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Post by Hook on Jul 15, 2007 13:26:35 GMT -5
Arriving over from the end of the Groundbound Party thread.After a few hours of travel, the ground caravan and poor, bored jets arrived at the closest point on the road to where Fleetwind was. After a short tromp through the swamp, they actually arrived at the pastel yellow jet and hovercraft companion. Hook had transformed to robot-mode for this part of the journey, and the way he carries himself suggested that there just might be an epic snitfit if any of the swamp-goo got within ten centimeters of his pristine hands.
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Post by Sky-byte on Jul 15, 2007 19:17:52 GMT -5
With the supplies securely in Sky-byte's mouth, it gave him little chance to speak. It wasn't as if he needed his mouth free to speak, he just preferred it that way. Probably a good thing in the eyes of others. But it was an abosolute annoyance if anyone asked him. Sky-byte hoped that this job wouldn't be regulated to him from now on...
The only good thing about being Sky-byte right now was the fact that he could 'float' in beast mode. No disgusting swamp muck for him! And by nuts and bolts he can defend himself just fine. All he had to do was to drop the thing out of his mouth. Sky-byte didn't quite realize that being in the middle was for the safety of the supplies and not for him. He would soon enough, much to his chagrin.
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Post by Starfighter on Jul 15, 2007 22:34:28 GMT -5
Starfighter hovered anxiously over the caravan, holding back and letting Hook do any talking that needed doing. This newcomer didn't look hostile--in fact, he actually looked a bit on the silly side--but after their last battle he wasn't willing to trust anything made of metal.
He stayed just above the treeline, ready to fight or flee as the need took him.
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Post by Dead End on Jul 15, 2007 22:53:36 GMT -5
Dead End brought up the rear, so he wasn't really going to be the one to rush up and to meet & greets. Besides, he already knew Fleetwind. The new fellow certainly was odd looking.
Since they were in the swamp a bit, Dead End was in robot mode to wade; Porsche's do not drive well in swamps, as he confirmed during the battle with the mining worm.
"Fleetwind! I see you survived." Dead End's tone expresses surprise at this miraculous turn of events. "That's Shortround with you?"
He's been keeping his radar on the surrounds, and their aerial component--and now an optic. Starsfighter seemed to be holding up well enough. Skystrike was still sulking, or possibly her CPU had burned out and she was a zombie Seeker.
"When will Starscream be joining us?" he asks Fleetwind. "And where are the rest of the newcomers? Did something eat them already?"
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Post by Demolishor on Jul 16, 2007 10:46:00 GMT -5
Gah, not the mud again. And he'd just managed to get clean.
Demolishor tromped along in robot mode, taking a few opportunities to simply blast the trees away out of frustration. "I'm fine with Starscream being eaten," he comments as he finally catches up with the rest of him. His body might have made the most sense, but it was also the slowest. "But there's nothing much out here that's more dangerous than us."
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Post by Shortround on Jul 17, 2007 20:04:26 GMT -5
"Well, if he was bright red or something I'd know who he is. Or blue, but I don't think he's the truck one" Shortround says to the unlucky Fleetwind.
"... Meeny-Cons? You mean... Mini-cons or something? Corse I know what they are" Shortround says with a laugh. How COULDN'T you know what Mini-cons are? They're all over the place and have a habbit of stealing your ener-chiladas while you're not looking. However, this exciting chat must finish as a lot of Decepticons have just shown up.
Shortround looks at all of them. The green and purple one... Looks a lot like a Diaclone Construction Robo. Infact, it IS a Diaclone Construction Robo, albiet one in a green and purple colour scheme. There's also another not-Starscream nearby him, seeming to give the idea that the world these ones come from is probably something like the World of Redecos.
The shark... Who appears to have something shoved down it's throat, is a confusing one. He'd wonder WHY it had something down there, but then he saw the car. Which was, quite plainly, one of the Stunticons. Oh, and Demolisher was there as well, in his much older colour scheme.
Shortround salutes the Decepticons. "Uh... Hi, I'm Shortround, supply runner... Is that shark trying to eat something?" he adds, looking at Sky-Byte. He does seem fairly like a Terrorcon, or at least he has an animal mode, which is all the Terrorcons really had.
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 17, 2007 20:28:36 GMT -5
It seems fate has determined that the Transformers from his reality shall never learn the mysteries of the Mini-Cons. And darn it! Why does no one appreciate the advantages of standardized design? You have a near inexhaustible supply of spare parts available on any battle field when the fighting's over!1 You have every medic in the Empire so familiar with your build that they could repair you in a clock's half-tick with their optics shut off! These are good things! The only trick is not to become spare parts yourself!
Fleetwind inclines his head to Hook so deep it's almost a bow, then straightens and looks to Shortround. "Shortround, this is Hook, our second in command." He points to each robot in turn. "We also have Sky-Byte, Dead End, Demolishor, Starfighter, and, unless I miss my guess, that's Skystrike2 over head."
He looks at Sky-Byte and his mouth full of... supplies, then looks at Shortround. "We haven't had someone suited to carrying supplies until we caught up with you." Fleetwind smiles. He is, in general, a lot more friendly than other Decepticons, but that's usually just so they have less reason to want to kill him. "As you can see, we've had a considerable need for someone of your exact function."
The pastel Seeker's optics widen fractionally at Starscream's rather strange transmission, but he shrugs it off quickly enough.
