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Post by Kup on Aug 6, 2007 9:45:32 GMT -5
"Ah, yeah," Kup says, as Arcee's questions remind him that he needs to clarify. "It's not the Bumblebee you know, Arcee. Like, you've noticed we've been getting folks from different universes here? Seems like some of them have names we know, but not the look. The yellow guy beneath Wedge is Bumblebee. Just not our Bumblebee. The mech Perceptor is repairing is his reality's Jazz, and from the sounds of things, Skyblast is from the same universe, or same group of universes, or whatever."
Kup grunts, and mutters, "This is going to take some doing to keep track of. Not sure what's weirder, though... it, or the idea that we just might start having to get used to this sorta thing." He waits for the fallen Autobots to be moved into his truck bed, and absently hopes there are enough fold-out medical beds inside Omega Supreme.
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Post by Arcee on Aug 7, 2007 0:00:18 GMT -5
Arcee shakes her head. "Getting to the point where you need a scorecard and name-tags to keep track of everything, isn't it?"
She sets to work while she continues to talk. This "Bumblebee" had, perhaps, one of the strangest designs she'd ever seen in any mechanoid, Transformer or not. He didn't seem to follow any kind of recognizable design scheme that she was aware of and, in fact, seemed to have far too many moving and exposed parts.
But I bet you've never seen anything like this before, Kup, she thought with a small smile.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 7, 2007 0:31:14 GMT -5
Owing? Who said anything about owing? He was just helping out a fellow Autobot, right? And that's what Swerve's doing too, at least in Wedge's mind. As Swerve moves him off Bumblebee, he holds in any sort of vocal complaint. His optics instead narrow into slits of green.
Kup's further explanation of alternate universe personalities is half-way garbled. So maybe in some messed up universe, there's a messed up version of the Build Team floating around somewhere? Maybe if it were really funny, they'd be evil and have matching color schemes too...
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 7, 2007 13:30:19 GMT -5
"Erm... the building what we found the little guy on, it might work. I'd have to examine the floors, but if it's safe to knock a few of 'em out, that'll be good. Vehicles in there, too. Some might work for more parts."
After a few more minutes driving, he comes upon Omega Supreme's entry ramp. He sees Omega Supreme's condition, and feels almost embarrassed. So many hurt, so many injured here, and he hasn't taken a scratch.
Well, okay, maybe a few scratches. Sand is gritty!
He pauses before driving up the ramp. "Hey, Omega," he says as greeting, before driving up. Then he pulls up to where the fold out medical beds are, rolling over a paint can that's been strewn about in the process. It's this that causes him to realize something.
"Oh, man... it's a mess in here!" He sighs. That's something else to take care of.
OOC: Because I'm boarding Omega Supreme, I'm moving to this thread (and changed the subject to be more fitting). Those who are either riding me or accompanying me (probably everyone) are free to jump over immediately. You don't have to wait your turn in the "Jazz's Repairs" thread. You'll be removed from the rotation of this thread as soon as you've posted into the other one.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 7, 2007 13:58:24 GMT -5
Perceptor nods. "Excellent. Parts and supplies on hand will be a priority until I have the opportunity to produce a fabrication unit capable of turning out cybertronian specific replacement components. Thank you, Long Haul."
Omega Supreme's new interior technicolor redecoration is met with widened optics. "Oh dear." Unless Long Haul beats him to it, Perceptor adds formulating a solvent specific to these paint compounds to his list of tasks.
"Thank you for your help, Long Haul," Perceptor offers as the green mech rolls to a halt. Jazz's upper body is carefully and delicately scooped up and settled into Perceptor's arms. He's not graceful as he exits Long Haul's bed with his burden, but at least Perceptor manages to keep from jostling Jazz's fractured and damaged form any more before Jazz is secured to one of the medical beds.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 7, 2007 14:19:29 GMT -5
Not quite as fractured as the lower half of Jazz. It's now missing a few bits and bobbles from inside as well as having the paint pretty much worn off around the giant claw marks on his legs.
Someone will eventually think to put them with the 'spare parts', within Jazz's vicinity, so Perceptor can reunite Jazz with the concept of 'walking'. Or maybe 'doing the Snoopy dance'. It would be rather awkward if the legs got lost, and Perceptor had to make do with something else. Jazz would look very very odd walking around on Optimus Prime legs.
It'd make him taller than he's ever been, granted, and that might do something to the ego--- no. That wouldn't be a good idea. Not to mention, it would look horrendous with his alternate mode.
Can't have that now.
Oh yes. And Jazz is still out, as Perceptor carefully carries him around. Good thing he was small to begin with-- and now is more easily portable since he's half the mech he used to be.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 7, 2007 14:32:24 GMT -5
Kup isn't the only one who's never seen a mech like Bumblebee before, Arcee, but Swerve? He's just assuming Bumblebee's out like a light because most of his exterior plating's been blasted off his frame. It's the only way he can make sense of the spindly, unaerodynamic-looking design.
"I haven't bothered keepin' track," he admits as he leaves Wedge carefully sprawled to lend a hand hauling Bumblebee into the truck bed. "'Course, ain't a familiar name I've heard yet," he adds in an airily dismissive tone that probably sounds forced, "so no finish off my bumper." The truth is, being surrounded by strange Autobots is… well, it isn't really vexing, just gives him an unsettled feeling near the bottom of his fuel tank. That's what he finds irritating; he hasn't been worried about much of anything in a long time. Why worry about this just because he's stuck Primus-knows-how-far from Velocitron, with Autobots (and some Decepticons out there) and no idea how to get home?
