Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 9, 2007 22:54:28 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is torn up inside as Long Haul insists on returning to him, despite his push. Sure, he'd say that he wanted his friends back, as they were, but faced with one of them, he honestly has no idea what to do with him.
He glares at Emirate Xaaron as the tiny machine chastises him, and there is the thought of smacking him away. He suppresses it. Too much ill can come of violence out of anger. He's been reminded of that, just now, and the memory has not yet slipped away form him.
Instead, he focuses back on the comment about Decepticons. There, that's something he can do. He can make this place safe for Long Haul. That in mind, he reaches out to pick up Long Haul and stick him on his shoulder. It's clearly safer up there than down in the mud, lightning risk aside.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 9, 2007 23:28:40 GMT -5
"Yes sir," Nightbeat says, before starting over toward the dragon. Not that he's especially thrilled by the job, but... well, he's one of the Autobots with the most off-world experience. Dealing with strange creatures probably should fall to him.
"Hey there, little fellah," he says, getting a good grip on the least before removing the rock holding it there. "You're gonna be a good boy, right? We're gonna go take ya back to the Emirate. And you're not gonna try and take a chunk out of Uncle Nightbeat's thighs."
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 9, 2007 23:49:48 GMT -5
One moment Omega Supreme is pushing Long Haul away, and the next he's picking him up. The transport's optic band flashes bright and his arms wheel as he's lifted into the air, and it takes him a bit to gain his balance. "Woah... woah!"
"Uhm... okay," Long Haul comments, looking down. He's not afraid of heights; his team often builds on a rather grand scale, a fact which often calls for the scaling of considerable heights. However, without flight, he faces a rather tricky climb if he wants to get down. The transport scans the field and places one hand against Omega Supreme's head, both for balance and for the contact.
"I like being up here, Omega, but I've got a job to do, too!" He considers other reasons why he shouldn't stay put on the giant's shoulder, and points. "'Sides, m'dragon's down there!" A brief pause. "And my tools and welder. And my trumpet!" He considered Perceptor's advice, and added, "And we gotta get back to the city, and this ain't the best way to travel." Well, okay, they didn't have to get back to the city yet. Omega Supreme had at least until the arrival of Arcee and Swerve to keep Long Haul prisoner on his shoulder.
As for the dragon itself, it's been rather effectively muzzled by Xaaron. It takes a moment to growl at Nightbeat, an action that's about as threatening as an upset kitten, and then starts straining against the leash as it tries to make its way towards... Emirate Xaaron! He smells like mommy, and he has wings!
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 10, 2007 17:23:23 GMT -5
Xaaron's brusqueness garners only a mild glance from Perceptor - he is quickly distracted from whatever mounting irritation he may feel toward the Emirate by Nightbeat and the baby dragon he had been sent to retrieve. Given all the other difficulties they must surmount, Perceptor hopes there is time and opportunity enough to study the little creature as they tackle the other mysteries as well.
He is, however, frankly surprised that Long Haul had managed to keep Xaaron from abandoning it - or worse. Perceptor is rather certain that the creature's inclusion on this journey has nothing to do with Xaaron's whims or desires, regardless of who the dragon now strains toward, a certainty verified by Long Haul's words a few moments later.
OOC: sorry guys. I cannot brain today, for I have the dumb. Don't wanna hold anyone up, so, here, have an utterly uninspired post where Perceptor, for once, doesn't actually say anything. feh.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 10, 2007 22:15:58 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron mainly sent Nightbeat to look after the dragon because Nightbeat was handy and not liable to disagree. Idly, he wonders if he could bait Perceptor into eating the dragon out of sheer contrariness. No, Perceptor's probably too smart to fall for it. Still, the concept amuses.
He sighs when Omega Supreme grabs Long Haul and puts him on his shoulder. Well, at least the titan isn't being violent towards his own side. Improvements are improvements.
Emirate Xaaron squints at the dragon that Nightbeat is currently wrangling and says, "Long Haul, it's looking at me again!" Then, more to the dragon, he shoos, "You don't want to follow your Emirate right now. He's all muddy, and nice Mr. Nightbeat is going to bring you over for Dr. Perceptor to examine."
Primus. This is what Emirate Xaaron is reduced to doing?
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 10, 2007 22:57:41 GMT -5
Long Haul is complaining about how he doesn't have his trumpet, toolkit, dragon, or other stuff up there. He could just set Long Haul down. Instead, he picks up Long Haul's stuff, minus the dragon, and sets it on his shoulder next to Long Haul and proclaims, "Problem: solved."
Then Omega Supreme looks at Nightbeat, who has the dragon. He could pick them up and put them on his other shoulder. There'd be room. However, just picking up strange Autobots is generally a bad idea, so he instead requests, "Elevation: permissible?"
