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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jul 7, 2009 23:09:50 GMT -5
Spy Shot graduates from figure-eights to a more complex four-leaf clover sort of form. As he goes, he attempts to extrapolate the forces he'd need to apply to perform the same maneuver at higher speeds, based on what it felt like while he was running earlier. Unfortunately for the camera-bot, he's not exactly a master of math and physics, so he doesn't get very far on that front. What he really needs to do is experiment.
"Okay," he says to Perceptor. Tones to evaluate later, got it. He then admits, "I am!"
In fact, he feels dexterous enough for another go at high speed! He won't get better without practice, after all. The fact that going fast is also fairly exhilarating helps with the decision, too. Without a word of warning, he switches his transport into 16x speed and goes racing past Mirage's legs and back down the hallway. Making a clumsy attempt at a turn upon reaching the corridor Mirage came from, he collides at angle with the wall and goes ricocheting off around the corner.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 7, 2009 23:55:06 GMT -5
One cycle, Rattrap's taking a lazy, self-guided tour of the ship. It's quiet, no-one's been by to step on him, and he's back in space. Pretty good start to his day.
Next thing he knows, there is a beach ball of high-speed doom flying right at him. Even Rattrap had no idea he could jump quite this high, but he screeches in shock and finds himself clinging to the bulkhead for everything he's worth – okay, so what if that isn't very much? – well above where he ought to be.
"What inna name a' Vector Sigma's goin' on here?!" he demands, beady little eyes as wide as they'll go, ears pinned flat to his head, teeth bared, and tail thrashing. He's already starting to skid back down because rat claws just aren't made for climbing bare metal bulkheads and he doesn't have arachnid superpowers.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 8, 2009 9:57:04 GMT -5
Mirage can't help but smile at six Shot's antics, himself. The spy can't remember if he was ever that innocent. Probably not.
He shrugs gracefully. "I appreciate the invitation, but really, I will just be in the way." Besides, he really wants to find Skyblast. Mirage finds he is missing the little jet most terribly.
Mirage waves to them both, then aims himself toward another corridor. He hears Rattrap's screech, and this prompts a full on belly laugh from the spy.
"Don't worry, Rattrap. It's just Perceptor's new cat toy" Mirage calls over his shoulder, unable to resist teasing the group as a whole, "However, you might want to worry about the cat it was made for!"
And with that Mirage is out of thread.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 8, 2009 20:11:31 GMT -5
"Oh, well..." Perceptor moves as if to wave at the retreating spy, intending to jog after Spy Shot, when Rattrap's undignified squawk rings out and Perceptor abandons courtesy in favor of ensuring that there are no casualties.
The sight that greets him as he peers around that corner, however, is both reassuring, and... well... just a little amusing.
There is a rat slowly sliding down the bulkhead, his little rodent features looking quite undignified as he glares at the swiftly retreating ball-o-doom.
"Oh dear! My apologies, Rattrap!" Perceptor calls, dashing forward to catch the other mech before he slides all the way back down to the floor. "My most sincere apologies. Spy Shot is testing his new personal conveyance, and I have not yet gotten an audible signal installed to alert others to its presence, as Mirage only just now suggested. Are you unharmed?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jul 8, 2009 20:46:52 GMT -5
Oh dear, he has almost collided with someone else. Running on, Spy Shot swings his head around to observe the disgruntled Rattrap clinging to the bulkhead.
"Sorry!" he calls back. Perhaps he should resume using his flash to announce his location again until Perceptor provides him with something audible. Strange to think that he initially used it for his own safety, but he might now need it for the safety of others...
That line of thought never manages to come to fruition, as the camera-bot suddenly notices something in his peripheral vision. Whipping back around to face forward, Spy Shot registers the leg in front of him just as he reaches it. Rolling up one wedge-like foot at high-speed, the ball actually manages to make it partly up the attached leg before knocking into a piece of armour and bouncing off. Ricocheting off a way, camera and transport go sailing back the way came, in the direction of Rattrap and Perceptor.
