Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on May 29, 2007 22:37:34 GMT -5
Well, this is bad.
Nightbeat takes several steps away from Omega Supreme, closer to Synapse and Perceptor. One hand drops down to draw his pistol, but he knows it's a futile gesture. Nothing he's got weapon-wise would stand a chance of hurting the behemoth that is Omega Supreme, and he doesn't especially want to fire on an Autobot anyway.
Of course, he will if he has to.
"Time travel, remember, Omega? This guy sounds like he's from before whatever he did to do you wrong."
Granted, he doesn't believe for a second that the Constructicons were once Autobots--alternate realities can't be that screwed up--but the big fellah needs calming down.
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Post by Perceptor on May 30, 2007 9:59:36 GMT -5
Perceptor does, indeed, see Omega Supreme coming, moving to loom at optic level; the scientist stands his ground. Perhaps a mech as observant as Nightbeat will note the too-stiff cant of Perceptor's posture as he struggles to remain motionless. He is no coward, but this is a mech, a former Sentinal, capable of smashing him into scrap ingots without much thought at all, and little, if any, resistance. He will not, however, leave Long Haul, or any of them, for that matter, to face Omega Supreme or any other opponent, alone. Later, he will look back and wonder how he managed such a thing, but he stands his ground, unflinching.
Arms crossed over his chest - however stiffly - Perceptor stares evenly at Omega Supreme, face to face. His voice, when he speaks, holds no more request in it than Omega Supreme's had.
"Long Haul is awaiting my request for a beacon, a request which I will only send if you agree to transport us with you when you leave to find it. Either we all join Long Haul and Emirate Xaaron, or or we all remain here to await their eventual arrival."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on May 30, 2007 11:20:52 GMT -5
OOC: Uhm... shouldn't have gone, Very, very sorry. Not sure what to do. Ignore this?
Omega Supreme ignores how Nightbeat has withdrawn his weapon in the way that a bear ignores a gnat with a gnatty little switchblade. He is unmoving and unmoved as Perceptor lays down his ultimatum. He growls, “Negative. Long Haul: treacherous.”
He may have the other Autobots fooled, but Omega Supreme isn’t buying that tidy little story until he has proof. He isn’t going to haul the rest of the Autobot back to what will assuredly be a trap set by Long Haul, and he refuses to allow he dump truck to arrive on his own terms. He tries, brokenly, to explain, “Trap: likely. Location. Now.”
There is another Autobot with Long Haul, isn’t there? That Emirate guy. He could be in danger as they stand here, speaking futilely. Of course, if he happens to be at the same location as Long Haul…
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on May 30, 2007 15:59:05 GMT -5
This is, rather quickly, going south, as Nightbeat relays in a private message to the good Emirate.
Right now, however, he's concerned with not letting this Perceptor get squished like a bug by the giant Autobot.
"This arguing isn't doing any of us any good," he says. "And as much as I do appreciate a good yelling match... Only way any of us are gonna survive is if we work together."
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on May 30, 2007 22:12:18 GMT -5
Synapse honestly thought his systems would freeze when he saw Omega Supreme's large form moving slowly towards them. But the huge mech had stopped before panicking Synapse any further. He watches as Perceptor and the Guardian resume talking. It's when things seem to be spiraling a little too far down for comfort that he feels the need to say something.
"H-hey! L-long Haul's a g-good guy, really." He really can't believe that he's trying to talk back to Omega Supreme at the moment, but if he can contribute anything in keeping the Guardian from doing something entirely unnecessary...Synapse tries to draw himself together. "I honestly thought he was a Constructicon at first, I mean he is a Construti-something but-" Honestly this isn't helping, redo. "I thought he was as bad as they come, but he really isn't. No one can pull of that kind of, well, innocence and confusion when Perceptor told him what he had done to you and Crystal City."
There, his two cents, however much they're worth.
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Post by Perceptor on May 30, 2007 22:18:00 GMT -5
"Neither of us is yelling," Perceptor observes mildly, not moving and not taking his optics off of Omega Supreme. "And working together is precisely what I am advocating."
Perceptor is well aware that he is likely to end up at the business end of one of the former Sentinel's weapons soon, but he cannot abandon the attempt to reason with the other mech. Hopefully between Synapse's and his own explanations, and Nightbeat's calm, they might yet achieve that.
"If Long Haul had intended to betray us and lay a trap, then why, Omega Supreme, would he have waited until after our rendezvous with you, until after your addition to our number, which he was well aware would take place, rather than dispatching Synapse, Xaaron, and myself last night as we rested? That would have allowed him the opportunity to intercept you - or not - on the grounds of his choosing at the time of his choosing to better effect an ambush capable of disabling your considerable capabilities. Although stated somewhat disjointedly, Synapse is correct; this Long Haul is a 'good guy'. I only ask that you allow us to accompany you when you go to determine such for yourself."
