Scrapper
Rookie
HELL YEAH! DOIN' STUFF!
Posts: 138
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Post by Scrapper on Jun 25, 2009 21:13:40 GMT -5
"So, great job me an' Mayday did, huh?" Scrapper asks no one in particular. 'Cause Scrapper helped too! At least with the Biosphere... None of you thought that Mayday did all of the heavy lifting himself, right?
Taking a good look around the ship, a couple of things caught Scrapper's audio receptors. Voices...of fem-bots. Finally! A time for Scrapper to let loose his Constructicon Charm. If there is such a thing...
OOC: Skippable
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jun 25, 2009 23:28:09 GMT -5
Mayday is handling the crowd reasonably well, even if some people might think his hunched-up, arms-crossed posture and occasional twitching say otherwise. He's even socializing a little, nodding at his fellow ship-builders, making a few noises in response to people addressing him... Hey, he could be cringing and whimpering, or flailing and fainting. He was doing good! Intentionally ignoring most of the arrivals, but good.
However, someone yelling his name in conjunction with 'sir' is more than enough to make him look up with a 'bwuh?'. Then Holi is right there, and Mayday is recoiling slightly from his youthful exuberance.
"Um." Is he seriously calling him 'sir'? Nobody calls him 'sir'! Why is he being called 'sir'? "Well, I mean, uh, yes? I guess? Wait, no! Not, nnh, not all of it. I had help. From people." Mayday waves vaguely at some of the people he spots in the crowd. "But, uh, a lot? Sure." He is not used to being admired, no he is not. And seriously, 'sir'?
"Sir!" he ends up shouting himself, actually spotting Emirate Xaaron. Realizing that he doesn't actually have anything to say to their current leader, he just ends up gesturing at the spacecraft and offering a lame, "Ship." Catching up to the fact that Xaaron actually asked something, he just shrugs and decides to stare at his toes and practice his nonexistent skills of invisibility.
OOC: Skippable if not further addressed.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 26, 2009 17:31:41 GMT -5
Long Haul crosses his arms and snorts, despite his distinct lack of nose, at Scrapper's 'me and Mayday.' Sheesh! Just forget about Long Haul, Wedge's, and Perceptor's contributions, why don't'cha? So... not as humble as the Scrapper he knows, either.
He looks up at Emirate Xaaron and shrugs. "Erm, last time I helped build... well, not really build so much as convert... a space ship, we just got 'im drunk to celebrate. Well, not drunk, 'cos that would take too much energon. But we got drunk and he topped off, at the very least."
He's probably talking about Omega Supreme.
Skippable
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 26, 2009 17:36:17 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime looks up from his argument over planet names with Kup and smirks. "Traditions? You mean those little ceremonies you do if you have time because you're not under attack at the moment of launch, right?"
He winks. "I think you've already got my reality covered there, Emirate."
Skippable.
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
Posts: 575
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Post by Firebolt on Jun 26, 2009 20:48:17 GMT -5
Firebolt raises her hand, as if she's in the middle of a class. "Well," she says, "The Earthers had this tradition when they launched a ship that they'd smash a champagne bottle against the front of it while giving the ship a name. Does that count as that sort of tradition?"
She hopes she won't be made fun of for bringing this up. He did ask.
ooc: Still skippable
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Tracks
Cadet
Can't match this
Posts: 122
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Post by Tracks on Jun 27, 2009 0:27:58 GMT -5
Color Tracks quite impressed. The 'vette rolls up to the group (fashionably late, of course, right?), transforming as he slips into the little party.
"I do believe that Long Haul has my world's tradition quite covered." Tracks drawls as he gives a languid wave and a smile.
OOC: Skippable
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Skyfire
Major
I'm a scientist, not a....
Posts: 891
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Post by Skyfire on Jun 27, 2009 20:45:21 GMT -5
First there' a streak of fire far above, then a dot at the point of a long vapor trail, then the rumble of distant thunder. Skyfire comes not up from the tunnels but down from the sky. He circles the ship in wide lazy arcs, spilling altitude and velocity; finally, he stoops and transforms to land on two feet, his wing still folding back into position as he strides toward Rodimus Prime.
Skyfire reaches into his cockpit and pulls out a datastick. "Prime, we're ready now. Here's the latest ephemeris of all the orbital platforms; I've marked the active, armed ones. Our pilot," and he smiles at Rodimus, "should be able to plot a course clear of anything that's apt to take potshots at us."
