Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 1, 2009 11:46:24 GMT -5
Whistling as he walked, Scrapper decided to look and see what every other bot was doing. Walking around looking at the bots surrounding him, Scrapper notices a slightly familiar looking blue Autobot. The voice sounds familiar...Now where has he seen a blue bot like that before? The big red Autobot seems to call himself Prime. Nothin' like the Prime he's seen in his universe, but who's to say how all of these wacky parallel universe things work.
Just thinking about it made Scrapper's cerebro-circuits ache. If that's possible...Anyways, something else familiar catches Scrapper's audio receptors. A voice that he definitely recognizes!
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Jul 1, 2009 14:14:39 GMT -5
It isn't that it's terribly funny, really, it's just trying to imagine his buddy Hot Rod in charge as a Prime that gets Blurr. Then again, Hot Rod was always pretty good at taking charge of a situation even if it didn't always go quite the way he planned… the Prime thing is making more sense by the second, actually. The amusement in Blurr's grin fades, replaced by an admiring sort of pride. His best friend, Prime!
"So long as you don't forget your friends now that you're the big guy, huh?" Blurr says. He's mid-reach to grasp Rodimus's shoulder when suddenly, motion and voice come from the rocks. He sights the Autobrand on the newcomer's chest – red stands out with all that black and gold – before he spots the weapon and can bring Haywire to bear; a good thing. Firing on fellow Autobots isn't something Blurr aspires to. Skid-Z and Hot Rod– Gah. Rodimus Prime. Rodimus Rodimus Rodimus seems to have it handled, though, and far better him than Blurr or the new guy probably wouldn't understand a word said in greeting.
And another someone in the doorway! Things are almost happening fast enough for Blurr to really enjoy it. He takes in the bright green, big jaw, curious stare, Decepticon insignia–
Blurr has Haywire locked onto the Constructicon in the same instant he spots that emblem. This is an Autobot ship and Decepticons shouldn't be walking around freely on Autobot ships.
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Post by Prowl on Jul 1, 2009 17:51:03 GMT -5
Despite the weaponry being readied, as he has readied his own, Prowl's voice is calm, collected as he turns to look at Rodiums, "Quite a lot of information for somebody who hasn't even given his own name. Although you look familiar... Would you have any relation to one named Rodimus Prime? A popular squad leader, well liked by quite a few." How close you are, Prowl!
The blades of the shuriken close as he places it back against his body, well ready for whenever the next threat happens. These are Autobots, there's no need to strike them. Even if some of them are big, loud, annoying dolts.
Prowl lays a hand across his chest, and holds the other out as a sign that he means no harm, "My name is Prowl. I have a spark. I've... Heard of the AllSpark," No need to tell them that it was sitting around on Earth where he came from yet. That was a bit of classified information, "Primus? Quintessons? I'm not familiar with those. Nor am I with the name Emirate Xaaron..."
Back out come the weapons now two shuriken in each hand and blades extended as Prowl glares over towards the door and towards Scrapper. He stands low to the ground, one leg out behind him as he poises himself ready to strike. The actions of the Constructicon against his team are still fresh in his processor. Prowl notes to himself with a bit of enthusiasm that the new armor he wears will be suitable enough to help take Scrapper down, especially now that he bears the Decepitcon symbol.
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Skid-Z
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'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 3, 2009 3:38:03 GMT -5
Alright. Cue Skid-Z's carefull moving out of the way when his boss does the whole universe-check thing. Just as he leans against the wall, Scrapper makes his entrance, and Blurr and, Prowl, get up in the trees.
"..." he gets back to his full footing. "Dude... I think it's best if you don't make any sudden movements right now untill you are explained" He advises Scrapper. Looking at Blurr and Prowl he thinks of what to say to make them see the Con as less a threat as possible.
"Different realities, ergo, who you might consider an enemy may now be your next best friend; your identity (nodding at Prowl) from where I come from, stands as a human Japanese Police car, you, however, are obviously not one"
That needs checking something else, "Do you know a bot named Sideburn maybe?" His voice is a bit hesitant though, as the odds are very small. Skid-Z makes a radio call, to catch off this name to spread without the extra information.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 3, 2009 15:13:28 GMT -5
"Everyone, stand down!" Rodimus Prime booms out in his very best command voice, right hand raised in a calming gestures towards Blurr, particularly. This Prowl may be some sort of martial artist, but Rodimus knows what Blurr's reflexes can be link. He glances over at the others. "Believe it or not, Scrapper's on our side. He's got no interest in fighting and every interest in building as long as he's fed, and we've got no interest in letting the Decepticons get hold of a valuable resource."
