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Post by Demolishor on Aug 16, 2007 16:04:32 GMT -5
Demolishor shrugged aimlessly and went to stand by Dead End. It was a decent enough plan, he supposed, if a boring one. An important mech like him, Megatron's right hand man, deserved far better than cleaning out some ancient civilization's junk.
Personally, he would have preferred ripping the top off the bunker and emptying it that way, but then they wouldn't have much of a place to store things.
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Shortround
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Breaker of the Fourth Wall
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Post by Shortround on Aug 16, 2007 21:11:01 GMT -5
Shortround nodded to the plan and... Moved to elsewhere in the line, somewhere where his lack of hands would hopefully not hinder him so much. Namely the end of the line.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Aug 16, 2007 23:01:36 GMT -5
Skystrike quietly crouched slowly back down, her wings folding back slightly. She peered thoughtfully through the glass, catching smudges of moving familiar colors through the dark, murky rooms and furniture. Idly contemplating what she should do, the blue jet swiveled her head around to peer at the rest of her surroundings, making mental notes of any rocks or beams or other obstacles that would hinder her lurking.
It was probably a bad habit, this sneaking around her comrade’s backs for the simple sake of doing so, especially when they were working. If one of them mistook her for something she wasn’t, then the results probably wouldn’t be pretty. She should stand up and act casual anytime now. Should she? They’d probably ask her to help then, and that would be a tad annoying. If there was one thing Skystrike didn’t like refusing, it was the suggestion that she stopped being useless and actually spend her free time doing nonsense things she always did.
At least, that’d been the opinion of her ex-trine mate, someone she’d come to despise and who’s voice still lingered in the back of her head like a twisted form of a conscience. She frowned at the fleeting and unpleasant memory that chose the moment to flit to the front of her mind.
Work it was then. The last thing Skystrike wanted to do was reminisce about the days when she was still in trine. With that, the blue jet stood up, making sure to let the vents on her knees scrape noisily against the building before stepping out from behind it and into sight.
“Need any help?” She questioned.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 17, 2007 7:18:20 GMT -5
Fleetwind considers Dead End's suggestion about storing both the energon and the explosives in the bunker. "Eeeeeeh... good point, that." He allows himself a wry grin, then admits. "Personally, I was just thinking about how having only one or the other in the bunker at a time decreases the odds of me being in there with both going off at once." Because, of course, if both aren't in there at once, they can't go off at once.
He moves to his place in line, and notes, with pleasure, that it's near to the exit (though not at the end, like Shortround), and when Skystrike arrives, dips his head. "We could use it, certainly."
OOC: Hey, any of you folks object to just assuming we get this stuff loaded or unloaded or whatever we need and then move these characters into Interim? If their are no objects, I'm going to move Fleetwind into it when he comes up next.
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Dead End
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Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Aug 17, 2007 11:11:12 GMT -5
With the sensible people organizing things, and Skystrike's extra assist, they quickly get the job done. The energon is all neatly stacked on one side, the explosives to the other side, and mysterious boxes of parts (mining 'torpedoes'?) at the back (All of which Dead End makes careful count of). Dead End dismisses everyone to whatever they needed to do next, though he does make a few suggestions:
"Fleetwind, Demolishor, get repaired. I'll be along to assist Hook, hopefully before he goes postal from having to deal with Starscream at close range for prolonged periods. As I recall, he always had Scrapper and Megatron as a buffer between himself and the Air Commander or my fellow Stunticons. Usually."
After most of his workers leave, Dead End looks over the door. The door is not locked, as it was rent open. There is nothing to deter anyone from sneaking in and making off with a few (or a lot) of cubes. Hmm...
Dead End retrieves a brick of the clay-like explosive, cuts it open--oh yes, this is very much like C-4 or plastic explosive! He molds the stuff into a seal around the lock, and sticks a few stray wires into it, bent over and hooked into the former lock mechanism. There. It won't actually do anything unless someone is idiot enough to apply electrical current to the wires, but it looks like it might be a nasty booby-trap. Hopefully it will discourage casual theft by the stupid--and a broken seal will at least be a clue that there's been a theft.
After he's finished admiring his handywork, Dead End transforms and rolls back to where Hook is doing repairs.
OOC: Done here, as far as I'm concerned.
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