Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 1, 2007 23:20:45 GMT -5
Well, thought Nightbeat, here we go. Here's to hopin' it doesn't get too nasty.
Like having to keep a giant Autobot from killing another Autobot who might really be a Decepticon or he might not. Time travel made his head hurt.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jun 2, 2007 12:36:40 GMT -5
Quickly realizing that staying on the beach while Omega Supreme is blasting off is not a good idea, Synapse transforms and takes to air.
Calculating a mid-way point on the maps isn't terribly difficult. He just isn't sure if his midway point is the same as Long Haul and Emirate Xaaron's. Zipping ahead of Omega Supreme, he makes towards their destination.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 2, 2007 15:14:08 GMT -5
Everything is in motion. There's little left that Perceptor can do for now except brace himself for the flight and landing, and pray that everyone walks away from this confrontation intact.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 2, 2007 19:57:47 GMT -5
Some of them aren't going into the confrontation intact, unfortunately.
Once Synapse is away, Omega Supreme blasts off to cries of seabirds. Beneath him, the sand melts, glowing white-hot, and recools in his wake, forming a solid, glassy surface, like fulgurite left after Thor threw down his hammer.
He cannot shake the feeling that this is going to be a trap and is thankful that Synapse is travelling separately... unless he's working for Long Haul, secretly. He could be. He's sort of green.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 2, 2007 22:38:47 GMT -5
Nightbeat keeps silent during the travel. He's not really one for small talk anyway, and really, what could he possibly say to some egghead like Perceptor? Even if it's not the Perceptor he's familiar with.
Well, at least nothing on this planet could possibly be as bad as Thunderwing and the Matrix monster.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jun 2, 2007 23:01:09 GMT -5
Not quite realizing the mistake that he has made over the radio waves, Synapse forges ahead. He is also quite unaware that green is a bit of a negative color in the eyes of Omega Supreme. The latter is probably something he best not know though.
Mid-way comes up very quickly and he scans the area from above as well as below as his nodes rush around to play catch-up with him. He passes the point by a few hundred meters. Omega Supreme will need a place to land and Synapse has no intention of being anywhere near those large boosters as they spew fire and smoke.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 3, 2007 4:34:37 GMT -5
Perceptor had been, of course, assuming a given value of "intact."
Perceptor isn't trying to be rude, however, with little else to do in the confines of Omega Supreme's rocket, and little in the way of interpersonal relationship skills, Perceptor has already turned his CPU back to the task of sorting through the information he has at hand to come up with better calculations for their position. He isn't given to brooding, and with everything in motion, there's not much left he can affect, for the moment.
It has occured to hm, though, that, should the opportunity arise, not only does he theoretically have at hand for study a CPU and core undamaged by the Robosmasher, but with Omega Supreme's addition, the Sentinal's damaged CPU and core would assist on shedding light on exactly what it was that the Robosmasher had done. If, of course, everyone survives this confrontation, and then agrees to allow Perceptor the chance to study them.
Those thoughts get filed away for later, for a time when he may have access to better facilities in which to work. Even if he has to construct those facilities himself with his own two hands. Probably just as well, anyway - the likelyhood of anything existing to meet his rigorous specifications is... slim.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 3, 2007 10:38:08 GMT -5
What, does Omega Supreme need to crack out an in-flight movie? Johnny-5, perhaps?
Omega Supreme was never designed with his passengers' comfort in mind. Given that the other Guardians could not even transform, he really wasn't designed with passengers in mind at all.
OOC: Insofar as travel RP where no one talks is fairly dull, want to say that we get there either my next post or the one after?
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 3, 2007 12:53:31 GMT -5
And Nightbeat? Nightbeat just wasn't designed for playing with others, even if he was more fond of Siren and Hosehead than he'd really admit.
And as much as he loved solving mysteries, this was a bigger myserty than even he could solve. Not that he'd admit that either, of course.
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((OOC: Fine by me. :-) ))
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jun 3, 2007 21:09:17 GMT -5
Synapse doesn't know to be infinitely relieved that he didn't take the offered lift from Omega Supreme. Awkward silences in awkward places just aren't his forte.
He lands a good distance away from what he hopes will be the Guardian's landing point. Now he just has to wait for the others to arrive as he surveys the rest of the area in more detail.
OOC: Go right ahead!
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 3, 2007 21:47:00 GMT -5
Silence for Perceptor, are less "awkward" and more often the norm. He isn't one for small talk, especially when he has a puzzle to solve.
Ironic, really; given their love of solving puzzles, Perceptor and Nightbeat should have more to talk about. Too bad they've both grown accustomed to doing so on their own.
In other words, for the layman, Perceptor is quiet, thinking deep thoughts.
OOC: By all means. Goferit.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 3, 2007 21:59:36 GMT -5
When Omega Supreme lands, he sort of just flops down on his side, inadvertently digging a trench in the ground, through the solid steel road. Then, the base component appears and hoists the rocket back up into an erect position. The whole landing and transformation is more awkward than the silence, to be honest. It's what comes of adding a transformation to something never meant to transform.
He announces, "Transportation: complete." Now they wait, and the time cannot come too soon. Omega Supreme does not open his door just yet, but it isn't locked, if anyone wishes to try it.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 3, 2007 23:10:06 GMT -5
"Can't believe Xaaron's actually here," Nightbeat says after a moment. "I mean, he's wiley old buzzard... but not the first guy I think of for bein' out in the field."
Of course, he had read about the Emirate's fight with Flame, but that was even more unbelievable and if he didn't trust most of the parties involved... Well, would you believe in zombies?
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 4, 2007 8:10:30 GMT -5
The sky overhead darkens with the gathering of clouds, but the Cybertronian dump truck continues unheeding along the beach side road. Out in the distance, to the north, the fall of rain can be spotted further out from the beach, but the storm is on the move; it will be a wet reunion. Shortly, Xaaron and Long Haul can see the distant structure of Omega Supreme's rocket-and-base mode, and soon after, Omega Supreme and those in his area should be able to see them: a lime green Cybertronian dump truck with deep purple windows and the Autobot emblem proudly emblazoned on its front grill. In its bed are two folded dragon wings; tied to one wing a small silver dragon which has given up on snapping at Xaaron and is instead gnawing (uselessly) at its bonds. Also in its bed is the small, golden form of Xaaron himself.
"Here goes nothing," Long Haul murmurs, a bit nervously.
OOC: Cross-posted from the Zoo Arrival and Meetings thread. That thread has been closed, and will continue here.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jun 4, 2007 12:27:59 GMT -5
With the darkening sky, Synapse's apprehension grows. The only storms he's ever known are the ones of acid rain on Cybertron. No one has informed him yet that perhaps there something else other than acid that can fall from the skies.
He darts quickly towards the makeshift shelter that is Omega Supreme, but pauses as a flash of lime green enters one section of his vision. One of his nodes has picked up a visual of Long Haul rolling in their direction. It doesn't stop to verify for too long, like its companion, it is rushing to pick up the last bits of information before returning back to Synapse.
Why is Emirate Xaaron sitting next to a dragon?
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