Then Long Haul will have all his stuff, and he'll have no reason to leave Omega Supreme's shoulder.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 11, 2007 20:18:50 GMT -5
Nightbeat counts himself very lucky that he's able to keep a straight face. Watching a respected Autobot and well-known "wiley old buzzard" reduced to near whining about a little dragon-thing would be enough to send most other mechanoids into fits of snickers if not outright laughter.
"Er, sure, why not. Thanks, big fellah."
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 11, 2007 20:28:10 GMT -5
Long Haul collects up his tools, weapon, and trumpet, grumbling a little as he does. "Xaaron, we ain't seen no indication his kind has got any eye lasers. He won't do any harm by looking!" And besides, apparently both dragon and Nightbeat will shortly be relocated to Omega Supreme's shoulder.
Luckily, the rain is not so thick as to make the footing difficult, but still, Long Haul points out, "We can't all just hang out on your shoulders forever, Omega. Those other two who were on the radio should be meeting up with us soon, and then we're going to have to move on." Still, until the other group shows up, there are no pressing matters. Long Haul settles down to wait. He sits down and actually leans against Omega's head.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 12, 2007 5:06:26 GMT -5
Perceptor perks up visibly at Xaaron's suggestion that he look the baby dragon over. The Emirate's banter with the creature gets nary even a glance, as Perceptor is in the habit of similar cajoling at less animate objects he is focused on, and such exchanges are... something of commonplace around the Earth based forces.
Omega Supreme's offer a moment later to pick Nightbeat, and one would presume the baby dragon as well, up and lift them to join Long Haul quells his cheerful anticipation. Ah well. Time enough, he hopes, later to study the dragonette.
"Perhaps I should check on Arcee and Swerve's position and get an estimate on their arrival," he offers Xaaron, instead.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 12, 2007 18:13:20 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron rubs his head and notes down that his last exchange, officially, did not happen. He bites his lip as Omega Supreme requests to pick up Nightbeat and the dragon. He doe not need to get into an argument right now, he repeats to himself. Instead, he suggests, "Keep a watch up there, Nightbeat."
He notes how Perceptor perks up over the prospect of examining the dragon. He shall have to remember that. It gives him a lever, of sorts.
Emirate Xaaron suggests, "And their fuel status. I know that Omega Supreme has to be getting down low, but it may be more worthwhile for him to transport all of us back. It may not. The fuel expenditure estimates would be greatly appreciated."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 12, 2007 19:27:26 GMT -5
Omega Supreme picks up Nightbeat and the dragon, then. He scoops them up and sets them down on his other shoulder. He's unnerved by Long Haul leaning against him, but he doesn't say anything about it. He stands up straight.
He states his fuel levels, "18%."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 13, 2007 1:14:03 GMT -5
It's a little disconcerting to be up so high, but it'll give Nightbeat a good chance to get the lay of the land. Maybe not exactly what Xaaron wanted, but Nightbeat's always been one to play fast and lose with orders when he could anyway.
"Aye, aye, Emirate," he says. "Nothing out there I can see."
18%, huh? Not dangerously low, not yet, but he'd certainly prefer it if the giant Autobot was a bit more topped up. Anybody who could kill Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Rumble, Frenzy, and Buzzsaw in one go and nearly Megatron too was a useful ally to have.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 13, 2007 6:03:31 GMT -5
Long Haul braces himself for balance as Omega Supreme stands up, and grunts softly in annoyance. This was so totally in the wrong direction! He inclines his head to Nightbeat as the other is placed on Omega's shoulder and then stands up to scramble over to the dragon. "Heya. Nightbeat, right?" he asks by way of greeting. He doesn't introduce himself, because he's finding that in this strange land, that's largely unnecessary.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 13, 2007 19:20:50 GMT -5
Perceptor nods at Xaaron's suggestion, replying, "Requesting now," before sending a transmission over the broadband for that very information.
Omega Supreme's fuel status is filed away and added to his calculations. A use of 28% of his remaining fuel reserves to make this rendezvous point via rocket flight. If this truly was a midpoint between the beach and the settlement on the river, that would reduce Omega Supreme's fuel reserve to a potential 11% of his normal total fuel capacity to transport everyone in the same manner back to the settlement.
Perceptor frowned thoughtfully. Perhaps - hopefully - Synapse might locate them all some additional resources while he was out scouting the surrounding area, and beyond.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 13, 2007 20:12:30 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron does a ‘state of the wily old buzzard' assessment. The rain has washed off most of the muck, but he’s wet. The wings are still strapped to his back, but he has no better way to carry them. Nightbeat is up where he can easily spot trouble. Omega Supreme is not trying to kill Long Haul. Perceptor is determining fuel issues. Arcee and Swerve will be arriving shortly. Synapse is doubtless gathering useful information.
He won’t call it good. That just breeds laziness.
So he starts seeking out rocks, which are small to him but probably decent sized to whoever used to inhabit this place, and starts arraying them in various patterns.
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