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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jul 15, 2009 11:20:47 GMT -5
Jetfire beams, once again bouncing excitedly in place. Normally, he might get a little offended at being called a 'poor, deprived soul', but... Skyblast has a point! That was so cool.
"Maybe Decepticons are having this 'skypainting', but when I am seeing them fly it is mostly for attacking, and sometimes for running away," he says, "not making nice pictures!"
If he ever gets back home, maybe he can start a fad. The fact that he'd be the only one doing it would make up for his lack of artistic ability!
"You are painting with smoke?" he asks.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 15, 2009 13:28:39 GMT -5
Skyblast waves a hand dismissively and comments idly, "I didn't know of any Decepticon skypainters in my reality, and if there were any, I bet they were hacks."
Autobot bias much?
He nods and explains, "I'll just my jet exhaust if I only want to sketch, but for coloured designs, I can add coloured paraffin into my fuel mix to burn for different colours. Environmentally friendly, too, on organic worlds."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 15, 2009 20:21:02 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron does finally just let go, and he drops. He wobbles and stumbles a bit, but he lands on his feet.
Emirate Xaaron shoots the crowd a winning smile, gestures to the Event Horizon and asks, "Shall we get this show on the road, then?"
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Post by Holi on Jul 15, 2009 22:09:17 GMT -5
Now that Holi isn't caught between paralysis at watching Emirate Xaaron clamber all over the ship like a very shiny spider-like thing or sheer elation at this return to something familiar for him, he finds he can finally do something. He draws up ramrod-straight and salutes Emirate Xaaron. If he can actually be seen amongst the gathered Autobots – he couldn't quite worm his way to the front, but there are gaps between legs and the like – is another matter.
"Yes, sir!" he pipes up, loud and proud. Perhaps he can be heard even if he's lost behind larger bodies. And onward to board he goes.
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Post by Springer on Jul 16, 2009 23:11:18 GMT -5
Springer has -totally- been here the whole time. And he gives a cheer at the idea of getting things going, and starts boarding with the others.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 17, 2009 20:10:11 GMT -5
"Well, swell!" Mayday says with an awkward and not especially sincere-looking smile.
"I hope everyone has a good flight, and I'll meet you up there," he says to anyone nearby that feels like listening. "Meanwhile, I have a date with another of the ship sections."
Falling backward, he curls into his alternate mode and goes zipping off in the direction of another part of the ship. So close to the relative safety of space, so close.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jul 19, 2009 18:22:41 GMT -5
Jetfire listens intently to Skyblast's explanation, nodding in understanding. As he opens his mouth to respond, Emirate Xaaron speaks and he finds himself very excited once again, but for a different reason.
"Ah! It is being time to board!" Beaming at Skyblast he says, "It was being very good to speak to you, I hope I am bumping into you again on the ship! Maybe you can show more amazing flying."
With a wave, he boosts into the air, flying over the crowd in order to butt into the line onto the ship.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 19, 2009 22:03:41 GMT -5
There is in the distance two vehicles which once could claim to white barreling toward the launch site as fast their wheels will carry them. More aptly, as quickly as Ultra Magnus's wheels will carry him as Mirage top speed is greater than the semi's.
All Mirage can think as he spies the thinning crowd is thank Primus they made it. It had been made very clear that they weren't holding the launch back if he didn't return in time, Magnus in tow or not.
Mirage radios ahead on the Broadband. //Incoming, with Ultra Magnus. Do me a favor and don't shoot us.//
To Xaaron, Mirage privately adds: //I know he'll need watching 'till you can settle him in, but please, get him some medical care and sustenance. He's running on fumes and willpower.//
And hate, perhaps, the spy thinks, remembering the very little bits of information he'd gotten out of Magnus about his stay in the Decepticon camp.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Jul 19, 2009 22:48:31 GMT -5
If Ultra Magnus could hear that radio call, he'd thank Mirage. He doesn't know if he can trust himself, much less if the other Autobots can trust him, and he plans to request isolation himself anyway. The importance of it can't be stressed enough as far as he's concerned.
But that's a less immediate concern; he falters, throttling back, gears slipping, when he sees the Autobots still congregated. It's very hard to miss a large truck that looks like it just went ten rounds each with the Dinobots – especially a truck that looks like Optimus Prime's bleached duplicate and while Magnus has never been self-conscious of his looks before, he doesn't have his armour any more. This… is going to be awkward.
