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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 30, 2010 19:54:16 GMT -5
Day 27, semi-private – if you're supposed to be in on the good guy side in Eleven, show up here! Everyone seems kind of confused about how to start this, so I figure we can have a quick, short 'pre-game' planning session and then all wander off to do our own unique roles? Starts in a crummy safehouse.- - - This safehouse sure is no Fortress Maximus, Sentinel Prime thinks, but then, what is? He focuses more on the mission ahead of them than the ratty little space the Autobots have procured. There are blackboards, because getting flatscreens in here would have been a huge waste, and Sentinel Prime has covered them with an incomprehensible sea of chalk Xs and Os. He taps one of the blackboards lightly with his lance, using it like a pointer, and then he turns and looks at the assembled Autobots, asking, "So, are we all clear on what we're doing here? Good to go?" Wishful thinking: not just for Carebears anyone.
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Post by Mirage on Dec 30, 2010 20:37:14 GMT -5
"Clear as a quartz phantom," Mirage drawls. Plans within plans, some overlapping and obfuscating others*. The spy sighs. This is why he avoids that horrid thing called "teamwork."
"What's the contingency plan?" Because really, if this goes off without a hitch, well... remember that comment about shields and salt several days ago?
OOC: Mirage is snarking,regardless of how clear Sentinel's plan actually is. Others are free to give Mirage hell for being an aft.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 30, 2010 20:54:52 GMT -5
It's probably for the best that Fortress Maximus isn't here. Damned hippie.
Impactor, however, is, but as he looks over the maze of circles and crosses, he finds himself wondering why the hell he's here. Here he is, one of the Autobots most notorious commandos, a robot whose very name can make many a Decepticon's fuel run cold... going along with a plan by this buffoon for a casino robbery.
It's sickening.
He grunts. "I wait for your signal, dig the escape route, collapse it behind us," he says sourly.
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Dinobot
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Death Before Dishonor
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Post by Dinobot on Dec 30, 2010 21:13:06 GMT -5
"Hmn. Perhaps if you went over the overall plan one more time?" Dinobot still isn't quite clear on all the details, though he suspects he could do better if he was in charge.
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Rev
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Faster than a fast thing
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Post by Rev on Dec 30, 2010 21:29:22 GMT -5
"I'm with Dinobot, you lost me after the fourth cross". Her part in the plan was clear but the plan as a whole was a little more confusing.
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Post by Prowl on Dec 30, 2010 21:45:25 GMT -5
Prowl is quite glad he never trained under Sentinel. He shakes his head a bit and then shifts his weight from foot to foot, glancing to the side and then looking back at the board.
"If I'm to understand, I make my way in to disable some of the security systems?" he asks.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jan 1, 2011 12:35:04 GMT -5
The others may or may not be confused, but this little walking slag pile is quite, errr, lost. He's sitting on a pile of crates just behind the group, his hands pressed to his optics to make a binocular gesture, squinting like whoa, before he finally just groans and drops his arms. "Yea. Ya lost me at the first 'O', pal."
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Post by Elita-1 on Jan 1, 2011 19:44:04 GMT -5
Fighting the urge to get snippish with Mirage and some of the others, Elita pipes up, "Well, I think I've got my part down anyway." She shrugs, "Really, it's not that difficult to follow." If you were brought up in the Autobot Academy, that is.
She leans back in her chair and props her feet up on the empty chair in front of her. Elita deliberately chose a spot a bit away from the crush, for various reasons.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 1, 2011 22:02:38 GMT -5
Fortress Maximus contains the biggest gun that the Autobots ever built. The photon pulse cannon can knock a starship out of orbit in one hit. It makes Sentinel Prime happy in ways better left unexamined.
Sentinel Prime lets out a frustrated sigh and starts from the top, "Elita-1, you and Jazz need to distract the attention of the 'cons. By being yourselves. We don't want it to be obvious that they're being distracted. Then they'd look elsewhere."
"Dinobot, you and I are lookouts. I want you up on a roof with a view of the back end of Club Con. Your small size will make it easier for you to go unnoticed, and that chopper-mod means you can get down in a hurry. I'll be across the way in the front, at ground level." In a blurry white X that indicates SmickDonald's. "Not perfect coverage, but the more of us out there, the more of us they might run into."
"Prowl and Wheelie work together to take out security. We don't want to get caught. Trials here bite," he rubs one of his arms, thinking about Sharkticon teeth, "and Sharkticons don't brush their teeth."
"Mirage, you handle extraction of the credits, once you get the go-ahead. You'll be waiting on security to be down and for our confederate to be right about to cash out."
"One Mirage has the payload, we get out. Everyone gets out. Some of us can probably make it away alone on wheel, but for the best shot out, Impactor's going to drill a tunnel out to Rev's under-construction subway and cover his tracks behind him," which is what Impactor just said.
Sentinel Prime gives them all a lop-sided smile and concludes, "If everything goes right. If it goes wrong, Dinobot, Impactor, and I suddenly become back-up."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 2, 2011 13:08:54 GMT -5
Mirage tilts his head as Sentinel goes over the plan. So. This endeavor, which was essentially the creation of Sentinel Prime, has been designed to place Sentinel Prime in one of the positions of less risk. Backup is all well and good, but the placement still seems oh so convenient.
Bah. Mirage is still in a paranoid, strained mood after all his personal trials. He is being uncharitable and knows it. At least they got the translation done so that the new tech seems more a part of him than alien, now.
"Right. Now, we do have confirmation that the main funds are being kept in <location> yes? Because really, if they aren't, we're not going to get a second shot at this."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 2, 2011 23:19:34 GMT -5
Impactor snorts at Sentinel's last line, and mutters, "Let's hope things go wrong, then."
He's still having trouble accepting his part in all this. Him. Impactor.
Leaking Pit.
He leans against the nearest wall and waits for everyone else to catch up.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jan 3, 2011 18:34:17 GMT -5
Jazz peeks out from under his fedora, giving the room a trademark sly grin. "Of course they're there, Mirage. I looked into it."
Moving off of the wall he was leaning on, he steps a bit into the group. "I'll be here--" he says, pointing to what equates to one of the dance floors. "I'll cue up some rave stuff when the time comes. Buncha crazy stuff, lotsa bass cranked up to eleven. Strobe lights can cover me when I need to split."
"As for a contingency plan?" Jazz shrugs. "If we get busted, we're pretty much screwed, so the backup plan is to get the slag out of there, maybe instigate some confusion along the way so the staff is divided in herding customers and chasing us."
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Dinobot
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Post by Dinobot on Jan 3, 2011 19:34:49 GMT -5
"Ah, good. That's much clearer," Dinobot says, nodding. He got distracted by the tic-tac-toe.
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Rev
Cadet
Faster than a fast thing
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Post by Rev on Jan 6, 2011 13:42:40 GMT -5
Rev nods taking in all the derails of the plan as they come together "we got a start time for the green?" She'd never been to Club Con, she didn't know if it was 24/7 or closed at midnight or what.
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Post by Prowl on Jan 6, 2011 22:41:46 GMT -5
Prowl peers at Wheelie for a moment. He frowns, shaking his head. This will be interesting.
"Will we have any information on what type of system will be hacked ahead of time?" He looks over at Wheelie again, directing the question to him as well, since of course, they'll be working together.
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