Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 13, 2007 20:44:52 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is used to having passengers. Having folks (and a dragon) on his shoulders really doesn’t bother him. He wonders if he has enough room to add the other three Autobots. His shoulders are clearly the safest place here, and if the situation is as critical as they say…
Well, he could transform to defense base mode, which is even safer, but he’d have to let Long Haul off his shoulder for that.
Omega Supreme cannot be having that!
So he instead looks around, slowly turning around in a circle.
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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 14, 2007 17:22:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's me," Nightbeat says, in answer to Long Haul's question. Seeing an Autobot symbol on someone he's always thought of as a Decepticon was strange to say the least, but Nightbeat was also generally of the opinion that so long as no one was shooting at him, things were probably going all right.
Autobots named Arcee and Swerve were out there somewhere. Neither was a name he recognized, so he didn't exactly know what to look for. Odds were good they had ground-bound alternate mods though.
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 14, 2007 17:47:17 GMT -5
Long Haul nods in response. "Pleased to meetcha," he answers as he holds his hand against the mecha-dragon's head. As before, the dragon rubs against Long Haul's hand, and the Constructibot quickly figures out that if he sort of scratches behind the creature's head, the creature seems to enjoy it. Then the dragon looks up at Long Haul and begins pawing at his makeshift muzzle.
"Nope!" Long Haul answers as he picks the dragon up. "Not until you figger out people ain't food! I din't let you be food for peoples, so peoples can't be food for you!"
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Post by Swerve on Jun 14, 2007 18:42:02 GMT -5
Swerve is just about to wonder where the smelt they're supposed to meet up with this other group when he spots… a huge mech towering over the landscape. Not leagues off, but far enough away to realise how massive he must be.
They make 'em that big? A keen audio might catch the slight hiccough in the hum of his engine, but it's a scant fraction of a second and he doesn't back off the speed. He isn't worried or anything like that, he's just… surprised. Really surprised.
"Anybody you know?" he can't help asking Arcee.
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Jun 14, 2007 18:45:17 GMT -5
"That's Omega Supreme," Arcee answers. They certainly could have used him when Autobot City came under attack. But such was not to have been.
"He's not exactly talkative, but he's Autobot to the core."
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 14, 2007 18:59:23 GMT -5
Perceptor sees no need to repeat Arcee and Swerves answer to his request of fuel status, since Xaaron had obviously heard the transmission over the broadband frequency as well.
"I believe I detect the sound of engines," he observes, turning toward the direction of the sound.
"Do any of you see anything?" he calls up to Omega Supreme, Nightbeat, and Long Haul. Hopefully, his request for a solar position to estimate an arrival time has now been rendered obsolete.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 14, 2007 20:59:02 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron seems quite occupied with arranging rocks. It almost seems as if the sizes and shapes are slightly representative of... something.
They're tactical diagrams, to one who knows what to looks for, and the rocks are them and various features of the landscape. He stands up, surveying his patterns from a height, the way an aerial bomber would.
As if speaking of the weather, Xaaron notes, "We have to establish a temporary base of operations."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 14, 2007 21:00:00 GMT -5
Omega Supreme continues to do his long, slow sweeps. On one of the sweeps he pauses, perhaps jostling his passengers a bit.
Off in the distance, although increasingly close, is a distinctive Cybertronian pink car and a less familiar white and red car. He booms, "Arcee, unknown: sighted."
Omega Supreme points at the pair with his cannon arm. Someone needs to teach him etiquette!
Oh dear, if they arrive, he has to let Long Haul off his shoulder, doesn't he?
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 15, 2007 0:10:11 GMT -5
"Interesting color scheme on the one," Nightbeat comments at the sight of the approaching Autobots.
"Come to think of it, don't think I've seen lines like that on someone's vehicle form before. The lines are softer."
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Post by Long Haul on Jun 15, 2007 6:16:00 GMT -5
Long Haul, as the newcomers are able to easily see when they come into full view, is standing on top of Omega Supreme's shoulder cradling a small silver dragon. It's still muzzled, and Nightbeat might still be holding onto one end of its leash. At Nightbeat's observation, is blue optic band flashes.
"Ohyeah! That's right! Xaaron said you guys didn't have none of that type normally!" He snorts softly. And Xaaron had thought he was the one who needed to get warned about that! "Our Cybertron has females. Had 'em since the beginning, really. Uhm. Which was a different beginning from yours, from what I'm hearing." He pauses thoughtfully for a minute. "I'm beginning to wonder, really, if we ain't so much alternate versions of the same race as different races what look a lot alike until you start looking close, but on the other hand, only folks who have been showing up here so far are folks who at least <i>call</i> themselves 'Transformers.'"