Assuming people do as their told (or at least make moves in that direction), Rodimus favors Prowl with a puzzled frown. "Squad leader?" Then he makes an intuitive leap, snapping his fingers, remembering something about the 'Prime' title in other realities.
"Your... Optimus Prime wouldn't happen to be yay-high," he holds out his right hand, flat, to indicate the height - a fair bit shorter than most Optimus Primes, but proper for the one from Prowl's universe, "firetruck alternate mode, axe as primary weapon, would it?"
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Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 3, 2009 15:20:20 GMT -5
"Yeah, I ain't lookin for Trouble," Scrappers says, nodding rapidly, crouching in a corner. Scratching the back oh his head for a minute, he stutters to Prowl,"I'm guessin' you're still mad about some of da stuff, me an Mix did, huh?"
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Jul 3, 2009 21:05:35 GMT -5
Decepticons are always threats. Nothing will really convince Blurr that Scrapper isn't even potentially a danger.
But when Rodimus orders him to back off – startling him, in fact, by sheer volume – Blurr complies with a quick-even-for-him glance in the Prime's direction, taking in the gesture staying him and the stern look Rodimus gives him. He grudgingly steps back and lowers Haywire, but the suspicious frown on his face doesn't really fade. Scrapper is so very lucky.
…Cowering in a corner – a reasonable reaction, truth be told, very reasonable but kind of odd – and lucky. One of Blurr's brows arches up toward the ridge of his helmet at the sight and he looks from Rodimus to Skid-Z to Kup to Prowl as if to ask if he's really seeing what he's seeing here, but he keeps quiet because at this point, it's probably best to leave the debriefing to bots who needn't be reminded to slow it down to something under a thousand words per minute. Fortunately, Blurr has lots of practise being in the background after his time on Nebulon. And that reminds him, he should see to Haywire. For someone with so much energy, his partner can be hard to wake up.
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Post by Prowl on Jul 4, 2009 0:17:42 GMT -5
The Cyber-Ninja stands up again, relaxing... Somewhat. He frowns deeply as he focuses his glare on Scrapper, but says nothing. He's also vaguely distracted by the fact that Optimus Prime himself seems to be here! How else could Rodimus know? A faint grin crosses his face as he slides the shuriken back to their place. That's enough to make the rage subside somewhat as he stands tall. One of his hands goes to idly adjust at his shoulder's armor.
"Yes. That would be Optimus," Prowl says, nodding slightly. "He's here? Is he safe as well?"
He takes a calming 'breath,' which helps him further himself into relaxing his tensed body. He was quite ready to attack Scrapper at a moment's notice. It also lets him try to process all the questions shot at him. How oddly popular he's become! He turns his gaze over to Skid-Z, "No, that name is not familiar to me. Though it's slightly coincidental that your universe's Prowl would change into a public service vehicle, my alternate form is that of a Police Motorcycle."
Then, he turns to Scrapper. It's rather hard to tell his emotions, he's masking them quite well now, "You upset Bulkhead in a way I have not seen before. That was unforgivable," he says quietly. "I will have to... Watch. I will have to watch you for now."
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Optimus Prime
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 4, 2009 1:21:08 GMT -5
And five seconds after the shootout was averted, Optimus arrives!
His look is one of pleasure and relief. People here may know him, but he never knew anyone who was here. So when he got word that someone he knew was here, was he ever excited on catching up with...
"...Prowl?" Optimus says, confused at the ninja-bot's garb. "What on Cybertron are you wearing?"
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 5, 2009 8:09:09 GMT -5
Skid-Z looks disappointed, to say the least. However, it has nothing to do with the bots in the room. "That, certainly is a big coincidence" He says.
----------- Turning Skid-Z skippable unless talked to
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 5, 2009 15:29:24 GMT -5
Rodimus offers Blurr a faint, reassuring smile as he sees the speedster calm down, then turns a more severe gaze Scrapper's way. Sure, he's the one who just ordered the stand down, but he's no happier about someone running around here sporting that symbol and hailing from a reality where the alignments aren't topsy-turvey than anyone else. He's trusted Decepticons before. It doesn't work. But he can also respect the need to deny the Decepticons another resource, and Rodimus himself has never been adverse to paying someone off in order to gain their aid.
He can also deal with killing a cringing Decepticon in cold fuel, should it ever come to that, too.
At Optimus's question to Prowl, Rodimus studies Prowl again, then looks at Optimus, then back to Prowl. "So it is a shell of some sort?" he asks. Obviously not a Pretender shell, because those are a bit more, well, organicish.
