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Post by Long Haul on Jun 18, 2007 20:31:04 GMT -5
Long Haul had just decided that Oil Racing, or whatever it was called, sounded like a leaking stupid hobby when Perceptor said the "H" word. He had hoped to at least get Omega Supreme back to the city before that got brought up! Of course, this totally means he doesn't get to hold anything against Perceptor for waiting a few hours before telling him about his horrible future, but he hadn't really done that, anyway. He does, however, get to glare at Perecptor right up until the point he when he is removed from Omega Supreme's shoulder and set on the ground. He tries his best to continue to hold onto the other's claw, however.
The transport looked sadly up at his friend. "Yeah, Omega. I knew. Perceptor told me 'bout what happens yesterday evening. I... I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I called out over the defense and maintenance freq. I figured few enough here would know it, if there was anyone. Hook answered, and yelled at me for not using the 'Constructicon' frequency." Long Haul looked at Emirate Xaaron. "I had only just heard the word 'Constructicon' for the first time a few minutes earlier. Hook repeating it was what told me they was telling me the truth after all. I'm already starting to hate that word."
Then he looked back up at Omega Supreme. "Hook had said I shouldn't use that frequency 'cos of you. At the time, I didn't even understand why.. didn't understand why..." the transport trails off, and finally shrugs.
"I can't accept him as... as unsavable, Omega. I just can't. 'Hopeless' means a situation what has no hope. So... so as long as someone's hoping about something, it ain't hopeless. I can't let Hook become hopeless. Since I've come here, everyone's been telling me about how I need to be afraid of alla the folks what used to mean the most to me. Hook, Scrapper, Bonecrusher, Scavenger, Mixmaster... you. If I'm gonna let that much fear in me, I gotta keep some hope in me, too, to balance it out."
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Post by Swerve on Jun 18, 2007 21:16:35 GMT -5
Gladiators? Whatever. To Swerve, it's just racing – really ugly racing, sure, but still racing. He'll take Xaaron at his word about the rock, even if he'd rather tell him where he can shove the stupid thing along with his stupid questions and his stupid attitude and his stupid talk of breaking into teams.
"…Wait, what?" He stares openly at Xaaron in a mix of bemusement and disgust.
Rather like Nightbeat, though neither knows it, Swerve is less than pleased at the idea of being sent off with a group. He figured splitting up meant doing so separately. You know, one by one. He'd have been all for that. But no, he's supposed to truck off with the detective, the femme – well, she isn't bad, really – and the mouthpiece. For that matter, he wasn't expecting Perceptor-the-talkative-brainiac-on-the-radio to be the one with the big gun on his shoulder. He might learn to dislike surprises even more if things keep up like this.
"Sure," he grumbles at length, throwing up his hands in exasperated resignation, "whatever, oldtimer. Long as it gets me moving again." This is enough for him; he doesn't know who Hook is and doesn't really care right now, either. He picks a direction and stalks away by a few paces to cool off before anything in his head can start crackling.
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jun 18, 2007 22:37:35 GMT -5
"That works for me," Arcee says, defaulting into solider mode. Taking orders and carrying them out, that's something she understands. And it'll take her mind off everything, from what she's experienced to what she's heard about the future.
And to Perceptor, //I'd like that, thank-you.//
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 18, 2007 23:22:26 GMT -5
Has anyone mentioned yet that Perceptor's social skills probably score in the negative values? No? It should be noted then. Even so, even Perceptor can catch the drift on that glare of Long Haul's, even through the visor.
Utterly unscientific words that would likely scandalize at least two mechs present if he actually voiced them leap into his CPU and are quickly censored. Brilliant he may be, but cleverness? Lacking at times.
Long Haul answers the question directed at both of them, precluding the necesity for Perceptor to do so as well. He does add, however, "I agree with Long Haul. It may yet be possible to attempt to repair what was done, but I will require your help and Long Haul's help. Primarily, however, for now we need your patience."
Distractedly, he offers to Xaaron, "Acceptable. Thank you Emirate Xaaron."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 19, 2007 7:09:25 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron covers his face with a hand and bites back a curse in the old tongue, when curses really were, well, curses. This Omega Supreme versus Constructicons issue is going to be an on-going problem, he sees.
He drops the hand to his side and lets it hang loosely. He intakes a draft of air and lets it percolate through his coolant systems. This world tastes different than Cybertron does. Strange, foreign, spicy. He lets it go. Then, Emirate Xaaron looks over at Omega Supreme and crosses his arms. He reminds, "Whatever you may wish to do, you cannot do it if you drop dead of low fuel. Get in gear and come along, because I don't want to hear it from Long Haul when he'd have to figure out how to haul your knocked-out body to safety."
Emirate Xaaron nods to the away team, and acting as if Omega Supreme will obey or at least not throw a monkey wrench in the overall plan, because if he doesn't, this is all for naught. He replies, "Just doing my job. You may as well start planning your path. Follow Perceptor's bead." Because Perceptor can totally triangulate where a power station is by looking at a satellite dish. He's just that good. They teach that sort of thing in ninja school.
Wait, it was the Science Academy that did that, not ninja school.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 19, 2007 18:32:37 GMT -5
Omega Supreme glowers. He cannot believe this. Of course it was too good to be true. Long Haul is returned to him. It's just that, evidently, Long Haul was a wretched little sneak even before the robo-smasher had its way with him. Perhaps it wasn't the robo-smasher at all that did the Constructions in. Perhaps it was the rottenness in their own souls.
The giant shakes. How dare he impugn their memory that way? But they're perfect in his memories, and if they're perfect, they were never real. It's easier to think that perhaps there was something was wrong from the start, that there was a serpent in Eden, than to think that some dumb, unfeeling machine with neither will nor malice brought him so low.
Both Long Haul and Perceptor suggest that Hook might be able to be fixed. Omega Supreme knows better and growls, "Repair: impossible."
He glares at Emirate Xaaron, but the strange fellow has a point. On his darkest days, Omega Supreme has seen his end shortly after the Constructicons' own. Ending them is a reason to go on, but not a reason to live. Protecting Long Haul gives him a reason to truly live again, and he's no good to Long Haul spent. Grunting, he straightens back up and looks back in the direction of the city.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 19, 2007 18:42:11 GMT -5
Frankly, at this point, Nightbeat's just glad he's going to be getting away from Xaaron and Omega Supreme and Long Haul. It's all way more complicated than he wants to deal with and frankly, trying to talk down giant Autobots with the ability to squish him wasn't in his job description.
Of course, neither was shooting a crazy Decepticon Pretender possessed by a corrupted Matrix out an airlock with a harpoon gun minutes after you woke up from being tortured.
If it wasn't for that fact that he didn't get paid in the first place, he'd be asking for a raise.
"We ready to go then?" he asks Perceptor.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 19, 2007 18:59:52 GMT -5
The Constructibot trembles under the force of the giant's glower, and his head starts to lower, but he raises it again, and does not look away until Omega Supreme turns towards the city. Then he bends over to pick up the silver dragon and says softly, "But weren't you just sayin' how even the dead can be brought back to life?" before he hands the dragon, still muzzled, off to Xaaron1 and transforms.
"Guess it's time we headed back, then," he says, voice still subdued.
1 Hopefully the Emirate will accept it. Otherwise we might learn if baby dragons can bounce!
OOC: Time to split threads. I'm cross-posting this to a new thread, "Southbound Autobots." Perceptor, Swerve, Arcee, Nightbeat: any one of you can start a new thread for the Station-bound Autobots.
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