Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jul 24, 2007 23:46:32 GMT -5
Battered would be an understatement. Synapse looks a mess.
He glances up from his new position as Wedge emerges from the hole, jaw set grimly so not to show his easy weakness any longer. Well, just as long as no one jostles him. Another piece of windshield breaks from its weak hold on the whole and joins a few others in the black sand.
"What have you been doing?" he tries to ask. It most likely comes out sounding raspy whisper. Synapse flinches back as Wedge continues to move towards him.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 25, 2007 0:10:13 GMT -5
Swerve follows Wedge up the sides with considerably less grace and skill. He's a racer, slaggit, not a climber. And, he decides, Wedge is the leaking weirdest vehicle he's ever seen.
"Synapse? Medics?" Swerve skids, grimaces, hauls himself up over the rim with a stifled groan. Feels like screws and bits of glass when he moves. "What the smelt happened t' you t–?" Never mind. If Wedge and Swerve were at the back of the pack, Synapse came in near-dead last. He isn't the worst the racer has seen, not by a long shot. That's a good sign.
Swerve makes his way to the scout as quickly as he can, all things considered. No clue why he's flinching.
"You look like scrap," he pronounces. But he means it in a friendly way, really. At least Wedge is moving; Synapse doesn't look like he could sit up if he wanted.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Jul 25, 2007 9:35:19 GMT -5
What, never seen a bulldozer before? Then Wedge is most proud to be Swerve's first encounter with one. The occasion could be better and with others to help explain. Fortunately for Swerve, the hokey self-introductions of the Build Team shall and will have to wait.
So Swerve knows Synapse. That's good, maybe he can explain some things about this flier. Wedge scoots as close as he can in vehicle mode. He can't try to scoop Synapse into his shovel until Swerve moves a bit.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jul 25, 2007 9:56:27 GMT -5
"Feel like scrap," says Synapse attempting to push himself up. He half-way manages and tries to wave Wedge off. "Don't bother, Perceptor and Long Haul are busy with something much more important right now."
He disengages the attachments of his right node and attempts to catch it before it falls to the ground. Still clumsy from the pain, he misses and hisses as it drops to the ground. One can see the difference between the burnt side and untouched side. The former had been turned a dull grayish black while the side encased in his shoulder remained a glossy black. Carefully, he lifts the sphere from the sand and flips open a panel in the back. A couple wires disconnected here and there and the pain from it is tuned down to a dull presence.
"Okay, I'll be alright," he says, replacing the node back in its mounting before pushing himself up. Urgh, now that the pain from that is gone, he can feel each and every bullet lodged within his cockpit. It doesn't hurt quite as much, but it sure isn't comfortable. But when was battle ever comfortable?
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Post by Swerve on Jul 25, 2007 21:24:21 GMT -5
They don't have bulldozers on Velocitron. The closest there is to construction equipment are the gargantuan repair drones, and if those things transformed, that'd just be leaking ridiculous.
"Alright, if you say so," Swerve says, giving Synapse a look that says he doesn't really think the scout is all that well. But hey, he wants to play it tough, let him. Long as he doesn't drop dead in the middle of a fight, and it sounds like there's quite the fight happening, going by the racket on the radio. Is he thinking of running to join in? You betcha. He looks at Wedge. "You!" A quick, curt nod at Synapse. "Keep an optic on him, wouldja? I can probably fix a couple things, but I'm no medic." He transforms, a joint or two grinding noisily. At least he can follow the road there. "He'd better not look any worse when I catch up t' you two."
No, he doesn't really expect them to keep up with him. He doesn't really expect them to go much of anywhere. He probably shouldn't, but he can't ignore the fight. And maybe that slagger Dead End is there.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Jul 25, 2007 21:47:34 GMT -5
"Ah...yeah, sure," Wedge stammers, startled at the sudden order (or request? Nah, sounds more like an order). "Wait! Are you going to the battle?" He stops at his question, embarrassed by its stupidity, of course he's going to the battle! "Kick some tail pipe. I'll make sure Synapse here gets to some medics alright. Maybe then I'll see you on the battlefield?"
He turns back to Synapse and lifts his shovel up slightly, offering transport to the teal flier.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jul 25, 2007 22:06:05 GMT -5
"Thank you," Synapse nods briefly to Swerve. He sways on his feet and takes one look at the proffered lift that Wedge is giving to him.
"My turn with a medic can wait, but if I can be of any help where they are...I can make it on my own." A small smile from Synapse indicates the lessened spite he had held towards Wedge from before. He frowns as he initiates transformation sequences. There's the audible grind and crunch of sand in deep places and Synapse's robot-mode gives away to a broken-windshield clad, scratched space vehicle. He's still flight-worthy, though to keep it on the safe side, at lower altitudes.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 25, 2007 22:35:12 GMT -5
"I'll see you if I see ya!" is Swerve's rejoinder to Wedge. Then he revs up and tears out with a spray of sand and gravel. He rounds the lava flow that got him stuck in that hole – tries not to twitch mentally – drives straight for the road, ignores the slam of his undercarriage against the edge of the metal. He just wants to get there.
Those two will be fine. That nagging impulse can shut up.
//Swerve here – point me at a 'Con to bash, I'm on my way in!//
OOC: Swerve may be heading out for another battle thread shortly….
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Jul 25, 2007 23:23:53 GMT -5
Wedge watches as the teal flier takes off slowly into the air and then as the red Swerve peels away, both leaving him very much behind near his sand piles. If this were right in the middle of a cartoon, right now would be the moment where a stray wind washes through, blowing bits of tumbleweed through the area as Wedge sits on staring, alone. But there is no stray bit of wind and this desert has shown no signs of tumbleweed yet. Most of all, Wedge isn't one to be left behind to stare blankly at the retreating backs of others.
But he's got no gun! Actually, that's a lie...he still has Synapse's blaster. Does the flier realize that? Ah well, Synapse is going to wherever the medics are and no one goes around attacking medics, right? Well, this isn't his gun, but it'll do until he gets the chance to retrieve his own.
It's time to go kick some Preda- er, Decepticon aft! There have been no signs of...wait, there are Predacons here? Wedge grins and speeds off as fast as his alt-mode can take him: which isn't all that fast. Slapper, Darkscream, and Gasskunk, if they're out there, they'd better watch out!
OOC: Wedge goes out into the fray of things, might pop up a battle thread later.
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