Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 19, 2007 0:24:46 GMT -5
Nightbeat's disbelief may as well be a physical thing.
"All right, that's flat-out impossible! It's insane! It's like a bad tri-d drama! Plants don't do that!"
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Synapse
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Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Jul 19, 2007 9:22:45 GMT -5
"These plants do!" replies Synapse. "They look like little organic satellites." he transmitted a zoomed in view of one of the plants to the whole group this time. Well, the whole group of Autobots (the exclusion of Hardwire is unbeknown to him).
"It looks like the grade is high enough. You'd want to be careful though..."
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Post by Swerve on Jul 19, 2007 14:52:35 GMT -5
Swerve takes significant pause at the image transmission; if he had short hairs – or hair at all – it'd be standing on end. What? So strip his certification, no-one's ever beamed a picture into his processor before! Doesn't help it's one of the weirdest things he's seen in his life. Flowers with mirrored surfaces and laser-firing capability. Just what was the maker of this planet drinking when he did that? Year-past-date antifreeze?
"That is officially weirder than you," Swerve mutters at Hardwire of the wacky accent and ridiculous paint job. "So," and now he's talking in Perceptor's general direction, "we gotta get past those things t' get into the building or what?" He's assuming that if they'll shoot at things in the air, they'll shoot at things on the ground, too, naturally. And if anyone here knew Swerve, they'd know exactly what he's thinking. That's right.
Obstacle course.
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Cannonball
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Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 19, 2007 15:51:24 GMT -5
Cannonball turned his head toward the black and red car, trying to keep a straight face and clenching his jaw some. Can't blow cover, not yet. There'd be plenty of time to beat the little smelter down later. No one gets away with crossing the mighty Dread Pirate Cannonball.
The uh...Secret Agent Hardwire, however, would have to take it in stride for now, glancing up at the building. "Where did ye say they be? Donnae think I kin make 'em out all the way from down here, lad..." he inquires, unaware of the fact that an image had been sent.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 19, 2007 16:16:49 GMT -5
Still moving along at a steady pace northward is Wreckage. There is precious little else to be done, after all, aside from various system checks to be certain the dust has had no great impact. Rarely has Wreckage ever been bored, but this is as close as ever.
Perhaps not, he amends as a visual nearer the plateau nets the greater share of his attention; is the heat distortion playing havoc with his optical array, or was that a brief glimpse of colour he spotted in the distance? How intriguing. It may be nothing at all, a human construct or merely a trick of the heat, or it may be something worthwhile. He will withhold communication to Starscream until he is more certain and for now, already moving as fast as he can, he maintains his speed.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 19, 2007 21:50:03 GMT -5
"Given where Synapse first made his arrival, and the large quantity of life forms that had obviously been imported from elsewhere, there is no guarantee that the peoples who built the facility were responsible for the development of such an intriguing plant," Perceptor explains.
"Your disbelief is duly noted, Nightbeat. You may prove correct, and these 'plants' may yet prove to be an engineerd item rather than a life form. Having encountered the morphobots, however, I will reserve judgement until further study."
"Perhaps it would be prudent for the rest of you to remain here and in contact with Synapse, if I could prevail upon Arcee to transport me closer to the top of the butte. I would prefer not to endanger anyone else while I make an attempt to study the offensive limitations of the plant life surrounding the transmission facility. Perhaps by the time Synspase has returned from guiding Wedge in to this position, a solution to circumventing the defenses will be feasible?" Perceptor offers.
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Wedge
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NOT a reckless teen-bot
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Post by Wedge on Jul 19, 2007 22:01:55 GMT -5
Wedge smiles wryly and shrugs as he finishes listening over the Autobot broadband. Whatever really.
So he's to wait to be picked up by the traveling Autobot party? Sounds like some adventure to Wedge. Duly, he transforms and scans the skies around him for signs of...well, anything. Speaking of scanning the skies, why there? Last time he checked, Autobots weren't exactly the flying type, well, excluding Ultra Magnus of course. But Ultra Magnus is excluded from a lot of things and categories of regular Autobots so go figure. The only flying mechs that Wedge knows of are Decepticons and Predacons...but these guys are on the Autobot frequency. There's no one on the other side left to hack into anything.
That's not including Sky-byte, wherever that strange not-Predacon went.
Now where is this Synapse dude going to be? Oh there! Or maybe not? Wedge spots, well, a speck, rising up in the distance. It can be just what it is: a speck, or maybe it's someone taking off into the air. It's hard to tell with these blasted heat waves. Best not set off a false alarm and wait until he's absolutely sure.
It's not terribly weird, this dream. No where near as weird as the dream he had of Hightower and Grimlock zooming along in Heavy Load's carrier. He couldn't look at them straight for days.
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Jul 20, 2007 0:23:26 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan, Perceptor," Arcee says, accelerating in that direction.
Were she in robot mode, she'd say she could feel a headache coming on. Except of course for the fact that Transformers didn't get headaches. It had all gotten too terribly complicated for her. She considered herself competent and she knew she was good in a fight, but she needed something to fight, something she could shoot at. At verbally sparring with Nightbeat just didn't cut it.
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Nightbeat
Minor
Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Jul 20, 2007 0:51:13 GMT -5
"...Ah, frag it. Nothin' makes sense anymore," Nightbeat mutters.
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Synapse
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Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Jul 20, 2007 8:49:53 GMT -5
Taking to air, Synapse spares one last wondering stare at the power station and its defenses before scanning the broad expanse of black around him for...well, something. His nodes circle and expand their search radius with every sweep, but going now where near the power station.
Something finally catches his attention. Was that the bit of contrast from before? Looks to be the right color. "So Wedge was close-by all along," he says to himself. There's a pause as the more paranoid side of him surfaces, the side that screamed self-preservation. 'Or it could be something or somebody else.'
// I'm getting a visual of something on a roadway. Taking a closer sweep to it myself. // reports Synapse angling himself towards the white something. // Is that you, Wedge? //
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 20, 2007 13:29:45 GMT -5
OOC: This thread is being locked and replaced by the "Station Battle: Initial Troop Build-Up" thread. Please read the first post in that thread for more information.
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