Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jul 20, 2007 8:46:16 GMT -5
Whenever Emirate Xaaron flips the switch, Omega Supreme will finally get some yummy, yummy electrons!
It's in this semi-lull that he ponders Emirate Xaaron's lack of symbol. Bumblebee's wasn't obvious, but he tapped his head and pointed it out. Swerve's symbol was on his back, but it's huge. Everyone else seems to have symbols in relatively normal positions. Who ever heard of an Autobot without a symbol? He did act immediately to help Holi, however.
Still, it's weird.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 20, 2007 9:35:46 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron listens to Long Haul with the impression of someone who is listening to understand and remember and not just to respond. He nods and confirms, "Circuit breaker. Upper right hand one. One next to it."
He paces over to the indicated breakers and considers the switches. Finding the indicated ones, he waits for the signal. Once it comes, he flips them.
All this recharging is reminding him of Overlord. At least he's never let himself get that bad.
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Post by Kup on Jul 20, 2007 9:42:18 GMT -5
Kup hesitates a bit longer before starting his engine. That last exchange between Synapse and Wedge over the radio has him a bit unnerved. He wonders briefly if he should warn to Synapse to be on the alert, but really, such a thing should be obvious.
Of course, people often overlook the obvious. If anyone's ever wondered about the tendency of some old people to constantly state the obvious, it's because they don't trust young people to figure these things out on their own.
The veteran's engine rumbles into life even as he activates his radio, but all he says out loud to his two companions is, "All right, then. Let's go. We need to be ready to move out at a moment's notice." And with that, he drives off to rejoin the others by the small power station.
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 20, 2007 9:49:16 GMT -5
Long Haul stays in place a moment longer to make sure that Omega Supreme is recharging properly, then sighs about the radio. He grumbles as he scrambles back across the Guardian's tracks and returns to the power generator's housing. "Sounds like we're missin' all the good stuff," he complains sourly. Of course, they did have the skybull, but Long Haul missed most of that, too. He only got to participate when it was time to haul things up.
Of course.
He kneels and picks up the two cables he had indicated earlier, then hands them over to Xaaron. "Y'know how to hook these up yourself? I gotta try to get that cover finished." Really, he wants to make sure the dragon is taken care of first, but the dragon is unlikely to partake in battle, so taking care of other people, it is.
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Jul 20, 2007 14:04:38 GMT -5
Holi is quick after Kup, partly in case there's any trouble with the paint bottles, partly because he's starting to get excited again. Not exactly in the fun way, either; it's more like the time he and the team had to mobilise to the water park. Yeah, that's it. But he's still a little excited. It's a strange sensation.
"Said we'd see you soon!" he all but trills to Long Haul upon the group's return to the little station. Maybe he'll get in an introduction to the yellow fellow while everyone's charging up. "Hi again, Omega, sir!" Seems excitement is fighting valiantly against grim anticipation.
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Post by Bumblebee on Jul 20, 2007 16:31:42 GMT -5
Imagine what the insignias are like on the others for Bumblebee! It looked like some of them might as wellwearing sandwich boards with the logo emblazoned on them.
The William Tell Overture played from the speakers of the Camaro with the 'custom faded' paint job. Apparently there isn't much for Bumblebee to do here, and 'small talk' doesn't really work well for him, so the opportunity to take some of his frustrations out on some Decepticons after finding himself in such a strange land was well-received.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jul 20, 2007 20:02:34 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is enjoying his recharge but also fretting. It sounds like the action's gone hot, and they can't be there just yet.
Bumblebee's most recent choice of music pleases him, however. He couldn't put a name to it, but it seems to be his sort of tune. Is that a cannon he hears?
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 20, 2007 20:31:17 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron takes a moment to look at the cables and then nods sharply. He can figure out recharge cables. Xaaron hooks up the cables and mulls over the fight unfolding elsewhere and his discussion with Perceptor.
He waves when the other arrives and gestures to the magnificent spread that Long Haul has prepared for them. Emirate Xaaron inquires of Holi, "I don't suppose that you found any red and perhaps a little white?"
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Jul 20, 2007 20:38:51 GMT -5
Darkness.
He's dead as he should be. No. Jazz is alive and dreaming.
A landing which is not as hard as it should have been into a place that isn't fire and thunder...
He was fighting. He had to keep attention on himself, so that the others could... ...could...
A dream, maybe?
But dreams don't hurt this much.
Jazz awakens with the memory of talons ripping into his leg, pulling, a ripping, rending sensation. Something giving way. And-- pain like he'd never felt before. His shots had bounced off of the huge figure's armor, and the others were--
The others. The humans.
"MEGATRON," Jazz's yell is not as loud as it should be. Systems are loosing power-- "I ain't done with you yet--"
And yet the sound echoes off of the edges and corners of the cages back to him, as Jazz makes a failed attempt to get to his feet.
Half of him is there. The other half is in front of a cage about two and a half cages down. Not that he can see them from here, or make sense of the lack of battle cacophony. There's enough of a roar in his own head right now to make up for the lack. And agony laced systems interrupt, telling him he should just lie back, and wait for the end, or at least unconsciousness to reclaim him.
"MEGATRO--" The yell is cut off, and the voice reduced to a bare whisper. He's never been hurt this badly before. "Optimus... where are you?"
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Post by Kup on Jul 20, 2007 21:00:02 GMT -5
Kup's plan, at first, is to sit there quietly and let the youngsters unload him, even if he is growing antsier at the moment. The other team has met resistance, and from the sound of things, they're charging right at it. And he's not even sure it's sunk into this Wedge guy that he's in genuine danger here!
Of course, were it Kup out there, he'd probably charge right for it, too, but damn it, he's got experience on his side.
