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Post by Mirage on Aug 21, 2010 23:49:43 GMT -5
Mirage turns to Bambi and the Rock Lords and says in common, "My apologies. I know it's terribly rude to use a language unknown to the entire company, but it remains our best way of identifying each other."
He starts to address the problem of Bambi when Perceptor takes up that issue, and so that leaves Mirage with the two Rock Lords, the entire reason for this debacle.
There's a slight sadness in his optics as he looks at Pyrite and Chalco. Mirage sighs and starts to shrug, the movement abruptly interrupted as pain shoots through the joint. He shows only barest twinge of the pain across his features, however.
"None of you have met them previous. I'm not sure how to satisfy Xaaron's request, except that they have not left my sight since I rescued them, and I was certain enough of their identities at the time to risk all in the doing."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 22, 2010 18:02:12 GMT -5
Mirage would know that Venatorious spoke English. Curious fact, that, but Perceptor wouldn't have any reason to know that, and neither does Bambi.
Bambi does, however, reply happily enough in Sanskrit, "Him Perceptor and her Botanica! So him Perceptor you, and her Botanica plant lady."
She still needs to pick a fight with one or both of them and claim her territory lab space, but she doesn't feel up to that right now. Perceptor's big. Probably better if she lays out some papers on osteonic development as bait and then drops down on him from the ceiling while he's distracted.
Pyrite frowns a bit at Mirage's interrupted movement, and he offers aloud, "I can be off to go book a flight. We needn't trouble you further."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 22, 2010 18:58:10 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron keeps his composure, betraying nothing of what he might be thinking or feeling. Instead, he turns to Jazz and directs, still in Tarnish, "Directive: Have Intel prepare a radio suppression field, nothing in or out. Also, ready for debriefings." And then to Perceptor, "Directive: Complete scans and searches for bugs and sabotage, then normal repairs."
He turns and starts to walk back, but he adds in English, "Welcome home, Mirage and Bambi."
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 27, 2010 14:50:41 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Perceptor due to time-out.
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A nod to Xaaron, then Jazz makes a quick radio call.
Then Jazz shoots Xaaron a thumbs-up, replying in Iaconian - "Got Holi workin' on it, sir."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 27, 2010 20:31:47 GMT -5
Mirage starts as Pyrite says he and Chalco will just go his own way.
"While certainly if you wish to leave I'll not stop you, but please, let Perceptor see if he can help you first!" the spy says, "Certainly you don't want to go her at least to go through the rest of her life living like a puppet."
Mirage tries to stand, but his legs give out from under him and he falls. One arm comes out so that he half-catches himself on the table, and Mirage tries to lever himself back into a standing position.
"Emirate, please, can they be seen to as well? I can wait on my own treatment, if you'd rather not allow them on ship, but..."
"Please."
That one word is perhaps the most unaffected and contains the most honest emotion of any word Mirage has spoken to well... anyone since his displacement.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 28, 2010 0:19:08 GMT -5
"No," agrees Pyrite, looking down at the floor, "I don't. I can't say that waltzing into a ship with some aliens I don't know too well sounds like a fabulous idea, all things considered, especially considering my history of poor choices, but..." He looks up and over at Mirage as Mirage falls, and he tries to offer Mirage some assistance. "...your kind of strange alien seems a better breed than most. If we're allowed?" He looks to the Autobots with just the slightest glimmer of hope in his optics, a faltering, flickering thing.
Bambi shrugs at the welcome back. Dinobots are stoic in the face of sentimentality. Also, she figures Mirage can handle himself, with the falling thing.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 28, 2010 1:01:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron spends a long moment just looking at Mirage. Mirage is always bringing back strays, isn't he? They could be trapped or bombed or working for an enemy or multiple enemies of theirs.
They don't appear to be in any danger of dying right this moment.
But then... Emirate Xaaron is from an universe wherein Autobots place a weird value on non-Transformer life.
And he doesn't think he's ever heard Mirage that sincere. He switches to Galstandard, "Fine, all of you, then."
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 28, 2010 9:20:26 GMT -5
Perceptor is off in his own little lala land as he runs as many distant scans as he can on all four of the damaged individuals before him. Mirage... is on the very last dregs of his reserves, if he even has dregs left. The Rock Lords... he is having trouble really reading the Rock Lords very well, but neither one of them appear in general good state. Bambi... if off, but Perceptor is having a hard time narrowing it down precisely from a distance. Hopefully, close up and integrated systems diagnostics will provide more--
Perceptor is snapped out of his concentration when Mirage collapses against the table, begging for Xaaron to allow the Rock Lords to be examined and assisted as well. Perceptor dives for Mirage's side, bracing himself against the spy's side and offering his shoulder to lean on and support him, rather than the table.
