and engages his own antigravs.
He rights himself just before he hits the water. Sharkticons circle beneath him, and a few even jump out of the water, jaws snapping shut just shy of Shockwave's swiftly rising form.
Once the gunformer is back on solid ground, he radios Skystrike, //Thank you for your show of concern.//
"It seems the will of the court is satisfied," Shockwave intones, "The prosecution rests."
Yeah, because how does one appeal an innocent verdict when the accused survives Death by Sharkticon?
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 3, 2010 19:53:11 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Elita-1 due to timeout.
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One of Oil Slick's browridges raises a smidge, but he smiles and nods. "Very well, then. I'll go to meet him, then."
Oil Slick then moves to step towards the door. //They've a medic coming to see to the Prime. Will see what sort of meddling I might be able to do. As far as they know, I'm a local doctor, after all.//
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Post by SceneMod on Nov 3, 2010 21:17:23 GMT -5
The Sharkticons lose their lunch! Twice! They continue to circle along the edges of the tank, dumbly hoping for somebody to fall in.
C'mon. Even just a Micromaster?
The bailiff watches Sentinel's escape, but doesn't do anything to prevent it. He does snort, however. Most irregular!
OOC: Scene mod is skippable unless needed.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 3, 2010 23:31:43 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime gets up on his own, not that Xaaron is actually offering help. He looks from Xaaron to Oil Slick, but he heard the chatter on the radio. Perceptor's coming, huh? Just great. On one side, the fragging lunatic that made Sentinel Prime taste colours, smell sounds, and hear textures. On the other side, someone who said he wants to muck in Sentinel Prime's processor and then backed off, which means he probably will, anyway. No matter what Sentinel Prime does, he's fragged sideways.
He briefly ponders ricocheting his Skyboom Shield off everyone in the courtroom and just running while they're all confused.
Stowing his shield on his back, he doesn't yet put away the lance, instead leaning it back along his shoulder, for a moment the picture of a knight, as he tries to stride out of the courtroom, toward the front entrance, leaving sopping wet footprints behind him. There will be a time for a complete breakdown later, he tell himself. When no one is watching. If nothing else, his dogged pride will keep him from slipping off this precipitous cliff.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 3, 2010 23:48:20 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron adjust his tie. Well! No one is dead. He'll call that 'good enough' for today, he thinks. Emirate Xaaron calls over to Shockwave, "Showy, Prosecutor. Your cohorts are dedicated, and yet, you are sufficient of yourself."
He smiles to Oil Slick, seemingly a warm and friendly smile, without guile, and he motions Oil Slick to follow along, as he, too, heads out, commenting, "Right this way, Doctor Go'tlyeb. My friend the coroner is just dying to meet you."
Wait, Xaaron called a coroner out to examine Sentinel, not a medi-bot?
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 3, 2010 23:54:55 GMT -5
One of the wonderful things about having official credentials? Perceptor doesn't need to circle the block trying to find a parking place. Oh, sure, he can't just take any old spot like the judges can, but he does get a few perks, like sliding into a spot right there near the judges' spots that's actually reserved for members of the coroner's office! How convenient!
He dismounts his motorcycle, leaving the helmet - yes, he wears a helmet while riding, as that's the responsible thing to do - on the seat as he heads around to the front. Perfect timing, too, as there's Sentinel striding out, lance casually resting on his shoulder, wet footprints leading away from the front doors. And several very obvious bite wounds marring his finish on his legs and arms.
"Greetings, Sentinel," he calls as he crosses the steps to join the acquitted Prime. "How are you feeling? Your gait indicates that the initial disorientation seems to have passed?"
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