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Post by Swerve on Jun 15, 2007 19:13:31 GMT -5
I don't think "big" is the word here…. Swerve would be craning his neck were he in robot mode, but approaching Omega Supreme is more than enough of a view. He's never seen a mech so tall! Or a mech with other mechs on his shoulders, for that matter. This world is just full of bizarre new sights.
It's hard not to ease off the throttle as Omega Supreme looms even larger than ever, but Swerve maintains his speed right until he hits the brakes and skids to a stop. They're a weird looking bunch; Omega Supreme; the bright green mech with the silver… thing crawling all over him; the blue mech; the red and teal mech, who's probably a heavy hitter with what Swerve guesses is some sort of cannon on his shoulder; and… yeah, there's a gold and silver fellow in the back. But most of them are wearing the Autobot emblem, at least as Swerve can see. Fitting, really. The Autobots always had seemed pretty fragging weird.
"Guess you're the lot we're lookin' for," he decides, going with the obvious. He's never been good at starting conversation and this is no exception.
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Jun 15, 2007 20:21:15 GMT -5
Two Autobots Arcee doesn't recognize, two she does, and a Decepticon... sitting on Omega Surpeme's shoulder. It's almost enough to give her central process a glitch.
Instead, she transforms to robot mode and runs over to Perceptor, intent on embracing the familar face. "Perceptor!"
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 15, 2007 21:45:21 GMT -5
Perceptor has been watching Xaaron in his rock-arranging venture, curious as to the purpose. He isn't a tactical mech, so it takes him a moment to start picking the patterns out of the arrangement. He begins to understand the diagrams just about the same time Xaaron makes the observation about needing a base.
Perceptor isn't an adventurer like Skyfire. He's a scientist, and his domain is a laboratory. Field work is fascinating, however, Perceptor would be the first to admit that he does his best work in a more controlled environment.
"I could not agree more," he replies to Xaaron. See, Xaaron? Someone was paying attention to you!
The sound of engines grows nearer, crescendoing in Swerve's rather showy skid as he and Arcee arrive. Perceptor would laugh if he knew what Swerve had been thinking about him being a "heavy hitter". He doesn't even think of himself as much of any kind of combatant, let alone some "heavy hitter".
Arcee's greeting flatly surprises him; he's never been so enthusiastically greeted by anyone. Not to say that he isn't pleased by her reaction; he's just as comforted by a familiar face as she is, and the hug - which he gladly accepts - is a welcome touchstone.
Recalling from when she'd been pulled, Perceptor has the feeling that she probably needs a little bit more in the way of a friendly face than he does, however. It's a cruel thing, what was done to her in pulling her from that moment. To live through arguably one of the darkest moments in their history without having yet gotten to see the resolution and the rebirth of hope... He hugs her gently, unsure what else to offer her.
"Arcee. Are you hale?" he asks.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 15, 2007 21:58:16 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron thinks of Perceptor as a ninja and totally expects to someday wake up to find himself pinned to a wall by throwing stars with exquisitely calculated trajectories.
Maybe not.
(Maybe so.)
He pulls his head up and tears himself away from rock gardening to examine the two new Autobots. There’s that xeno-relations bot, Arcee, and the other must be Swerve. Looks to be a car, although the styling is odd. No obvious symbol, not that Xaaron can talk. Still, no one recognizes him. He could be a spy.
Emirate Xaaron does keep one decently sized rock loosely in one hand. With the other, he casually salutes the newcomers and greets, “Hello. Arcee and Swerve, then? Welcome-“
Ah, Arcee’s occupied. Xaaron sidles over to Swerve, tossing the rock from one hand to another in what might be a pathetic attempt at juggling but is more likely just nervous energy. He says, “I am Emirate Xaaron. Your ‘oldtimer’. I am a strategist and tactician. Perceptor there is a scientist. Long Haul, the green one up there, works construction. Nightbeat, the blue one, is a detective. Synapse, in blue-green, is a scout. Omega Supreme, who is the giant, happens to be a defense base. What might be your trade?”
He’s hoping for ‘loyal badass Autobot commando’. He doesn’t expect to get it.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jun 15, 2007 22:19:49 GMT -5
Omega Supreme heaves a heavy hydraulic sigh at the arrival of Arcee and whoozwhatsis. He grumbles, “Elevation adjustment: imminent.”
That warning said, he moves to grab Nightbeat and set him down, if Nightbeat will allow it. He leaves Long Haul and the dragon right where they are, though. They aren’t moving anywhere yet, and the red and white one could be dangerous to transporters.
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