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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 9, 2007 7:04:25 GMT -5
The sound of thrusters roared out across the atmosphere as Skystrike descended through the clouds, leaving behind warped and mutilated fluffy cumulus entrails strewn across the sky. The trip had, thankfully, been mostly quiet. Right now, the only thing making any noise was the howling of passing air as it streamed over the jet’s form and that was a sound she didn’t particularly mind. The blotches of color that was the ground was passing by in a nice blur and all in all, it wasn’t actually a bad day.
Now if only her passengers would stop shuffling around so much. Despite a lot of modification, her cockpit was still quite sensitive and any movements inside it, especially on the pilot’s array resulted in much discomfort and general irritation. Skystrike made a slightly annoyed sound but didn’t otherwise speak up. Cranky and potentially dangerous passengers wasn’t what she wanted or needed right now, despite the fact that she could simply eject them whenever she felt like it. They needed helpers, not more scrap metal and these two were potentially useful.
//Skystrike reporting. I have the two newcomers and I am coming in.//
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Eye-fire
Major
In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 9, 2007 8:07:57 GMT -5
Other than the movement needed to escape the confines of the the blasted storage box, and the subsequent argument with Blackarachnia, Eye-fire hadn't moved much.
Lack of limbs in this mode had been the major deciding factor.
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Post by Starfighter on Aug 9, 2007 8:48:00 GMT -5
Starfighter peeled himself away from a vain attempt to construct some sort of timeline of timestamp reports. It hasn't been going well, partially because of a slight sneaking suspicion that what with all the different alternate universe timeline quantumbabble thingies, time itself might not even work the same way.
"Yessir." Starfighter hopped up into the air, staying in robot mode to make notes as he flew. The tip of his right index finger opened and shifted backward, revealing a thin pointed stylus with which he could make a few preliminary sketches of visible entrances and general terrain.
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Sky-byte
Minor
Worst Luck Ever
Posts: 334
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Post by Sky-byte on Aug 9, 2007 12:53:28 GMT -5
With not even concealed delight and relief, Sky-byte delivers the supplies to their appointed spot. His jaw feeling light and springy now that the dead weight is gone from them. Eagerly, he flips away towards the mines. As much distance as he can put between himself and those supplies the better. Time for some good old exploration of tunnels and such. This time without troublesome Autobots and their little humans (though Sky-byte definitely would not begrudge the humans).
"To the mines we go then," Sky-byte says with a laugh as he launches himself towards an entrance. "Better keep your optics peeled! You never know what runs around in these depths." A silly snicker follows after as he dives in.
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Shortround
Minor
Breaker of the Fourth Wall
Posts: 272
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Post by Shortround on Aug 9, 2007 23:14:05 GMT -5
Shortround groans. He has to be everywhere BUT a toystore... These guys won't get any of the profits from his sales.
With a zoom he heads off in Starscream's direction, hoping he takes a fair few cubes so he'll have less cargo to dump on the next cube taker.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
Posts: 554
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 10, 2007 9:07:21 GMT -5
Explore… the mines. With the flying shark and the shaky flier.
Wreckage has to concede the logic of the exercise itself; as things stand, he would rather examine the underground warrens himself than rely on the mapping abilities of someone he barely knows beyond a name and a voice. These Decepticons look as stable as Frenzy, but one or two of them seem capable of sound decisions. He will have to keep track of the sensible ones.
His quiet acknowledgement to Hook is lost in the rumble of his engine shifting gears as he starts up toward the mine.
OOC: Wreckage will post-in to the Inside the Mine thread later today.
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 10, 2007 9:22:06 GMT -5
Fleetwind finally arrives on the site and touches down gently, despite his weariness. As soon as he puts Needlenose down, the other takes off, ignoring the pastel Seeker's polite nod of departure. The Seeker sighs. Still broken, hungry, and there's still so much more work to be done. No doubt he should be joining Dead End and his group in finding a secure place to put the energon, but for now, all he can bring himself to do is stand rather dully in the middle of the encampment and watch the scurrying about of the town and mining region. He'll get moving soon.
In the meantime, his attention is drawn to the arrival of Skystrike, and he must admit some level of curiosity concerning her passengers...
OOC: Yay! Fleets is standing around being useless!
Needlenose is not posting again in this thread. He's going straight off to bug Starscream and Hook.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 10, 2007 11:24:43 GMT -5
The blue jet came to a neat hovering stop a few feet off the ground a few dozen yards away from Fleetwind, her tinted canopy popping open with a slight hiss. She would’ve used her earthen form’s landing gear if the landing gear hadn’t been taken off and used as scrap metal sometime ago. As it was, she’d merely have to make do.
