Screwdriver
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"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 11, 2007 9:30:57 GMT -5
Sleeping Beauty awakes.
The large, red optics of the Junkion, Screwdriver, come online, and she looks around area ever so quietly. Her optics widen and flash brightly once. Why, what a wondrous play land she's found herself in! She gets up and glides swiftly to the nearest, still operational, cage and peers in at the other-world setting and the strange, dead beast within. Her hand reaches out to the field that acts to hold in the dead animal and keep the illusionary environment stable, and she watches with interest as her index finger seems to come into contact with something solid where nothing solid looks to be, and a faint, electric glow outlines where she's contacted the field's surface.
Oh, what clever, delightful devices have been set here! Screwdriver's mouth pulls into a wide grin at the prospect of pulling such wonders apart to see how they work. What a busy little toymaker she will be! She straightens and once more scans the area, noting somewhere down the main walkway someone else has already gotten started. "Curiouser and curiouser!" Screwdriver pronounces out loud.
She starts to head towards the small hydroelectric station when something else, something rather near where she woke up, catches her eye. She changes direction to investigate.
Hmmm. Another Transformer. He wears the Mark of the Emperor. A jet of some sort, from the looks of things, but jets are ever so common amongst the Emperor's tin soldiers. Green, and reminiscent of the wizard-hatted (or is that a dunce cap?) variety, but very different as well.
"'Can you put your head back on, so that we can play cards?' the boy asked," Screwdriver says as she sits down, Indian-style, next to the body to investigate. Opening a panel proves difficult, as the body is horribly crushed in most places, almost as if he'd been ground between something. It takes only a moment for her to declare, "No, no, I don't think you can." She continues her investigations, although she's already figured out that this broken toy is beyond even her ability to mend.
Pity. She could use a playmate.
OOC: The Autobots are heading back to this location, so whenever they finish their travel, they'll probably be entering into this thread (several will, no doubt, then move into other threads).
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 11, 2007 17:57:02 GMT -5
Maybe they ignored Omega Supreme's warning about keeping down the racket. Maybe the bickering and whining did break out again. It probably did, and if it did, Omega Supreme did his best to ignore it. He has extremely fragile cargo, and he knows it. As such, Omega Supreme has done his very best to makes the flight smooth and gentle.
His landing now is much more mild than his hurried, frantic one at the battle. His base component appears and hefts up the rocket into position. After a quick sweep rules out any obvious dangers, his doors snap open, and those unwounded or only lightly wounded are free to leave, if they can figure out the dreaded safety belts. Outside, his tank begins its usual sweeps, and Omega Supreme realizes something. He's hungry again.
Omega Supreme does not yet notice the Junkion girl. Perhaps his passengers will?
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 11, 2007 18:32:43 GMT -5
Perceptor will not be the one to notice the Junkion girl. He is too preoccupied with checking to make certain that none of the wounded had taken any additonal damage during the flight, smooth as it had been. Fortunately, from cursory examination, everything looks relatively unchanged.
"Long Haul, you stated that the structure you had in mind for a repair facility would require modification before it will be ready for our use? We should, perhaps, then leave the wounded here, if that is agreeable to you, Omega Supreme? I would prefer to move our severely wounded as little as necessary before we have the opportunity to perform the necessary repairs," the scientist explains.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 11, 2007 20:21:55 GMT -5
Long Haul, like Perceptor, is staying inside. No Junkion girl noticing for him! He doesn't know what a Junkion is, anyway. He's been silent the whole ride, because Omega Supreme requested silence, and that's good enough for Long Haul, but with the ride over, he nods to Perceptor.
"Yeah, still needs some modification. A lot, prolly. We're going to be roughing it for a few days, so if it's okay with Omega, s'prolly best if we do what repairs we can in here." He gestures towards Nightbeat as he unhooks his belt. "He's gonna need work done what can't be done in here, since a lot of his armor needs replacing, and I'm not... erm... well, we've got parts, but I'm not sure how long they'll last. But there's a lot of stuff we can do in here."
Then, Long Haul looks up. If there's an internal camera, Long Haul looks directly at it, and addresses Omega Supreme. "That is, at least, if it's all right with you, Omega?"
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Post by Kup on Aug 11, 2007 20:44:54 GMT -5
Kup rubs his temples as the flight ends, and surveys the room. There's so much to be done, it makes it difficult to prioritize. There are repairs to be done, there is energon to find, there is a base to build, there are people to train to work together... hell, they still need to establish some sort of formal command, although the informal command is already set pretty clearly in Kup's mind: Xaaron's in charge, and Kup's his second. They just need to figure out some way to make it official without pissing everyone off, really.
