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Post by Prowl on Aug 12, 2009 21:16:39 GMT -5
Prowl was doing a very good job at keeping his composure, even as Jetfire teleports out. He glances over at Kup, about to question what their next course of action. Then, Jetfire teleports back in and poots out a parachute.
"HA!" Prowl points, staggering backwards and leaning his hands on his knees as he lets out a crazy fit of laughter. He looks over at the bit of noise at the door and sees Springer, and his look just adds onto the laughter that comes from Prowl. He laughs for a few good moments before trying to compose himself, standing up straight. "Heh... Sorry. That was... -ahem- That was interesting."
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Post by Kup on Aug 12, 2009 22:46:15 GMT -5
Kup shakes his head, then glances towards the ceiling, mentally counting to ten as the newcomer goes on his rant. Then Jetfire vanishes, causing Kup to straighten right up and once more withdraw his weapon from subspace. He activates his radio, letting others know of the possible breach. He cuts himself off, however, when Jetfire reappears.
He glances up as Springer announces his appearance, and gives the lad a faint smile. "Springer," he greets. Then he shakes his head faintly as Prowl falls into a fit of laughter, sighs, and asks Jetfire, "Look. You willing to listen now?"
"Here. I'll start. My name's Kup. Yours?"
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 12, 2009 23:04:27 GMT -5
There is a long, drawn out groan from somewhere under the folds of chute and Jetfire finally stops thrashing and goes still. Yep. Familiar rocks, and familiar voices. Mostly. And they're laughing at him. "...bollocks."
He's certain that the day could get worse, but he's hard pressed to see just how, at the moment. Especially seeing as how he doesn't have another spacebridge in him for the foreseeable future, even if his life depended on it. Hell, it still may.
"Not much choice in the matter now, eh?" he groans, and it may be noted that he sounds quite a bit more... sedate now than before.
There's some indistinct shuffling under the chute before Jetfire simply loses his patience and stabs his fingers upwards through the fabric, tearing a hole large enough to thrust his frilled head through. One Seeker, hold the body.
"Jetfire. Name's Jetfire," he replies, and then begins the ponderous process of trying to get himself pulled upright again, grumbling to himself about "less successful than usual," and "stupid navware," and his "aching bolts." A process only further complicated by the heavy lines of the landing chute and the fabric tangled throughout his structures now.
"Bah," he grouses. "Picked a rotten bad century to give up drinking."
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Post by Springer on Aug 12, 2009 23:17:02 GMT -5
Springer steps in, browridge cocking at the whole disappearing-and-reappearing act, as well as the things Kup says over radio.
And Kup has his musket out. Not a good sign. Springer crosses his arms behind his back, pulling a pistol out from subspace just in case.
"Jetfire, huh? Certainly don't look like the Jetfire I know, but things are kinda like that here. And since we seem to be introducing ourselves, I'm Springer."
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Post by Prowl on Aug 13, 2009 10:34:50 GMT -5
Prowl puts a hand to his helm as he regains his composure completely. It did feel good to laugh at something so absurd, but he had to remember it was still a Decepticon. That, and they were scoffing at the idea of leaving a war for any reason. A frown etches itself on his face as he steps backwards and crosses his arms at this thought.
"My name is Prowl," he says, attempting to distract himself slightly.
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Post by Kup on Aug 13, 2009 13:55:04 GMT -5
"Eh, any century's a bad one to give up drinking," Kup absently waves aside Jetfire's comment. He leans back against the console behind him, subspacing his rifle for the second time.
"Here's the deal. Something in this universe has been pulling Transformers from other universes over here. Other realities, and other times in those realities. We don't know what, we don't know who, we don't know how. It's just happening. You ever heard of the concept of alternate realities? Yeah, it's that. They've been appearing only at certain spots before, but now that we got those rocks," he gestures towards the rocks that are currently covered by the parachute, "they started showing up near them, too. Some folks are thinking that's a bit of this universe's Cybertron. We're going to find the rest, hoping for some answers."
Now he waves a hand aside. "Now, sounds like you were inna middle of a real crisis when you left? Tough. About half the people here can say the same. Best we can tell you is we're looking for answers, and we're going to try and help folks when we get 'em, but we can't just abandon this reality to the Decepticons that keep arriving. Considering time travel's involved in a lot of our cases, though, well... there's some hope that once we do figure things out, we can use that."
Kup shifts his weight, putting it all on his right foot while his left is propped up against the side of the terminal. "Now, you're looking a lot like the folks from Bumblebee an' Jazz and Skyblast's reality, but I gotta say, while they were all going on and on about some 'Allspark,' none of 'em mentioned any Matrix. You're saying that was lost on Earth, too? What, did your guys just use Earth as your species' ultra-powerful ancient artificat dumping ground, or something?"
