Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 13, 2007 9:57:58 GMT -5
Oh, look! Another set of hands has arrived!
Once Fleetwind finishes dropping off Needlenose and his guns and greeting the new arrivals, he takes to the air to see what needs to be done. He spots Dead End's group, the only group exposed and easily spotted besides the gathering near Starscream, and so quickly touches down near them outside the... whatever they're at. His wing is still damaged, and there are other scorch marks, though those are not bad. Two mechs in alternate mode and unable to transform, one unloading a warehouse, but doing so, rather slowly.
"Looks like you guys could use an extra set of hands," he observes, then pokes his head in the warehouse. He frowns and his brows furrow. "Ugh. Organics certainly go foul, don't they? Is this the place you intend to store energon?"
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 13, 2007 10:48:56 GMT -5
Dead End's engine rumbles. "It appears to be a bunker of some sort, so--yes. However, someone who is not in alt-mode loaded to the cargo hatch with energon needs to use their hands or other manipulatory appendages to clear the goo and the excess crates out of here so we have a place to put the energon."
Wheels twist restlessly left and right. "It might be useful to ascertain if any of the crates contain something volatile or unstable," he adds. "Some of them must be in this bunker rather than a simple warehouse for a reason."
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 13, 2007 13:56:50 GMT -5
Demolishor shuts the crate up again and pulls it off to the side. "Or they wanted to protect stuff from exploding in, not exploding out. This all looks like spare junk and extra parts."
He hasn't seen anything vaguely like a military structure around here, but you never know with freaky aliens. Maybe they had something so advanced that Hook wasn't able to find it, and the bunkers were to protect against it.
Hey, new person. With hands. Demolishor holds the pole out in Fleetwind's direction. "Here," he says with a grin. "You take care of it. I'm busy."
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Shortround
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Post by Shortround on Aug 14, 2007 4:28:50 GMT -5
Shortround hovered out of the way and closed his door. Not that it would help if anything attacked.
"If you find anything in there that's useful I might be able to transport it elsewhere... After I get this energon out of me" Shortround said, in an attempt to look helpful.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 14, 2007 9:32:25 GMT -5
Fleetwind accepts the pole, but eyes the others warily. Fleetwind is the biggest coward that he, personally, is aware of... so why does Demolishor have a problem with moving the dead creature, when the Seeker can't see a reason why it would be a danger?
Based on this, the pastel jet ups his estimation of the potential hazard, but does so only marginally - Demolishor has yet to impress Fleetwind with his intelligence, and it could just be a mater of stupidity. He glides carefully to the back of the warehouse, just in case the other Decepticon was incorrect in his belief that the locals, for some mind-boggling reason, have decided to use what looks to be a munitions bunker to <i>protect</i> nothing more than "spare junk and extra parts," and reaches the dead... thing.
A quick examination (and a brief prod) is enough to tell Fleetwind that this thing is in too fragile a state to be moved by the pole - somewhere between solid and liquid, really - so he sets that aside, kneels down, and scoops the thing up with both hands. Then he slides once more out the building and tosses the thing aside.
He briefly considers a smart remark to the effect of, There, there, it can't hurt you now, but dismisses that on the basis of the fact that Demolishor has bigger guns than he does, and instead says, "I'd advise caution unloading. I'm still not convinced there's nothing volatile in there."
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 14, 2007 9:38:31 GMT -5
"Now there speaks a sensible mech," mutters Dead End.
"Thank you, Fleetwind, for dealing with the dreadful scary dead thing," he says sardonically. "Now, could one of you kindly get me unloaded?"
"Oh, and there's a cube wedged funny under the hatch lip. Try not to smash it when you pull it out," Dead End adds as afterthought. "I'm still waiting for someone to drop a cube and have all of it going up in sympathetic detonation, along with whatever's in this warehouse."
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 14, 2007 18:09:14 GMT -5
He actually touched it? Yuch!
Demolishor, his dignity slightly singed but still in recognizable pieces, goes over to help Dead End get unloaded. Apparently no one around here can do anything without being horribly rude.
"Are you always this cranky?" he asks, tugging at the first of the cubes. They feel disturbingly light, and they're all the wrong color.
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Shortround
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Post by Shortround on Aug 14, 2007 22:35:18 GMT -5
Shortround stayed silent, however he opened his door to allow any onlookers to see the energon cubes piled within.
"Feel free to help me next" Shortround said, a slight hint of impatience in his voice. Though mostly drowned out by the nerdishness of everything he says. Least he doesn't bubble-talk like Seaspray...
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 15, 2007 7:08:24 GMT -5
Darned straight he touched it! It's just a dead organic. You can get worse things on the bottom of your feet walking around organic worlds.
Since Demolishor is unloading Dead End, Fleetwind gets started removing the energon cubes from Shortround. It should be noted that he is not putting them in the munitions bunker. This is because he still strongly suspect that most intelligent species would actually build a munitions bunker for... a valid reason. Call him crazy. Instead, he is piling the cubes next to the entrance, figuring that it will be faster to clear out the bunker with four sets of arms vice two.