So he sits and quietly waits for Holi to answer Xaaron's question... and then the screaming starts. "What the-?!" he explains, and then transforms, scattering cans of paint everywhere and dumping the tarp from his bed. His robot mode's feet have barely touched ground, and he's off and sprinting, running full tilt in the direction the sound came from.
As the Transformers who have arrived here have all done so in more or less the same area, it's not long before he gets there, and he skids to a stop. His optics widen and he gapes, but he's been through too much to be overcome with shock for long. The veteran turns and shouts, "Long Haul! Get your aft over here! We got wounded, and bad!"
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 20, 2007 21:14:39 GMT -5
Long Haul drops the stanchions he's trying to prepare to cover building. At this rate, they won't get it covered before they have to leave, and it'll likely take heavy damage should rain begin again. He gets up and runs to where Kup is standing, and turns to look where the elder is pointing.
He freezes. His optic band glows with a feverish intensity, and every limb locks up. He tries to get his vocalizer working, but can't get out more then a "S... s... s..."
The fact is, by the time Long Haul was built, the Second Great War was pretty much over, and in the time Long Haul was pulled from the Third Great War was still "someone else's problem" for much of Cybertron. Sure, construction could be a dangerous business, and sure, he's been in perhaps more than his share of bar room brawls, but those are all nothing compared with the sort of damage he sees before him. The sort of intense damage Jazz has suffered is quite simply beyond Long Haul's experience, almost beyond his comprehension.
In moments, he'll snap out of it (although a push in that direction will no doubt help). In moments, he'll get to work in saving the wretched life before him. In moments, he'll carry on, as he always has.
But now? Now he's having trouble simply processing what he's seeing.
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Jul 20, 2007 21:51:27 GMT -5
Holi gives Emirate Xaaron only an owlish blink at first, then goes rifling through the paint bottles. How convenient that they aren't labelled.
"Uhm… I think there's some red," he begins, "but I don't know abo–"
Then the screaming. He's never heard a voice twisted like that before and it's an awful, awful sound. He freezes, listening, trying to pin down the location of the source, then startles and topples over as Kup takes off. It isn't long before Kup bellows for Long Haul as Holi's picking himself back up and the Micromaster debates following the Constructibot. There is – there are? – wounded; he's supposed to be the Rescue Team captain. He should be able to help! But he doesn't have his team and he doesn't have Pipo's ability to repair. What can he do, then?
…He can pick up paint bottles. And stay out of the way. Or ask. He gives Xaaron a tentative look.
"Should I go help… sir…?" It's a question full of uncertainty. Suddenly, he's presented with a situation for which he should be ready, but he isn't ready for it. And he can't be ready, not like this.
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Post by Bumblebee on Jul 21, 2007 4:31:33 GMT -5
Wait. What was that. Bumblebee recognized the voice. He was speaking English, but he would never forget the tone of his fellow operative. Jazz was here. And he was in pain.
Once again, Bumblebee turned sharply and set off to follow the sound of the wail. No music this time. //this is a friend. jazz.// He broadcasted.
When he got to where his friend was, he transformed. Not even a new body was going to prevent him from recognizing his friend. Not halting for even a moment, Bumblebee transformed into robot mode and kept moving. He entered the other cage to retrieve the lower half of Jazz. If the door was locked, his right hand would retract into a blaster and he'd shoot it off. As he carried it over, his wide blue optics conveyed all the pain and concern he could not say.
//please. you must help him.//
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jul 21, 2007 8:09:13 GMT -5
Omega Supreme can see most of the zoo in defense base mode. One sweep, the zoo is relatively calm. The next sweep, there is a screaming Autobot scattered across the pathway. The ravaged Autobot is screaming out about Megatron. It doesn't take a mental giant to guess that a Megatron did that pernicious deed to him. The defense base twitches, the rocket shaking with rage.
The faces change, but the story remains the same. There's another Megatron that must die for his crimes. After all, if Omega Supreme's reality had not had a Megatron, his old friends would still be his friends. Omega Supreme mutters, "Megatron: marked. Punishment: inevitable."
He stays in defense base mode. His insides are a nice, clean place to put a wounded machine, and he can get them to Perceptor in a jiffy, because oy, he respects and honours Long Haul's abilities, but he doesn't think Long Haul can handle this all on his own.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 21, 2007 8:44:40 GMT -5
Injured incoming.
Well, that certainly answers a question about the specificity of the transport.
Shucking his recharge cables, Emirate Xaaron doesn't ponder the transport mechanisms long. Instead, he looks over at Long Haul, who has frozen up. Emirate Xaaron mutters an oath and reaches out to grab Long Haul by the elbow1. With an urgent cry of, "Move," he then physically drags Long Haul over to the site of the scene. Emirate Xaaron sweeps his gaze to Holi, including him in the cry to move. Even if Holi can't do anything medical, and maybe he can for all Emirate Xaaron knows, he can be there for moral support or defense, if the fight unfolding on the radio comes to them.
He doesn't berate Long Haul for freezing up. All that will do is get Long Haul yelling at him instead of tending to the patient. Instead, he thrusts a hand over at Bumblebee and declares, "Looks like they're of the same design universe. We can use Bumblebee as a template for how to put," Bumblebee gave a name, didn't he? "Jazz back together. Long Haul, anything I can do, you order me to do." There is no time for pleasantry here. "I don't know medicine or engineering, but I have a science background. Anyone else?"
Emirate Xaaron radios, weary but keeping himself calm, //We have wounded. Jazz from Bumblebee's universe, seems like. Offhand, I think their Megatron's to blame. It's… bad. Tremendously bad. Perceptor, we very likely will need you shortly. Omega Supreme, prepare for launch.//
1 Grabbing and dragging were cleared with Long Haul's player beforehand.
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