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 14, 2009 15:21:57 GMT -5
"Aye to that," Jetfire mutters to Kup's comment about drinking. "So. Springer, Prowl, Kup. Whole new universe you say? Can't say as that's ever happened before. Wrong planet, oh, aye. Even the wrong star system a time or two, but Seekers take those risks, y'know. 'S why we're 'Seekers' and not 'Founders'; wouldn't be seeking if you had it in your grasp, now, would it?" he rambles absently. He seems to be taking the whole transplant and complete alteration of the universe as he knows it fairly well, all things considered, as he continues ripping away parachute and lines. He can't quite reach all of them tangled around and through his back, and so must finally concede the battle, turning to perch on the edge of the rocks with shreds of fabric and rope still dangling forlornly from his structures like cobwebs. What he wouldn't give for a good, stiff tanker of high octane right now... Especially when strange voices start chirping across his radio. "Jetfire you know, eh?" he muses to Springer with a deceptively calm voice. "The one who's also here in this... eh... universe?" he asks, darting his gaze over toward Kup again. "Your lads here are muckin' about on an unsecured frequency that's been compromised by a Decepticon, you realize." Yes, Jet-Twins. The geezer just tattled on you. "Some jumpy, excitable fellow name of 'Jetstorm'." The irony should be thick enough to taste after that one. "Wait. You said, 'on Earth, too'. What do'ya mean, 'too'? The Allspark wasn't on Earth! The Collector was! The Fallen built the Collector to harvest the Earth's sun to feed the Allspark! That's why the Primes had to hide the Matrix from him!" Clear as mud? Good. ooc: I am playing Jetfire with the assumption that the Seekers remaining on Earth would have been unaware of the Allspark's arrival, mainly because if they knew about it, then the Decepticons wouldn't have needed to be searching for it along with the Autobots all those years. Considering that Jetfire was "left behind" by the Fallen, I don't think it's too big a stretch that his communications, if not all of the Seekers' communications with other Decepticons, were pretty limited, thus also explaining why Jetfire wouldn't have been aware of the Allspark being on Earth. If Adminimus has any issue with this assumption, please let me know and I'll edit it as needed.
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Post by Springer on Aug 14, 2009 23:31:41 GMT -5
Springer stands by, a bit boggled, to be honest. How many of these Ridiculously Powerful Ancient Artifacts are there, really? This 'Allspark', the matrix, Vector Sigma, and his own universe's Magnificence...
Odd that such a mechanically-inclined race had such a common thread of these important devices with seemingly magical properties.
And then Jetfire mentions the other Jetfire here, and Springer winces at the news. "...well, that's one other Jetfire I know. And now I'm going to need to have a talk with him in regards to what to do in situations like that. He's a bit of a freshpaint. A little naive."
"Wait, hold up. Seeker? I'm...assuming that's going to mean something different in your universe that what the majority of us are used to."
However...Springer's going to let Kup field that last part. Springer hasn't spent any time with others from Jetfire's reality to know heads from tails as to what he's talking about in regards to that.
However, he's going to call Jetfire and tell him that they need to have a Talk.
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Post by Prowl on Aug 15, 2009 10:08:58 GMT -5
"Ah, another universe that has an AllSpark," Prowl notes. "Another familiarity. Perhaps some things of great power are the same throughout the many universes."
He doesn't have much to say, however, but instead thoughtfully listens to everything said. It's quite interesting, to say the least, as his expression shows, his head tilting upwards to watch Jetfire carefully with what he says. He frowns for a moment.
"You'll have to forgive me for my moment of, ah... Laughter, a moment ago," he says softly, "It is unlike me. I couldn't help myself. I have been trying to be more respectful to those that outrank myself. You seem to in years, at least."
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Post by Kup on Aug 15, 2009 22:06:14 GMT -5
"Personal frequencies are assumed to be unsecure around here, anyway," Kup grunts, twisting back to look at his terminal. "If they're just gabbing, that's one thing, long as they're not saying anything sensitive, all they're probably doing is annoying the 'Con."
He pauses, but doesn't yet make the move to let Jetfire out of the cage yet. "And I don't think it's you that brought you here. It's whatever brought the rest of us. Sometimes seems to like yanking folks outta transit, when it isn't yanking them right before when they'd die or right before they needa do something important."
Kup listens to Jetfire for awhile longer, then just sighs and shakes his head. "Right. I need a translator." And unfortunately, most of the others from Jetfire's reality are among those who stayed behind to guard the arrival points back at Gillanan III. However, there are a couple that have come along... he activates his radio.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 15, 2009 22:12:34 GMT -5
There is the roar of engines down the hall, the scream as their fuel is cut, and the thud as someone slows down by forcibly whamming into a wall.
The door slides open, and Skyblast peeks his head around, expression clearly curious.
Yes, he got here fast. Skyblast likes fast.
'Safe' is something of a negative, though.