"I'll be careful not to drop any cubes," the Seeker observes dully as he starts to work. Even so, he makes an effort to scan the area, trying to get a bead on the quickest potential safe-cover should anything go wrong.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 15, 2007 11:28:39 GMT -5
"Cranky? I do not get 'cranky'. Motormaster is cranky. Megatron, after Starscream had done something interesting, was cranky. Starscream sounds like he is getting cranky. I am not cranky; I am merely sardonically cynical about our current forces."
Dead End rolls around to make it a bit more convenient for Demolishor to unload him and waits patiently until the job is done. Finally unloaded, he transforms and strides over to the crates. What was in them? He grabs one, carries it outside to the earthen berm and tears it open.
Bricks carefully wrapped in plastic. How very interesting. If it was what it looked like... Just to be sure, he pulls one out and tosses it far into the bushes, then draws a small laser pistol and fires--
No explosion, just a merry little fire that rapidly turns into a small brushfire. Dead End judges it with the optics of a terrorist who has caused more than a few fires, wrecks and other disasters: not likely to spread in this rocky terrain.
"Fleetwind, Demolishor! Keep an optic open for a box of electrical detonators! There should be some around here somewhere."
// Hook, do we have a use for the local equivalent of C-4? //
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 15, 2007 12:26:35 GMT -5
Demolishor backed away slowly from that crate, one arm raised just in case something else set it off. He suddenly felt far less secure about unloading all those crates.
Maybe Dead End was right to be so nervous.
"Right, right." Demolishor bent low and waddled back inside the bunker, coming back next with a smaller crate under each arm. This had several more strange symbols on them, but in less 'loud' colors and multiple underlines. Whatever it was, it was probably a little less explosive.
"So what do I do with this stuff?" he asked, setting it on the ground and backing quickly away.
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Shortround
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Post by Shortround on Aug 15, 2007 21:58:09 GMT -5
Shortround has a lot more energon cubes in him than Dead End, and therefore takes longer to unload. Once he is finally unloaded however, he transforms and stretches.
"Ah slag I've been waiting to do that for days!" Shortround says, claws behind his back. He then looks in the bunker and walks in, taking a look around inside. "Should be able to hold them all..." Shortround says.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 16, 2007 7:04:03 GMT -5
This was far more comfortable. Away from her brightly colored and noisy comrades, stalking past buildings, Skystrike let herself relax. To any onlooker on the ground, they probably would’ve seen glimpses of blue wingtips drifting over the rooftops and heard the occasional muffled whirr of joints. This place may be alien, but the buildings were a welcomed comfort. Even if they were too small to hide in and too short to be much of an obstacle for any other fliers, she could at least find some refuge from the endless organic masses of this world for a while. The seeker crouched and peered curiously into the windows, trying to see through the dust obscured glass, sometimes breaking one when something caught her interest. One time a small critter fluttered out with a startled squawk and the blue flier watched it go, flying away and disappearing behind another structure. Skystrike contemplated following it for a moment only to be distracted by distant noises of people talking. She peered over the building she’d been looking in and cycled her optics in a bemused blinked down at the distant sight of Demolisher, Dead End, Fleetwind and Shortround.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 16, 2007 8:32:22 GMT -5
Fleetwind has not yet spotted Skystrike. She's hiding behind some buildings! So instead he just nods to Dead End and answers, "I'll keep an optic out." To Demolishor he advises, "Why don't we just set these things out of the way for now? We don't want to store explosives with energon, but there should be time to sort everything out." He shrugs.
"This might go faster if we form a chain... each of us just hand off the boxes to the other. That way, we should be able to get the warehouse unloaded and then reloaded in no time. We'll just... have to be gentle when we're handing things off, I'd think."
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Aug 16, 2007 10:20:29 GMT -5
Dead End gives Fleetwind one of his usual impassive looks (it would be a baffled look, except that he's wearing that mask and visor).
"Why not? Energon is more explosive than this stuff. Put all the explosives in one bunker." His tone is a question, not an order. Then he shrugs. "Oh well. Logistics isn't exactly my specialty. Though I suppose we might want the room for more energon as it is produced. I expect that once the base is actually built, we'll be locating it in a reinforced underground chamber."
He nods at Fleetwind's second suggestion. "That makes sense. Demolishor, Shortround, follow Fleetwind's direction. We'll get this done in no time and then you lot can go assist with the exploration or whatever."
Dead End, being one of the smaller robot modes in the crowd of wide tanks and tall Seekers, positions himself in the warehouse, at the head of the line. Fleetwind would be better off not trying to squeeze himself through that door repeatedly--he's liable to forget to duck low enough sooner or later, and either take out the top lintel or his intakes. And unlike Shortround, Dead End has two actual hands to grab things with.
Dead End has no intention of letting Fleetwind get the notion he can order the Stunticon around, however. The fellow might be agreeable enough now (and sensible, too--Dead End could get to like this guy), but give a Seeker a little bit of power and next thing you know, he's kicking casseticons across the room just because he can.
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