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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 6, 2009 20:57:19 GMT -5
Day Two, after 1-Up Mushroom
Emirate Xaaron is more rattled by Rodimus Prime's words and more rattled than he will ever show, he needs to speak with Rodimus Prime, however, so he simply wait in their room.
Rodimus Prime has to return sometime.
And sometime is time enough for Emirate Xaaron to compose himself as he sits on his berth, knee drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around his leg, staring at the opposite wall.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 6, 2009 23:52:32 GMT -5
It's a big ship. Strictly speaking, Rodimus doesn't have to return to his room. But it would defeat the whole purpose of sharing it with Emirate Xaaron, of all people, if he didn't.
Anyway, he returns now, various games having been wrapped up, and stifles a yawn. Amazing how Transformers seem instilled with such behavior. He nods towards the room's other occupant, "Hey, Xaaron," as he heads towards his bunk and removes a datapad from subspace.
"You don't mind if I turn on some music, do you?" he asks as he settles down.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 7, 2009 14:23:07 GMT -5
Sure. Rodimus Prime could go pass out anywhere, but the gilded canary would get suspicious and go looking for him, eventually.
Emirate Xaaron shrugs at the suggestion of music. It isn't to his taste, but he has more important things to do than complain.
He raises a finger and starts, "I wanted to speak to you. In a less public setting." Hence why he didn't speak to him earlier.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 7, 2009 22:43:39 GMT -5
"Well, this counts, then," Rodimus answers, turning on his music, as threatened. For now, he decides against using an external sound system and just kicks on his own radio, flopping into his bunk.
"What's on your mind, bossman?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 8, 2009 21:21:54 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron twitches momentarily at the music but stifles his reaction.
He pushes off his own bunk and stands. He's short, and the Prime is quite tall, even seated. he takes a few steps closer to Rodimus Prime and leans, as if to confide a secret.
"Special teams."
"We could use some. I've told engineering to get to work on it but to keep it quiet, for now."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 9, 2009 7:19:42 GMT -5
Rodimus perks up, and his music turns down. He peers up at Emirate Xaaron and sets aside his datapad, thoughtful frown set on his expression.
"Special teams? I mean, sure, we could you some, but.... we don't really have any logical subgroup types, do we?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 9, 2009 21:07:10 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron rubs his chin and flings out his other arm, gesturing. "Ah. But we do! We have quite a few individual members from several different teams. And in one reality, any special team can interchange with any other team! Imagine if we could do that here!"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 9, 2009 21:47:56 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics open wide as he considers that. "That's... that's brilliant! We don't have to sit and wait for fate to provide us with a complete team..." he then frowns and sets his datapad down, then turns part way off his berth to look up at Emirate Xaaron once more, leaning forward.
"But different combiners have different personalities. How will that... would that be safe for the minds of the team members?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 10, 2009 22:03:22 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has to admit, "I really don't know. But if one reality did it, it can be done again. it'll be up to medical to make it safe."
Since they cannot afford to break any minds trying.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 11, 2009 7:46:38 GMT -5
"It'll be a big advantage if we can pull it off," Rodimus admits, turning so that he is sitting on the edge of his berth instead of lounging in it, next to the spot where Emirate Xaaron stands. He looks up, but not at anything in particular, just off in the distance, optics narrowed in thought.
"It's only a matter of time before the Decepticons copy it, but then... how long will it be before they try something like this on their own, anyway? We need to do it first." Then he pauses for a moment, and his optics brighten. "Just imagine what an edge this could be if we can bring it back with us!" he exclaims.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 12, 2009 18:15:59 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron points out, "The Decepticons won't care if they break minds trying to perfect the process. In some Decepticons, the difference is negligible."
"The Decepticons also have two Constructicons, and the Constructicons in Long Haul's reality created the special teams process."
He tilts his head to one side and confesses, "I'd like to have Intel kidnap one or both of them for interrogation."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 12, 2009 21:30:21 GMT -5
"So on other words, we haven't even started yet and the Decepticons already have the lead," Rodimus grumbles, rubbing his chin. He moves himself back a little on his berth so that he can lean against the attached wall and brings his right foot onto the edge of it, leg propped up so he can rest his wrist on his knee.
He gives Xaaron a thoughtful nod when he mentions wanting to kidnap the Constructicons. "Fair enough, but how do you keep Omega from killing them once you have them?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 13, 2009 9:57:25 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron sighs and nods. "That is an unfortunately apt way of putting it, Prime."
He grimaces and rubs the side of his head. "I hadn't thought about that, honestly. Just don't let him know?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 13, 2009 17:10:28 GMT -5
"Hmm. That'll go over well!" Rodimus answers, a wry smile on his face. "Though I think at this point, most people we've got'll understand why. Or if not, it won't be long until they figure it out!"
He looks up at Emirate Xaaron. "Anything else, then?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 13, 2009 21:34:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron feels better that the boy Prime doesn't seem to have any better ideas, either. He even smirks slightly. Emirate Xaaron shakes his head. "I'm going to get Intel on it. Just wanted to tell you first. Is there anything you need of me?"
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