He waves a hand at Kup and asks, "You called for me - whoa! Jetfire! He's a legend. A Decepticon legend."
Skyblast extrudes one smoky grey energon blade into the hand he's not using to cling to the door jamb.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 16, 2009 8:06:25 GMT -5
"What else would a Seeker be?" Jetfire asks, waving the end of his cane at Springer. "We seek, of course! Sent out by our leaders, the 13 Primes, to find suns for the Collector to harvest." Of course.
Jetfire cants a look at Prowl, his frills slowly rising with a faint quiver. So, first he's a joke to the whelp, and now he's old. The end of Jetfire's cane begins to slowly swing around towards Prowl as he straightens up-- until something twinges painfully along one back strut.
Fah. The whelp is right. He is old; in his younger days, he'd have been able to gate right back out of here again, cage or no cage. Of course, in his younger days, he wouldn't have needed to. Oh no. Everyone would have fled, trembling before his wrath!
Jetfire slumps again, his cane planting against the floor with a heavy thump as he shrugs. "Accepted."
"Huh," he replies to Kup's explanation. "How do you know that it's right before they die? If they're here, how would they know what happens where they were? Seems counter-intuitive to me. Unless you can see into the future, of course, but I've never met one who could do that. Useful sort of trick, that, even if it would take all of the fun out of living, knowing what would happen next all the time. Make things rather dull not to be surprised ever."
Jetfire would probably still be rambling on inanely, if not for that howl of jet engines from the corridor. He looks up curiously, and something in his expression brightens just a tad when Skyblast peeks around the door. Familiarity, at last.
Not that he knows Skyblast at all, but there's a comforting sort of familiarity in the smaller jet's aesthetic compared to these other three. And then to be hailed as a legend... Jetfire pulls himself out of his slouch, straightening up proudly despite the aches and the twinges and the pings in his armor and preens, just a little.
"Was," he corrects cheerfully. "I changed sides. Too much negativity. And the Fallen, disobeying the edict of the Primes. S'not right."
He leans forward toward Skyblast, bracing his free hand against one knee to keep from overbalancing. "The fleshling. He said that the Decepticons were winning. Is it... is it true?" Jetfire asks, and for one from his own universe who is used to reading these fractured, less human expressions, the old jet's desire for reassurance should be as transparent as water. Tell him that it isn't true, Skyblast. Tell Jetfire that the Autobots have rallied and that Sam hadn't known what he was talking about. Please?
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Post by Springer on Aug 16, 2009 18:26:16 GMT -5
Just when Springer had thought this place had thrown the craziest of stuff at him, Jetfire here goes and knocks that to the wind. "Th... thirteen Primes, leading at the same time? That's... Huh. That's certainly different. Most of us are used to just having one living Prime at a time." Prowl being the exception to the three in the room, but Prime is a whole different thing in his universe anyway.
Hm. At least Jetfire's loyal to these so-called Primes. Hopefully, said Primes are Autobots. ...er, good Autobots.
"And Seekers... Most of us know them as being a common Decepticon build type," he says, stepping aside a bit so he doesn't happen to be in Skyblast's way, should he get closer.
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Post by Prowl on Aug 16, 2009 22:04:01 GMT -5
Prowl hangs his head a little bit, looking a bit distraught for a brief moment. There goes his hopes of attempting to slightly redeem himself for being at least considered a small team player. At least he got an acceptance to his apology.
"I do not understand what is so shocking about various Primes," Prowl offers, a bit unhelpfully, "But as I understand, the rankings where I am from are a bit different."
He pauses, "A universe where the Decepticons aren't considered 'winning'? That's interesting. Where I'm from, most Autobots don't even see a Decepticon and live in fear of the name."
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Post by Kup on Aug 16, 2009 23:20:23 GMT -5
"Maaaan, can we stop playing 'random topic tango' and just agree that everyone's reality is different from everyone else's?" Kup asks, exasperated as the conversation continues to dart off in random directions. "None of us ain't gettin' any younger, especially this joker and me," he adds, jerking his thumb towards Jetfire as he speaks.
"Jetfire," Kup says, turning towards him. "We're dealing with different universes here. Now, in case that didn't sink in, I'll say it again. We're dealing with different universes here. There's some similarities, common threads and whatnot between the realities, but you'll just screw yourself up if you're thinking something that's some way where you're from is the same way where I'm from, or whatever."
"What that means is, you gotta explain things to us like you was talking to a complete outsider, 'cos a lot of the words you're using? Sure, we heard 'em, but they don't always mean the same thing to us that they do to you, got it? Now, Skyblast here," and now he gestures towards the small jet standing in the doorway, "is from your reality, so he might be able to help with the translating, but if we're going to get anywhere, you guys," and now Kup points to Springer and Prowl, "are going to have to stop jumping on every word he says and explaining how it is and isn't where you're from. We know it ain't the same where you're from, we can compare notes later!"
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