Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jun 23, 2007 23:17:48 GMT -5
"Primus, could you be any sappier?" Nightbeat grumbles. "This ain't a vacation or some mercy mission, sweetheart. We need to get back to what we were doin' before we got dragged into this cockamamie mess!"
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Post by Swerve on Jun 23, 2007 23:49:59 GMT -5
"Funny enough, I'm with him," snorts the racer, pushing his throttle for a little more speed, inching forward. Swerve ignores the buildings zipping by as he rounds a shallow curve on the inside, the roadway leading into city proper and – once he figures out which way's north – back out again. "I'm not here 'cause I asked for it, and I'd just as soon have this whole place behind me like a lotta lousy track."
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 24, 2007 22:57:23 GMT -5
Perceptor isn't much surprised by Nightbeat's derision; the detective hails from the same universe as Xaaron, after all.
"None of us requested to be brought here," Perceptor replies with stiff formality. "Should we chance upon individuals who require assistance, either additional importeees such as we are, or representatives of the former indigenous populace, should you so choose to do so, you are free to move on at your own pace. As I understand it... expediency is much valued in your reality, Nightbeat."
"I do not require anyone to remain with me, however, if I am capable of rendering aid, I will be doing so."
He is more glad than ever that he asked Arcee to transport him rather than either of the others. His ethics are not so conveniently flung aside as theirs are, it seems. What had happened in their realities that has made their Autobots so hard? He shivers a little, pondering this death of compassion.
OOC: Perceptor will slip in replies as I can while I am on the road this next week. Don't hold the rotation up for him unless you require an answer from him specifically. Just assume that he's sulking and/or thinking deep thoughts and shutting everyone else out if you need to skip him. The earliest I will be able to post any replies right now will be sometime Tuesday afternoon/night, and no guarantees then. If y'all skip Perceptor, I'll just slip a reply into the rotation whenever I can when I get back online.
Thanks all.
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jun 25, 2007 13:10:57 GMT -5
"Doesn't being an Autobot mean anything to you people?" Arcee snaps. "And call me sweetheart again and I'll shove your head so far up your exhaust pipe you'll be sniffing fumes for the rest of your life."
Transformers that didn't know about Cybertron, and now these colder, harsher Autobots from yet another reality. At least Perceptor, Kup, and, yes, even Omega Supreme, were a comforting presence.
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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 25, 2007 13:14:18 GMT -5
"Lady, you're welcome to try," Nightbeat snaps. "And bein' an Autobot means plenty, but there's a big giant sunuvagunn on his way to eat Cybertron, we lost the Matrix again after busting our tailpipes to find it, seen the Matrix corrupted, and now Prime wants to surrender to Scorponok. so forgive me if I ain't exactly in the most compassionate of moods."
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Post by Swerve on Jun 26, 2007 2:11:51 GMT -5
Swerve still isn't sure what it means to him, this whole being an Autobot business. He's hardly a leaking Autobot by their standards as it is and none of this babble about a Matrix or a Scorponok or even Cybertron makes much sense. He only knows about this Prime because of Arcee.
"Look," he snarls at the other three, "I got this emblem and threw in 'cause you Autobots grate less than the Decepticons. Maybe you aren't as bad – frag me if I know either way – but I figured if it got you gone sooner, that was fine by me." Even the pitch of his engine hum changes as his anger swells. "That doesn't change the fact you guys showed up on Velocitron an' started screwin' things up with your smelting war." He falls back to address Arcee directly and indignantly. "So if you're so much better than I am, how 'bout you tell me just what the frag it means t' be an Autobot if there's more to it than slappin' a big frown on your paint job an' pickin' fights with mechs wearin' purple badges!"
He's quite forgotten about north at this point; he's running too hot to think properly. Not that he cares very much about that with current matters taking the fore.
OOC: Gotcha, Perce.
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jun 26, 2007 12:41:44 GMT -5
Nightbeat's pronouncements nearly causes Arcee to drive off the road. Only her good reflexes and the thought that a sudden move would probably send perceptor flying keep her from doing this.
"First off, get it through your thick skull that I don't have idea one what's going on in your universe, other than what you've told me. If you've got porblems, you can darn well bet it's the Decepticons fault."
The noises of her engine make it clear she's becoming agitated. "Being an Autobot means we're the good guys, fighting for peace and freedom wherever we go, even if that mostly means trying to keep the Decepticons from enslaving the universe. We're not fighters the way they are... But we're the only ones who can stand in their way."
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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 26, 2007 12:54:23 GMT -5
"You know, I'm glad I don't have teeth, because your whole universe'd be giving me cavities," Nightbeat said.
"Yeah, we're better than the Decepticons, but so's the scum at the bottom of my foot. We've got a creator who locked up the original inhabitants of Cybertron so make room for us, and maybe created us to be cannon-fodder in some damn cosmic chess game. Not exactly my idea of a good time."
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Post by Swerve on Jun 27, 2007 14:35:25 GMT -5
"…Pickin' fights with mechs wearin' purple badges," the racer scoffs. That's all there is to it, then? Well isn't that just great.