“Feel free to get out anytime now.” The seeker rumbled. She was rather tempted to give a rough shake just to get them moving. So she did. “I may still have to introduce you two to Starscream and Hook, and then you may go through the great joy of familiarizing yourself with the rest of this motley horde. And then of course, getting to work.”
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Post by Spinister on Aug 10, 2007 19:05:02 GMT -5
The Apache helicopter arrives in what is perfectly reasonable time for a helicopter that can do a little under 250 mph, which is the best that anyone can expect of any helicopter. Needlenose may have reason to expect better speed, but Spinister carefully chose to arrive when Needleose was otherwise distracted. He doesn’t want to have to deal with his peevish pupil at the moment. If Needlenose asks, Spinister will explain that he had to stop for his Nebulans, who had to answer the call of nature and gather food. Such an excuse is entirely true. Hairsplitter will even complain bitterly about how Singe burnt the runner-beast that Hairsplitter managed to snipe for them.
Spinister would not be telling the whole truth. He would be leaving out how he stopped, disassembled several abandoned vehicles, and finally found enough usable parts to repair himself1. He left his surface injuries, the sort that only need a spot weld and a bit of buffing, the injuries that have no need of invasive exploration. It would be unreasonable to assume that he did not take some damage through combat, and so some damage he will show, if anyone cares to look at him.
He makes a run over the city, taking in its general layout and proximity to the mine. On the outskirts, the helicopter transforms. Spinister considers his options, pointedly not radioing in for orders. Such are for him to decide for himself. First of all, they need to secure the area. It would be a potentially lethal mistake to assume that the only Autobots that are on this planet are the ones that they saw in that battle. Even before they tend to the injured, they need to make sure that this place is safe enough that they won’t just end up with more wounded.
After the area is secure, and it will never be entirely secure, he needs to talk to Starscream and set the tyrant straight. Spinister may let an inferior medic, if there is one to be found, tend to the minor injuries that he has left just to get it into their records that he was indeed fixed after the battle. Speaking of which, if they are stuck here long enough to necessitate a proper security system and records database, he’s going to have to wire in and hardcode his own backdoors during the construction and programming.
Spinister dispatches Hairsplitter, off to look for an office building or something that would have the city and mine plans on file. Hairsplitter is better suited to the task than Singe is, as Singe will just have to stay with Spinister.
As Hairsplitter draws his own Nebulan-sized sniper rifle and scampers away, Spinister surveys the area. Ah, Skystrike was brining Eye-fire and Blackarachnia. He supposes that he ought to take a gander at them, not to greet them. He just needs to know their silhouettes look like if he ever needs to shoot them. That in mind, Spinister ambles on over to Skystrike. Her passengers are either small pr size-shifters, he notes at once.
1 F-15 parts were good enough for the Seekers in the cartoon, and Slingshot once made do with car parts!
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 11, 2007 5:49:11 GMT -5
OOC: Phew! Sorry about the delay, folks!
As her passage came to a halt, Blackarachnia turned to the gun. "Well, end of the line." She tossed him out--in a manner allowing a more dramatic entrance by transforming and landing on the ground rather than in a manner similar to discarding a tissue--before she leaped out herself.
She landed quietly, before righting herself and looking at the gathered Decepticons. This is madness. Blackarachnia was petite compared to most Predacons, but has never been outsized by so many at the same time. Bunch of gas guzzlers. Just as well taking people head on wasn't her style. She tilted her head as she appraised her new comrades, studying them in silence.
Finally, she started to speak. "So. I need to know where Starscream is, and where--and who--Sky-Byte is." Not saying it to anyone in particular. Whoever these people were, their best choice for leader was the most notorious backstabber of Decepticon history. That didn't rate many of them high in her books.
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Eye-fire
Major
In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Aug 11, 2007 8:36:05 GMT -5
Eye-fire transformed in mid air as he was tossed out, landing on the ground relatively softly for his size.
"Its good to be joined up with the main force, now I can get orders."
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 11, 2007 10:32:31 GMT -5
"Welcome, Skystrike," Fleetwind inclines his head politely towards the arriving Seeker. From the descriptions he's heard over the radio, it's easy enough to figure out which of the newcomers is which. Gun-former, similar in build to Shockwave... "Eye-fire," and... well, that's certainly an unusual design! Not very much like Sky-Byte's at all! It looks horribly fragile, but Fleetwind decides not to be dismissive. Looks can be deceiving, especially when you're talking about Transformers. "Blackarachnia. Greetings, all." The Seeker does note Spinister's pause, and nods quickly to include him in the greeting, but does not address the helicopter by name. There's something concerning that one which seems to be the key to why Needlenose is so annoyed with him, but Fleetwind cannot fathom what.