Fortunately, Xaaron is understanding, and agrees. Or, perhaps he simply knows that Perceptor will demand the same thing, and be prepared to carry the Rock Lords off to his new workspace in the morgue if denied. Not exactly an inspiring structure for healing, but any port in a storm, or so to speak.
"Yes, of course, Mirage," he adds in Iaconian. "I will personally see to all of you. Now, what do you mean 'a puppet'?" he asks.
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ooc: my sincere apologies for being absent lately. Trying to get back on the horse. Please forgive.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 29, 2010 17:16:20 GMT -5
Jazz was about to move to catch Mirage himself, but Perceptor beat him to it.
He's rather glad that Xaaron agreed to help, though - even from his own Mirage, he had never seen that kind of desire to assist another. If Perceptor has Mirage covered, then Jazz will move around and offer to assist Pyrite with Chalco.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 29, 2010 20:15:08 GMT -5
Mirage accepts the support from but Perceptor and Pyrite, though he drops his rifle into subspace and his cloak in the seconds before either touch him. Mirage leans more on the scientist than the Rock Lord, however, as Perceptor hasn't been through the wringer like Pyrite.
"Thank you, Xaaron," Mirage says with much relief.
He turns to Perceptor, dropping back into a more universal language.
"They took her free will, and would have done the same to the rest of us," Mirage says, "Better explanations must wait until we're in a more secure location."
He straightens up, pushes away from his supports to stand unassisted. "I'll be fine. I can walk. I just have been sitting for too long... joints locked up...."
Frag, but he hurts.
Still, Mirage manages to start walking after Xaaron, even managing a fair shadow of his normal graceful stride. The movements are much slower and more deliberate than normal.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 29, 2010 21:30:59 GMT -5
Chalco has had rather thorough surgery on her processors to remove her free will and initiative. She is otherwise perfectly healthy. Pyrite is still injured from the fight, and his processors have also been operated upon, but he retains some volition of his own, enough to be passive aggressive in obeying his masters. Bambi just has a bunch of cut servo and subspace lines that she badly repaired with a laser screwdriver that have since snapped.
Pyrite stares at the ground bashfully, and he says, "I wish I could explain, I really do, but I ca-can't." A bit of pain takes him, and he falters.
The Rock Lords do accept Jazz's help.
Bambi, continuing to be a stoic, just gets to her feet and gets ready to head off.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 29, 2010 22:06:13 GMT -5
"It's nothing, Mirage," Emirate Xaaron replies, almost negligently.
The idea of puppets being made of robots disturbs him, but he doesn't show it on the surface. In fact, if Perceptor gets an idea of what was done to these poor souls, perhaps the Autobots can prevent it from happening again. Charity and expedience can work together, sometimes! And they make such a lovely couple when they do.
Emirate Xaaron starts to walk back. He has wounded men who need care!
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 31, 2010 16:47:23 GMT -5
"They.... what?" Perceptor squawks indignantly. Concerned concern has become outraged concern. Mirage effectively shrugging off his help, even if it is to make himself appear less vulnerable, only makes it worse.
Frankly, the thought of ripping away someone's free will is a horrifying thought, no matter the species. Perceptor shivers hard, and turns to offer his assistance to Bambi the Rock Lords. "I will do everything in my power to determine what was done and fix it," he vows, and to hell with what anyone else may think of his promise. That such a thing was done at all fills him with disgust and dread. That it was attempted on his mechs... fills him with cold rage.
"Bambi, do you require assistance?" Those who know him may make note of the fact that his voice has grown quite quiet and very, very calm.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 1, 2010 21:33:35 GMT -5
Jazz isn't as vocal as Perceptor, but he's comparably irate at this revelation. "That ain't cool, not at all..." he says, assisting Pyrite with guiding his sister while he understates the situation. It's all too familiar to things from the history of the universe he comes from, and ...well, he'd rather not dwell on it.
However, he puts on a positive face, nodding as Perceptor makes his vow - "If anyone can get it done, Perceptor can!"
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Post by Mirage on Sept 2, 2010 23:19:08 GMT -5
Mirage pauses only long enough to make sure that Bambi and the two Rock Lords are being helped if needed, and then he lengthens his stride to catch up with Xaaron.
"Thank you," he murmurs again, "What was done to them... what they would have done... Xaaron, we must be careful. People should go down in pairs from now on. Our captors, they were entirely too interested in Bambi, and in myself especially. They made comments about someone having stolen their technology, and that our language- Cybertronian- was some bastardization of theirs."
"I'm exhausted," and now that his voice only must carry to Xaaron, that exhaustion- and a good deal of pain- shows much more clearly, "but I can still give a proper debriefing once we're on ship. I assume you'll have certain parties meet us in one of the medbay quarantine cells?
OOC: How does everyone feel about skipping to quarantine on my next post?
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