He continues to stand firm - and markedly silent on Long Haul's position.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on May 31, 2007 8:14:38 GMT -5
Perceptor is correct, as usual. Omega Supreme isn't yelling. He's just naturally loud. He's also someone who should never, ever, sing opera.
He turns his gaze to Nightbeat and then to Synapse, where it stops for a while. Jittery little guy, the teal one is. Also hopelessly deluded to believe Long Haul's lies. The Constructicons were all innocence and remorse when they told him that he had fixed them. They were lying then.
He straightens out and crosses his arms, considering Perceptor's argument. Then, Omega Supreme holds out his talon arm, gesturing, and declares, "Planning skills: poor." Long Haul was never the brightest of Constructicons. "Options: unacceptable. Alternative: meet halfway."
Get Long Haul out of his comfortable little trap-nest. Omega Supreme will get there before Long Haul, too, to secure the area for his comrades.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on May 31, 2007 12:58:19 GMT -5
Well, a compromise is better than nothing, even if Nightbeat's not exactly sure what a compromise in this case would be.
"Guess that means we wait for them to come to us then," he says.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on May 31, 2007 16:46:09 GMT -5
Synapse has never thought of himself ever as hoplessly deluded, and he isn't going to start thinking so unless someone suggests it.
A half-way point doesn't sound too bad though, only thing is now there won't be any chance of quickly finding escape routes if things do go wrong. Wait, escape routes are definitely still possible to find. Further in the forest, Synapse's nodes are still carefully mapping out and transmitting the landscape to him. Now if they can just find a meeting point, maybe he can get something to Long Haul and Emirate Xaaron...provided he knows their comm frequencies, which he doesn't. But he does know Perceptor's.
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Post by Perceptor on May 31, 2007 20:34:20 GMT -5
Perceptor nods after a moment, having cleared everything with Long Haul and Xaaron.
"Meeting at a midpoint is acceptable. Synapse, could you please forward any pertinent data to Xaaron and Omega Supreme?" Perceptor asks, privately comming him Xaaron, Long Haul's and Omega Supreme's comm codes.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on May 31, 2007 21:31:47 GMT -5
No, Nightbeat. It means that they get up and move halfway. Maybe that would be clearer if Omega Supreme didn't leave out half the words in a normal sentence.
Omega Supreme isn't aware of Synapse's scouting capabilities. With Long Haul so near to his grasp, he is even less likely to be curious about extraneous details than he usually is. He just hopes that Xaaron is sensible enough to not inform that filthy little dump truck of any useful information. After one last glower, he transforms down into base mode, pops open his door and sends down the gangplank. Come one, come all, Omega's giving out rides today!
Somehow, the rocket base manages to look impatient.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on May 31, 2007 21:44:20 GMT -5
Well, even the universe's greatest detective is allowed to be wrong every now and then. Not that he'd ever admit it. At least not when sober anyway.
"All aboard, then," he says, heading up the gangplank.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jun 1, 2007 16:56:19 GMT -5
Synapse stops and transmits the details of the terrain between the city and the beach that he has managed to gather to the whole group, giving Omega Supreme the information with a hesitant pause, but he does it.
He refrains from entering the rocket base though. Of all things, he prefers providing his own transport when in the air. It's usually much more reliable. Safer though? Who knows.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 1, 2007 18:28:39 GMT -5
Perceptor is glad to see Synapse opting to transport himself; although they should be working harder to conserve fuel, having an advance scout, or even just another mech capable of zipping over to assist Xaaron and Long Haul puts Perceptor a little more at ease about this whole situation.
"Thank you Omega Supreme," he offers simply as he follows NIghtbeat up the gangplank. Hopefully all this worry and caution will be unnecessary in the end. He settled to a seat inside for what is likely to be a brief and bumpy ride, given the mech's impatience.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 1, 2007 23:03:19 GMT -5
Omega Supreme accepts the information from Synapse and processes through it. After Perceptor boards, he waits for Synapse to board, as well. Then it occurs to him that perhaps Synapse is not boarding. He is a space ship, is he not?
On a day when he is feeling less hasty, he would give a last call to make sure. Today is a not a day for waiting. As soon as Nightbeat and Perceptor have secured themselves, he retracts the gangplank and closes up his door, the door sealing up with a hiss.
He starts the countdown to launch, "Five... four..."
Omega Supreme hopes that Synapse gets out of the way. The whole beach below him is going to be hot glass shortly.
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