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OOC: Leg-bouncing-off-of done with permission.
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Post by Oracle on Jul 8, 2009 20:48:48 GMT -5
Looking down with an expression of 'what the heck?' Oracle tries to figure out if she saw, and felt, exactly what she thinks she did. Was that really a very small Autobot in a sphere of some sort that just went rolling up her foot, then bouncing off her leg? How very surreal.
Considering she had been coming to investigate the loud noises of dismay from this direction right before she had been assaulted by the pinball on a rampage, she had a feeling she might have found the cause of the disturbance. "What, exactly, was that?" And who's idea had it been.
...oh dear, hadn't it just gone back the way it came? Looking up, Oracle took in the sight of Rattrap and Perceptor further down the hall. "Duck?" Or jump, but it looked like Rattrap already tried that one. "Or maybe catch."
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 9, 2009 18:50:25 GMT -5
Rattrap very delilberately flops in Perceptor's hand once he's there. He can already hear any number of lab rat jokes and they make his whiskers twitch.
"Nothin' bruised but my dignity," he answers. Not that he has much dignity to bruise. Then he peers at Perceptor, ears cocked at odd angles. "I thought horns came standard these days. I figure," and he sits up so he can shrug, "if you're gonna build somethin' dat fancy for the little guy, a horn would be right up there wit' lights, anti-lock brakes, and a moonroof." Why would Spy Shot need a moonroof in his little ball? Maybe he's into celestial photography. Rattrap… actually has no idea and that could be problematic.
That ball coming back this way could be a bigger immediate problem.
"About those brakes–!"
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 9, 2009 21:08:23 GMT -5
To Perceptor's credit, the whole concept of "lab rat" has not even occured to him. He is more concered with making certain that Rattrap is unharmed. That, and he has no real sense of humore to speak of. His is rather... skewed.
"Yes, well, such an ammenity had not occu-"
His explanation is cut short when he sees Spy Shot's ball come hurtling back toward them both, and, in an uncharacteristically cool move of athleticism, he snaps out his other hand - the one not encumbered by a rat - and catches the flying ball like a pitcher snatching a line drive right out of the air.
Even Perceptor is surprised, if that look of astonishment that he is giving the ball in his hand is any indication.
"Spy Shot? Are you unharmed?" he finally manages to ask.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jul 9, 2009 21:32:56 GMT -5
Spy Shot lays sprawled on his back within the ball, feeling both rather shaken and strangely... exhilarated from his high-speed tumble. Righting himself, he looks through the ball at Perceptor.
"I am unharmed," he says. "Thank you for catching me."
Turning around he shifts his attention to the second person he has managed to collide with today. Oracle looks familiar, but not very familiar. He has seen her before, at the ship launching if he recalls, but has never spoken with her before. Well then, he should introduce himself, right?
"Hello," he greets. "I am Spy Shot 6. I ran into your leg."
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Post by Oracle on Jul 9, 2009 21:54:42 GMT -5
So apparently the question of what was that, should indeed have been who was that. Shaking her head, Oracle ambled toward the other three with a faint grin. "Hello Spy Shot, nice to meet you. I'm Oracle, I don't think we've been introduced." She would have remembered meeting someone that small!
That also looks like one sturdy ball he's encased in there, which she supposes isn't surprising if she's right about her question of the creator having been answered in that he was the catcher of the runaway as well.
"Perceptor, Rattrap. Fancy meeting you here." She's very tempted to make a joke about Perceptor having his hands full with the situation, but from what she remembers of her last conversation with Rattrap that might not fly so well. Instead she peers down at Spy Shot. "You need an alert of some sort, brakes, or something to keep you off ground level. Possibly all of the above. Or you know, he could try flying." Because you know, if he could fly, problem solved. But Oracle's biased and all that. It's a jet thing.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 11, 2009 21:13:40 GMT -5
Rattrap looks at the ball and its minuscule operator, then at Perceptor.