Probably just some kind of lingering aftereffect from using the Cyber Key, he decides. He can shake it. He will.
He returns to Wedge, concerns about the Cyber Key forced out of mind – or at least to the back of the queue – and starts negotiating the orange mech into a more convenient carrying position. He isn't very gentle, not that Swerve does gentle, but he's mindful of the damage to Wedge's arms while he tries helping him upright, ignoring the twinges in his shoulder. If the kid's legs work at all, he can at least walk him over to Kup.
"You sure three mechs ain't too much for you, oldtimer?"
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Post by Slingshot on Aug 7, 2007 19:02:55 GMT -5
Shortly after Long Haul and his group get loaded onto Omega Supreme, a white jet comes arrowing back. He flashes past the rocket-base, turns sharply, flashes past the other way, turns sharply once more, and dives for the Guardian's open door. He transforms just before he hits, stumbling slightly as his feet make contact with Omega's metal.
There's not a mark on him, so there's no obvious reason for the scowl on his face or the clenched fists at his side. He doesn't seem to be looking at Long Haul either, oddly enough.
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 7, 2007 19:50:25 GMT -5
Omega Supreme feels sticky and gunky inside. That's what he gets for transforming and popping paint cans all over his internals space. The paint is long dry, but it still feels gross. He actually finds it more distracting and annoying than his injuries. Pain is just pain. Paint is a pain in the aft!
Speaking of afts, Long Haul and a whole troops of Autobot arrive inside of him. He watches Perceptor work to secure the wounded. Slingshot arrives, to Omega Supreme's relief. Now, he's just waiting on Kup's team and the other flier and on proper securing of all the wounded, and they can depart.
Speaking of the other flier, where in the dickens has he gone? Don't tell Omega Supreme he's still out there baiting the Decepticons. Slingshot had the sense to return. This new one has no excuse whatsoever.
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Post by Synapse on Aug 7, 2007 20:03:16 GMT -5
This time, Synapse enters Omega Supreme. The chance to just calm down and unwind is too tempting, plus there's the trouble of actually keeping up with the giant this time. Well, this first time inside Omega Supreme is definitely something quite different. He runs a finger down one paint-splattered wall, feeling for the difference between this new paint job and the original. Okay, okay, enough dwaddling and feeling up the legendary guardian's interior (as fascinating as it may seem).
"Are we going to need more beds?" he asks, eyes darting along the rest of the place. Where's Kup's group?
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Post by Kup on Aug 7, 2007 20:28:18 GMT -5
Kup sputters at Swerve. Now, truthfully, he knows full well that if you present a big red button to people, they will push it, and yet, he can never seem to avoid responding to the phrase, "old timer."
"Old timer! Why you little... look, they built us strong back in my day! If you can fit 'em in, I can handle 'em!" Then he trails off into muttering for awhile. Careful listeners will pick up phrases like "cam jamming," "software slumping," and "wire whicking."
Finally, he does remember what Arcee had said, and tells her, "I think you'd better learn to make do without a scorecard, lass. Especially if things keep up like they have been. Just gotta think on your feet a bit more... but knowin' how to do that's important anywheres, anyways."
Assuming Wedge and Bumblebee get loaded by the other Autobots (and please, lets) Kup then starts up his engine and rolls up the ramp after the rest. He notes Slingshot's sullen silence, but has to leave the kid to stew for awhile. Talking to Wheelie also goes on his list of things to do ASAP. Getting the three Autobots he carries to proper treatment, however, takes priority.
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Post by Holi on Aug 7, 2007 21:03:20 GMT -5
An observant bot might catch, in the thick of the boarding shuffle, a strangely undersized police car darting up the ramp and vanishing into the safety of Omega Supreme's interior. That bot has just seen a Holi.
A Holi who, upon reaching said safety and transforming to better stay out of the way on a seat, is horrified to see what the paint he couldn't stuff into subspace has done to said interior. Omega must be upset about this, he decides. He adds it to the list of apologies he has to make. Yes, he still remembers that he hasn't apologised to Long Haul as of yet. Don't ask him how he remembers; he's surprised it came to him.
For now, he'll sit here quietly and make sure he doesn't get in the way of shifting in the wounded.
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Post by Arcee on Aug 8, 2007 22:38:45 GMT -5
Arcee makes her own way up the ramp, briefly noting the two undersized vehicles that had become part of their convoy. A miniature police car and what was unmistakably a Cybertronian vehicle, albeit one whose lines and design seemed more than a little bit out of date.
"You're right, Kup," she replies, before giving her attention to Swerve. "You! Lay off the cracks. Kup here's seen more action than any ten people on this entire planet put together! Listen to him and you just might manage not to get your head blown off!"
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Post by Wheelie on Aug 8, 2007 23:55:43 GMT -5
Wheelie's zip up the ramp is right behind Holi and once inside he too returns to robot form.
"Big bots, small bots, and in-between! This is the most people I've ever seen!"
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Post by Wedge on Aug 9, 2007 0:03:39 GMT -5
Slightly galvanized by the world returning upright and by the thought of maybe redeeming himself. If he can't do it in battle, perhaps he can make himself useful in building something. His legs are working fine, so Swerve might have a troublesome time as Wedge tries to forge towards Kup on his own. He does make it into Kup's bed and makes a semblance of thanks, to Swerve and whoever else helped in loading him, with a smile and a mumble.
Most of the ride into Omega Supreme is taken up by wondering how much longer would it take to build a space bridge all by himself, compared to how long it normally does with this whole team.
"Ah...sorry--for all the trouble, Kup."
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