Listening to all this – insane creators, dead leaders, surrender and a corrupted Matrix, whatever that is, and planet-eating giants – Swerve's pretty glad his main concern is just going back to racing. Of course, if he knew why the Autobots came to Velocitron in the first place and had any idea what was at stake, he probably wouldn't be thinking that right about now. But he doesn't know and he hasn't any idea, and it's all something so far beyond his scope, he can't even begin to think of it happening to him.
With nothing more to say, he again pushes forward; let the other two snipe at each other if they want. Sounds like Autobot talk, anyway. He's already more involved than he wants to be, no sense getting in deeper. Looks like an intersection coming up, T to the left. Left will get him going north. Good. Good enough he can ignore the vibrations of the street beneath his tires and the faint basso rumble of heavy machinery, drowned out by the high growl of his engine. If he were paying attention, he might find the sound vaguely familiar.
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Synapse
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Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Jun 28, 2007 22:41:50 GMT -5
If Synapse was in any way poetic, he might be tempted to describe the planet as a bright winking gem in the darkness of space...but he isn't. Instead he settles for one of the most colorful planets that he has ever found himself orbiting (seeing that Cybertron really is the only one he has ever orbited, his list of planets is not very long at all). He also doesn't have much time to ponder his lack of visited planets or the qualities of its surface as he hurtles back into the planet's atmosphere.
One might think that re-entry is rough, with the uncomfortable sensation of being in a smelting furnace. But the real tough part is landing.
Synapse crosses his wires and hopes that he triangulated a good landing area. He opens his comm link and manages a brief broadcast before plowing into a relatively open field, creating a furrow of newly churned, dark dirt. Once slightly shaken out of the daze of a rough landing, plating still steaming, he transforms sprawled in the ditch and re-opens his comm.
// Synapse reporting. I've just made contact back onto the planet. Where should I rendez-vous? //
OOC: Crossposted to broadband
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jun 29, 2007 14:59:30 GMT -5
"You... you know about your creator?" Arcee gasps, suddenly feeling very cold. "How? Nobody knows anything about that in my universe! Most of us don't even remember our own creation."
She breaks just a little as she turns, growing silent. Nightbeat's universe--and presumably that of that Emirate Xaaron person--did not exactly sound like the kind of place she would want to live. It sounded like some warped, perverted nightmare version of her own.
Not that hers was much of a fun place to live anymore either, but if what Perceptor, Kup, and Omega Supreme had implied, at least it would get better.
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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 29, 2007 15:25:53 GMT -5
"Aw, for the love of..." Nightbeat groans. "I knew it was a bad idea when Long Haul told me about them makin' 'bots that looked like dames. It makes 'em go all funny in the head."
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 1, 2007 17:44:20 GMT -5
OOC: We're now past the 48 wait point on this thread. Swerve, if you get back in time, you're still welcome to post. If Synapse gets to posting before you do, though, go ahead and post whenever you get a chance, and that'll be your new spot in the round.
However, with Synapse not physically there (considering the space flight and what not, I'm going to say he can get overhead in a single post if he wants to), without Swerve this thread becomes pretty much Nightbeat and his alt talking to each other. Are you guys ready for a time-skip across the desert? It's easy to claim that Synapse has caught up with the others during that time.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jul 1, 2007 18:59:56 GMT -5
Even while he's recuperating from his landing, Synapse's nodes immediately deploy to comb out his surroundings. Unable to process most of the incoming information, it is only until a flash of red, pink, and blue enter his vision that he snaps out of it.
// I see Perceptor and...his group right now. // Synapse responds back to Emirate Xaaron. He's not quite sure who the others are save for Nightbeat and...is that Arcee? He's only heard snatches about the femmebot before. // I'll catch up to them as soon as possible. //
Yeah, as soon as possible. Synapse drags himself out of the hole that he literally dug himself in and deposits himself rather ungracefully back onto the earth. Slowly he transforms and pushes off into the air, taking off at a reasonable speed. Reasonable speeds make for so much easier landings.
A few minutes peel on by before Synapse spots the group with his own optics. Passing briefly over them, he stops and transforms, coming down in a rather controlled descent from the air.
He really hopes that none of them take him for a threat. One rough landing is quite enough for today.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 1, 2007 19:55:33 GMT -5
The more he hears, the less Swerve wants to hear. He's almost sorry he ever said a word in the first place; the whole thing is just too much to bother thinking about. As if he didn't have enough concerns just being stuck here in the middle of Primus-forsaken nowhere on some Primus-forsaken planet-that-isn't-Velocitron with Decepticons running around out there somewhere, he doesn't need to start worrying about whatever problems the Autobots are having back home, too. His processor's doing enough grinding and his exhaust systems have enough work already.
The sight of the green and blue flier slows Swerve a little on the approach and he tenses, ready to transform and draw. It's no-one he immediately recognises – not that that means a whole leaking lot around here. Everybody else seems to know somebody else. Mostly. He finds it a downright smelting pain in the aft to see nothing and no-one familiar.
This mech wears the Autobot emblem, at least, notes the racer as he draws nearer. Fine, so no shooting at him or anything like that. The paint job rings a faint little klaxon somewhere near the back, though. Swerve vaguely recalls Emirate Xaaron mentioning an Autobot in blue-green, but the name escapes him. Must not have been that important.
"…Hey," is all he barks for a greeting once he's close enough to be heard. How polite of him.
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