"Nice catch," he says lamely. "Remind me ta get you on my team fer the next company softball game." Then he dangles from the edge of Perceptor's hand by his front paws before dropping to the deck. He lands with a distinctly organic-sounding smack. He gets right back up; at least he's tougher than any other dog-sized rat out there. "And flyin' is overrated, Booster Boots," he declares, peering up sidelong at Oracle with a lopsided half-smirk – friendly and lightly barbed all at once. "You can keep it."
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 13, 2009 13:24:06 GMT -5
"You are welcome, Spy Shot. Pewrhaps we should remove ourselves to one of the simulation rooms for continued high speed testing?" he suggests. Either that, or simply cordon off a corridor or three until they're done for the day. They'll work it out.
"Yes, Oracle, you are correct. I had neglected to engineer in such a system,, however the need for such has already been demonstrated. We were merely completing our testing for the day before returning to my laboratory to add such a device in." He makes no comment to the flying suggestion. He is rather content with his design as it stands - alert notwithstanding - and, more to the point, so is Spy Shot.
If he hadn't been so busy yapping his trap, so to speak, he would have happily placed Rattrap back on the floor, rather than forcing the Maximal to drop off, though. Ah well, Rattrap seems to be no worse for the wear. "Company softball game?"
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jul 13, 2009 16:15:35 GMT -5
"We have been introduced now," Spy Shot says to Oracle. Perceptor has already mentioned their intention to have an alert installed, so he simply adds, "I have breaks, but I didn't use them. I was hoping to navigate around obstacles. I am not very good at it yet."
"I went flying once," he continues. Not by himself, mind you, unless you count flying through the air after bouncing off someone as flying. "It was interesting. I saw lots of new things."
To Perceptor, he says, "I have not seen the simulation rooms. Can we go there?" He had been hoping to start rapidly exploring the ship, but a new place is a new place! And if it'll help him move more efficiently at high-speed then he's all for it.
Though he has nothing to say to Rattrap at the moment, he does lean over in his transport to stare down at the Maximal, fixing him with an intense stare. In a place full of hulking metal robots, a small giant rat is very interesting!
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Post by Oracle on Jul 13, 2009 17:22:44 GMT -5
Returning Rattrap's smirk with a grin of her own, Oracle shrugged. "Oh I don't know Whiskers, flying might have helped with avoiding Spy Shot's attempt at bowling for Maximals." She paused, then continued with a teasing air. "And that entire reaching things on high shelves problem."
Barbs exchanged with Rattrap, she looks slightly sheepishly at Perceptor. "I didn't mean to imply you hadn't already noticed the need for something like that, sorry." Don't annoy the scientist Oracle! Even if this one seems more tolerable than most, he's still a scientist. Quit forgetting that.
"Well, I would guess learning to move around obstacles is probably going to take practice Spy Shot." He's a rather literal person, she's beginning to notice as well. "You said you've been flying? Did someone carry you?" Since he said once, she was guessing it had been a singular event and not something he had done self-propelled. "Though I'm curious too, what's this about simulation rooms?" Her attention shifts back to Perceptor.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 15, 2009 20:15:03 GMT -5
Almost like he has an extra sense for being watched, Rattrap waves one forepaw at Spy Shot even though he can't quite see the little guy from down here and he's actually looking at the friendly neighbourhood Seeker.
"Eh, I'll explain it later," he says over his shoulder to Perceptor. Heck, if that simulation room thing is what he thinks it is, somebody could actually throw a softball game. To Oracle, he quirks one eyebrow and adds, "When I get shipped out sometime and scan somethin' with wings–" Not slagging likely. "–I'll consider rethinkin' my stance. Fer now, I'll stick to climbin' things and dodgin' bowling balls. It's better for my reflexes."
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