"Some ship," he grinds out to keep from groaning in pain with the effort of forcing himself back into gear.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 20, 2009 0:24:55 GMT -5
Rodimus had been watching to make sure Emirate Xaaron got down safely, but with that taken care of, he and Kup are ready to board. The warning from Mirage catches his attention, though, and he pauses, turning to face the newcomers, his expression going carefully blank. While he might agree that repairs go first, he's not necessarily willing to offer much beyond that. His optics narrow as he watches the approach from a distance, and he frowns slightly as something strikes him.
"No trailer," he notes. "I've never seen Magnus without his trailer." He turns to glance at Kup.
Kup shakes his head quickly. "Me neither, come to think of it, he admits."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 20, 2009 20:47:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron shoots a winning smile over at Holi and moves to board, but he pauses as there is something in the distance. He raises his hand to shield his optics and squints. Mirage's radio calls - both of them - makes the situation a bit clearer, and his expression turns inscrutable. He replies, //Certainly.// Emirate Xaaron commands, "Medics - half of you, priority on getting inside the ship and getting the medical ward warmed up. Other half, get ready out here. Sort it out yourselves. I have reason to believe that Ultra Magnus is injured." OOC: Really, it is up to the players of the medics what they do.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 20, 2009 21:41:32 GMT -5
Perceptor, who has been watching the proceedings from the back of the crowd and patiently awaiting his chance to enter the ship, carefully pushes forward now, transforming to crane his rather significant visual accuity toward the approaching mechs.
"I can definitely confirm your suspicions, Xaaron," he replies, his dials and scope barrel shifting as he focusses in on the various and obvious injuries inflicted upon the familiar white semi. Mostly familiar. The cab is, although Ultra Magnus looks decidedly odd while not towing his carrier around.
It never even occurs to Perceptor that without the carrier, Ultra Magnus will also not possess his trademarked blue and red armor. He, the horrors of the swamp still so very fresh in his mind, is about to receive a significant shock, once Mirage and his companion arrive and transform.
"I will remain here to assist upon their arrival," he states, transforming back to bipedal mode.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 20, 2009 22:14:00 GMT -5
Mirage reaches the group and, braking hard, transforms a short distance in front of the welcoming committee.
//Thank you. He is...really bad off. Really bad.// Mirage replies, sounding much more serious than he ever does. Then the spy widens the private communications to include Rodimus and Kup.
//Haven't been able to get much out of him, as we've been running flat out. We did, however, determine we come from the same reality. Albeit from opposite extremes of the timeline.//
As he relays all this, Mirage turns to face Magnus, and once the other has transformed, gives introductions. "Ultra Magnus, this is Emirate Xaaron, our leader, and Rodimus Prime, second in command. You probably know a Kup, I imagine." Mirage deliberately leaves off Kup's position in the hierarchy.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Jul 20, 2009 22:37:56 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus makes a much more sedate stop than Mirage, brakes protesting. This truck has seen far better days; there are large gaps where plating has been cut away and there is an abundance of scorch marks, dents, cracks and splits most everywhere else. Both windscreens are gone and the smokestacks are sheared off at odd angles. None of this is why Ultra Magnus hesitates before transforming. Wounds are nothing over which to get self-conscious.
Sparks gutter from those wounds as he drags himself into robot mode; the worst is the gash in his side revealed when his arm shifts out of the way. He has to put effort into remaining steady once he draws up to his full height – not entirely because he's exhausted.
Rodimus Prime looks terribly like a troublemaking punk Magnus has had the displeasure of dealing with in the past. Kup is a dead ringer.
"Emirate Xaaron," Magnus begins, jaw tight, "I should be isolated. Now."
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Post by Sideburn on Jul 21, 2009 6:21:18 GMT -5
Sideburn (who has been here in the background the entire time) ops to stay out here to greet the guys coming in.
His optics widen as he takes in Ultra Magnus' damages while in vehicle mode. Even just the ones he could see look like they'll take a long time to repair.
And then Ultra Magnus transforms and Sideburn can't help but gape a bit. He looks like a bleached-out Scourge! (And not much like either his own Optimus Prime or Ultra Magnus.)
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