"I guess if we're comparing notes, my reality's Prowl turned into a cop car, too." Past tense. And Blurr is from just far enough along to know why.
Kup nods his head and adds, "Same here, though that's kind of a given." He gestures towards Rodimus and Blurr. "Generally folks seem pretty similar between their reality and mine."
Rodimus clears his throat. "I suppose, for any new newcomers, we should go ahead and get introductions out of the way, again." He looks at Prowl. "Prowl, I'm not just related to a Rodimus Prime, I am the Rodimus Prime from my reality. I'm also the second-in-command of the Autobots here." He gestures around the room, indicating each person in turn. "Kup, from a reality that has a lot of similarities to mine, he's in charge of Security and the Autobot Military here. Scrapper, who's been working with our engineering and construction division, Skid-Z, one of our warriors, Optimus Prime, of course," Rodimus pauses just a moment to try to get a handle on Blurr's reaction to that. Especially considering how very recent the death of their own Optimus is. His pause isn't long, before he finishes with, "and Blurr... new arrival from my reality, not assigned." Rodimus pauses and looks at Blurr. "You should have Haywire with you, don't you?"
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Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 5, 2009 16:53:43 GMT -5
Well, Scrapper knows he's not exactly the most popular bot in the room right now. Probably best to walk on out of here. Scrapper himself doesn't see why it's exactly that bad. He's only a Decepticon due to circumstance. And those circumstance usually involve oil. Speakin' of that...
"I tink I'll just get some oil," Scrapper mumbles, before slipping out of the room.
OOC: Scrapper's outta here unless anyone else needs him.
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Jul 6, 2009 3:21:36 GMT -5
Blurr looks up from trying to rouse his partner when Optimus walks in, then back down at Haywire, then back up again in a double-take so fast it should snap his neck. But it doesn't because he's Blurr. In that instant, he looks like he's seeing a ghost. Then he registers everything that's wrong with how this Optimus looks – too short, different chest, a mouth – so he offers a slightly awkward, one-handed wave before he's back to very lightly tapping his weapon with one fingertip. It probably sounds like the strangest woodpecker ever.
Sharp ears will notice that his cannon, after a few taps, seems to quietly snort, then make a sound very much like a sigh. This is music to Blurr's audio sensors and he is immensely relieved to hear it, slumping a little and heaving a sigh of his own. Then he looks from Skid-Z to Prowl and back as the topic comes and goes. So the samurai bot there doesn't usually look like a samurai and because he looks like a samurai and not a police car – here Blurr stifles a small wince because for all the insanity of the past couple hours, the losses are still pretty fresh in his mind – it looks like it upsets Skid-Z. Blurr should probably ask about it. In fact, he plans to do just that, but introductions first would be good.
"Nice to meet you, make your acquaintance, always great to see a new face." Maybe that last part isn't totally true; it gets wearisome after so long, but Blurr's used to constantly seeing new faces, more replacements, the latest reinforcements. It's weird when those new faces are just one-off the old faces, he decides, lingering uneasily on this Optimus again for a split second, then glancing aside as Scrapper slips out. Really weird.
"Haywire?" he blurts out, echoing Rodimus and turning back to him. "Er… yeah. Haywire's here," he admits sheepishly, "but still a little out of it. Knocked for a loop, I think, or that's my guess, from the trip here since we didn't plan for this stop. Still waking up."
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Post by Prowl on Jul 6, 2009 17:54:54 GMT -5
The grin that covers Prowl's face is stupidly large, but he doesn't seem to care. It's Optimus Prime, his Optimus. He may be from a different time point, but that doesn't matter.
It takes the cyber-ninja a good bit of self restraint from running up to hug him, he's that relieved.
"Ah," he continues smiling as he removes his helm and holds it under one arm. "They're mods," he simply says, leaving it at that. "Anything to get the job done." His smile falters for a brief moment, but fails to put a damper on his mood. He places his helm back on, glancing seriously at Optimus, "I'll explain why later."
He turns to Rodimus and listens, taking note of what he says. He gives a slight look of surprise at how close he was upon noting who Rodimus looked like. He's left wondering how many other similarities he'll encounter along the way. (A lot, but don't tell him).
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Optimus Prime
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 6, 2009 22:36:46 GMT -5
It's just as well, Optimus may like hugs but he's totally awkward around them! However he approaches Prowl and offers him a friendly handshake. "That's fine by me. It's good to have a familiar face."
Oh, wait, there's another new guy. His reaction is quick, but Optimus is kind of sensitive to people staring at him, especially after what Rodimus told him about his multi-dimensional legacy. "Uh, hi. I'm Optimus Prime." He pauses. "....perhaps you already knew that."
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