1 Yes, this suggests that nearly any surviving Seeker, if they survive for long enough, is eventually made mostly of dead Seekers. Fleetwind, for his part, has no problem with this.
2 ICly she's still around. Think of her as a background Seeker for now.
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Post by Hook on Jul 17, 2007 20:59:16 GMT -5
"He is a supply runner?" Hook said thoughtfully. "Oh, yes, we do have a use for such a one. Sky-Byte! Bring my equipment over here."
The Constructicon looked Shortround over carefully. A close observer might notice his optics flicker when he realizes the other Transformer doesn't have proper hands.
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Post by Sky-byte on Jul 17, 2007 21:07:30 GMT -5
Grumbling inwardly about his inability to talk, Sky-byte was unable to say anything in response to Shortround's question. Trying to eat something? What sort of question was that? If he were looking for something decent to sink his teeth in, it'd be something with decent flavor, or at least a charge. Car batteries?
At Hook's command, Sky-byte 'swam' on over, supplies in mouth. He didn't make a move to set said things down...there was nothing to set it down in, unless Hook wanted it all covered in mud.
Argh, are all Decepticons this strange? 'This strange' being an adjective that applied to all of the present Decepticons. Maybe excluding Starfighter. He seemed to be a little more normal...and maybe Fleetwind. Hmm was there something about fliers that made them somewhat decent? Obviously he's not including Starscream and has never met any other Decepticon seekers before.
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Post by Starfighter on Jul 17, 2007 22:07:11 GMT -5
Starfighter transforms and lands behind Hook as he is introduced, smiling in a sort of 'hello, now please forget about me' kind of way. Shortround, closer-up, still looks vaguely goofy and certainly nonthreatening, and Demolishor did say the swamp had nothing to worry about.
Perhaps they'd actually be safer here than they were in the air.
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Post by Dead End on Jul 17, 2007 22:25:50 GMT -5
"Wonderful, we've all met, except for Starscream's new friend. Can we move back to the swamp causeway, and not wade in the mud? Do you know how much of this black gumbo I'm going to have to scrape out of places that shouldn't have to be scraped? Not to mention use up my entire supply of polish. Hook, we really need to find some of the local polishing compound," Dead End grumbles.
He follows up his words with action, turning and slogging back toward the east-bound road.
//Decepticons, pay attention. I have an Autobot who doesn't seem to know about Decepticons and Autobots. As far as he knows, we are a 'promotion' that Autobots receive, and that there may be some Autobots who are jealous of us. If you want your energon share to be consumed and not detonated in your head, you will not correct him. Hook, we'll be arriving soon.//
"Oh, that's special. Translation: Starscream will be pissed off if you screw up his complex plan. The kind he officially never has, because he's so busy picking on, quote, 'Megatron's overly complex, failure-prone plans', end-quote." Yes, wading and fighting in filthy mud on foot all day makes Dead End grumpy.
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Post by Wheelie on Jul 18, 2007 1:33:16 GMT -5
Trudging through the swamp, likely keeping pace with Starscream, is the small Autobot known as Wheelie. When he can actually see the Decepticons, he calls out.
"Wheelie wants to know what's going on! Might you be the Decepticons?"
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Post by Starscream on Jul 18, 2007 5:22:56 GMT -5
"Yes, these are my friends I was telling you about," said Starscream. Note the infliction, subordinates. "Now, remember what I said. We're going to need your help for getting more energon. If you do that and pass a short loyalty test, I'm sure we can accomodate you with your own purple membership badge." He's more than fed up with this melodious midget. "Go introduce yourself to the others while I talk with my associate." Hahah, someone else's problem now! Starscream left Wheelie and approached Hook, wearily. "I'm as tired of these halts as you are, so I don't want to hear about it. We are moving out for fuel after some pretenses for the new recruit. An extra weapon-carrier and an extra cube-filler will be worth it all." Starscream paused for a moment. Despite all the migraines it was causing, his empire was really swelling. And, going by what he has been told by Cannonball, things are only going to get better.
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Post by Demolishor on Jul 18, 2007 8:07:23 GMT -5
While Starscream was occupied doing Official Stuff with Hook, Demolishor quietly approached Shortround with a thoughtful look on his face. Don't blink, you'll miss it.
"I heard you saying something about Mini-Cons when we got here. Now these guys, they haven't heard of Mini-Cons, but I have, and that means we're at least from the same neck of the universe. Where exactly are you from, Shortround?"
Because if this guy is a follower of the beetle-horned Megatron, Demolishor might not be totally friendless in this freaky place.
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Post by Shortround on Jul 19, 2007 1:49:57 GMT -5
Shortround remained silent while the others talked. He didn't have much to say at the moment, however Demolisher, the only one of the group who Shortround knew was at least a real Transformer and not a Transformer masquarding as one of his many toys, came to speak to him.
"Haven't heard of mini-cons? Wierd, how could you not have heard of mini-cons? Though, they aren't giving us mini-con ports anymore... Oh, I'm from Cybertron, around 2030ish on Earth. Oh, and didn't you used to be a dump truck or... Green and brown?" Shortround asks, looking at Demolisher.
Before waiting for an answer, Shortround transformers into his surprisingly roomy hovercraft mode and opens his side doors while floating over the muck, waiting for further orders or at least something to do. He does glance at the small mini-bot, but doesn't recognise him from his collection, unlike most of the other ones here.
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