He casts a wary glance to the west. "Anything Gillanese, that is."
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Holi
Major
Captain Can-Do
Posts: 672
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Post by Holi on Jun 28, 2009 12:50:55 GMT -5
Mayday will just have to get used to Holi calling him sir, unfortunately.
"It's incredible," Holi declares effusively, looking from one component of the ship to another. He can't imagine designing something like this from the blueprints up; all he's ever built is the antigrav pod for Jan to use and he just worked from Braver's designs for it. "Fantastic! Thank you, sir!" and of course he's thanking Mayday for all the work he's done. Holi accords Mayday a steep bow before he scurries away to offer his admiration and gratitude to Long Haul, Scrapper, Wedge, and anyone else on the project who hopefully won't just shoo him away.
He's a little too busy with this to remember any particular customs he knows for christening a ship; all he has on file are human traditions, anyway.
OOC: Skippable now.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 29, 2009 23:01:03 GMT -5
Swerve hates flying. Nothing about this particular mode of transportation he's experienced since his arrival has done anything to convince him it's either comfortable or safe. But he is apparently doomed to being cooped up in a spaceship if he wants to get off this Primus-forsaken planet.
He makes no effort to hide how much he resents this development as he skulks, watching everyone else and putting off actually boarding the ship as long as he can get away with it.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Slingshot on Jun 30, 2009 3:25:13 GMT -5
Slingshot is about as enthusiastic as can be expected for someone whose main memory of flying in spaceships involves them blowing up on arrival.
Which is to say, not very.
Right now, he's stretching his wings, circling around the ship in a very wide circle. Once they board and launch, it's going to be a while before he can fly again.
Even if he could totally fly through the corridors of this ship.
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Skippable.
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Oracle
Minor
The future is always in motion.
Posts: 426
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Post by Oracle on Jun 30, 2009 13:23:16 GMT -5
Drifting over to join those already gathered near the ship, Oracle looks with some degree of trepidation up at it. While she hasn't been blown up, or crashed, or had bad experiences like some of the others, she's less then thrilled about this whole being trapped or the inability to stretch her wings part.
In fact she rather thinks Slingshot might have the right idea, and moving a polite distance away from everyone else, she transforms and flies up to join the other jet. If nothing else, it's better then standing around waiting and maybe she could tease him into a game of mock tag or something.
------- OOC: Skippable
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Skyfire
Major
I'm a scientist, not a....
Posts: 891
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Post by Skyfire on Jun 30, 2009 17:55:03 GMT -5
Skyfire looks up at the two jets frolicking, and there's a brief flash of wistfulness and grief across his face. Too brief for anyone to notice unless they happened to be looking in the right direction...
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 1, 2009 13:05:59 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron smiles and looks to each Autobot who contribute din turn, his gaze lingering longer on those who did more work, and he agrees, "Excellent work, everyone."
He frowns and considers the ship. This is big. Big. No, bigger than that. How did he want to do this?
Rope would have been useful, oh well. Putting the small ceremonial knife away for a moment, Emirate Xaaron moves to climb up the side of the ship. Looks like he's headed for the general bow area.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 2, 2009 23:08:50 GMT -5
just your friendly neighborhood Scenemod making an announcement!
From this point on, the Departure thread is to be considered "Conference Style." This means that there is no posting order, and it is not necessary to list yourself as skippable or not. This allows for side conversations to happen at their own (and more realistic) pace, without hampering the overall "plot" of the thread."
We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread.
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Nimbus Tsura
Major
Secretary to Mr. Breakaway
Sky-Painter Extraordinaire
Posts: 735
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 3, 2009 8:46:39 GMT -5
Skyblast is fast, but the little Valkyrie isn't flying fast now, now. He's down to maybe 105 knots, which for a jet? Is really, really slow.
There is some separated flow on his wings, some loss of lift, but he knows what he's doing here.
He's descending slightly. Then, he opens full throttle - and he tumbles around his nose with no horizontal roll. Basically, he performs a ridiculously tight loop - no more than 2 seconds to complete.
At the bottom of the loop, he transforms and swan-dives down, flipping a few meters before the ground to land on his feet. The skypainter bows and looks around.
Hmm, big audience! And yet, the one he perhaps most hoped to see is not here. More the fool him, then, for hoping to see him at all.
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