He turns and gestures towards the town in the general area direction that Needlenose had headed off in. "Starscream is receiving repairs from Hook, and I think Needlenose went in their direction for the same. I still need some repairs myself, but mine are pretty low priority." Then he gestured more vaguely at the town in general. "From what I've seen and heard, we also have a group searching out a suitable energon storage location. Sky-Byte, however, is part of a team exploring the mine," and here Fleetwind points to the mine's entrance. "You may want to wait until he comes out to speak with him."
He turns again back to the new arrivals. "Er... I should probably be joining one of those two teams shortly, but I can stick around here a bit longer if anyone needs further assistance."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 11, 2007 13:17:43 GMT -5
Skystrike transformed, her feet setting on the ground with a loud thump. Finally! She folded and unfolded her wings several time, testing her joints and basically doing the robot equivalent of stretching. She just gives a nonchalant wing-flick at Fleetwind in acknowledgement but otherwise seemed momentarily more occupied with the scenery and the newcomers.
"Thank you Fleetwind." Skystrike answered shorty afterwards before turning to the rifle, scowling slightly.
“So you’re looking forward to being ordered around, eh?” She aimed a slightly contemptuous look down at Eye-fire but didn’t continue to comment on it. Instead she started walking in the direction she’d spotted Hook and Starscream when they were flying. “Well, let’s go introduce yourselves to our 'great leaders' so I can finally rid myself of you.”
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Post by Spinister on Aug 11, 2007 18:24:25 GMT -5
A wolf-whistle emits from Spinister's side, and Singe transforms and lands neatly on his feet in front of Spinister. Singe's eyes clearly glued on Blackarachania's assets, he greets, "Baby, what year are you from? Because if they're all built like you, that's the year I wanna visit next!" He then elbows Spinister's lower leg, looks up at his partner, and comments aloud, "Looks like female 'cons ain't a bad idea at all."
It's never occurred to Singe that perhaps it was his delightful manner that sent Llyra running into Galen's arms. No, clearly, Galen is an under-handed, no-good politician, unlike Lord Zarak, who is an under-handed, all-good politician.
Spinister advises, "Ignore Singe," to which Singe scowls and pointlessly shakes a fist at Spinister. He considers Blackarachnia. She looks like a smaller version of an Insecticon, rounded such that she may interact with alien species as a female diplomatic relations model. The Insecticons were some of the deadliest killers in the Decepticon army. If she has half their lethality and potential for trouble-making, he will have to watch her well. Spinister wonders if this Starscream keeps a bug-hoop, as Spinister's Starscream did.
Eye-fire looks designed along Shockwave's lines, but he doesn't seem to possess Shockwave's desire for power, if his request for orders is any indication. Of course, Eye-fire could simply be hiding his true intentions.
That's what it all boils down to in Spinister's business: watch everyone and listen to even more.
Considering Blackarachnia's size, Spinister inquires, "Would you mind helping Hairsplitter look for the plans of this place? It'll be easier to find things if we have half an idea where they ought to be." He hikes a thumb back in the direction that Hairsplitter went. It'll let Spinister keep a pair of eyes on Blackarachnia, even if they aren't his own.
Singe protests, "Hairsplitter has no idea how to treat a lady!"
Spinister mutters quietly, "Quite, but Hairsplitter can respect a soldier."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
Posts: 226
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 12, 2007 1:12:59 GMT -5
What has Blackarachnia learned? Well, Skystrike is cranky and Eye-Fire cannot function without someone to hold his hand. The yellow jet is far too nice to be anyone of import, and this pink-and-cyan character has at least two charges, one of which doesn't quite understand respect.
In a flash, Blackarachnia leaped forward, folded back into her beast mode at the same time. The large Black Widow pinned down Singe with her second pair of legs.
"Let's get something straight." The Widow said as her fangs protruded. "The next time you feel like talking to me like that, I'll find out if the fuel you run on is as crude as your mouth."
Her front legs shoved Singe back. "Terrorize." Back to her robot mode. "Not now." She said to Spinister. "I've got to talk to our illustrious leader." Mmm, Sarcasm. "Keep your little friend in line." With that, she turned and made her way to Starscream.
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