Kup briefly muses that it seemed pretty easy to figure out who was in charge of the Decepticons... odd how removing Megatron seems to make their structure more stable (especially with, of all people, Starscream still there!) while removing Prime (whomever he may be at the moment) from the Autobots has destabilized the Autobots.
Kup looks at the gray body strapped to the fifth berth. Well, there is a Prime here. That may be part of the problem.
The veteran unhooks his seat and stands up, trying to get a bead on what needs to be taken care of first. He really, really wants to go talk to Wheelie, but his reasons there are more personal than anything else; the Minibot seems to be getting on rather well with Holi, truth be told. Skyblast promises to be trouble, but the best way to deal with him may be to get either Jazz or Bumblebee awake to get their advice on how to deal with him.
And then there's Slingshot.
Another recent arrival, and the first person he encounters from something like his own universe, and it's a dead Optimus Prime. The lads been fuming the whole ride, and given how... temperamental the Aerialbots' records indicated they were when they were this young, that, too, promises danger.
There is a moment's of hesitation - after all, Kup recently suffered a near-death experience at the hands of Slingshot and his fellows - before the veteran quietly approaches the Aerialbot, the limp still faintly evident as he walks.
"Slingshot?" he holds his hand out for a shake. "Kup. You've still got some years yet before you meet me, but around 2005, I got made the chief of security of Cybertron. You look like you need someone to talk about this whole mess with, and I'm probably the best option among those who aren't busy saving lives right now."
OOC: Not staying in this thread. This will be cross posted to "Inside Omega: Kup and Slingshot"
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 11, 2007 20:57:19 GMT -5
Screwdriver's optics widen with the arrival of Omega Supreme. "Fee, fi, foe, fum!" she murmurs nervously. She knows this giant! He serves King Arthur! She gets to her feet and prepares to transform, but looks upon the rocket consideringly. She was never what you'd call a front line soldier, and it could be that neither the giant nor any of the tin soldiers inside are in a position to recognize her as anything but a princess of her people, and the alliance between her people and Camelot is quite strong. If none know her, running would look suspicious, but staying would look natural.
And think of the potential for fun!
The toymaker tilts her head to the right and waits to see who disembarks, singing softly to herself as she does, "Go ahead and hate your neighbor... go ahead and cheat a friend..."
A most challenging new game indeed! But surely, someone so clever as she is up to the challenge!
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Synapse
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Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Aug 11, 2007 21:43:40 GMT -5
When Omega Supreme lands, Synapse lets out a breath he didn't know he that he had been holding in. Landing in someone is much more different than landing on one's own. He isn't quite sure if he likes it or not.
A familiar color of orange greets his optics when Synapse shifts to peer out of the Guardian's now-open port. So they're back at the zoo. Still unused to the straps that are Omega Supreme's seat-belts, he clumsily detaches them and carefully maneuver's his way to the door. If circumstances were different, Synapse would gladly choose to remain inside something while attempting repairs on his nodes. But right now, circumstances are different. Inside, he'd be an obstacle for those that are making repairs. Besides, he'd rather none of them see him squirm as he does his work.
Lightly, Synapse steps down out of Omega Supreme. He's much to distracted with what's going to be at hand to notice any Junkion girl. More than just a couple steps and a hop later, he finds himself a semi-secluded spot not too far away. He sits himself carefully down and his remaining, fully functional node is deployed with a snap and a hiss to begin a careful patrol in the area around Omega Supreme as Synapse starts his maintenance. His remaining node is released and hovers gently into his hands.
Pop open a hatch here, detach some wires there. Synapse frowns as he pulls his small fusion cutter from subspace and sets it down beside him. He's going to have to assess the damage first and that means reactivating the node's transmitters. When he does, a pained hiss escapes as the the barely dulled, searing pain makes itself known to once again. The optical sensor is definitely useless, as are all the tactile sensors on the front half of this node. Reluctantly, Synapse reaches for his fusion cutter and gets ready to start working.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 11, 2007 22:07:07 GMT -5
It's been a long time since Wedge has been in a transport. He sure knows he's never been in one while strapped down into a medical bed though. In normal circumstances, this situation would be met with complaints of boredom. But he spent most of the trip slipping in and out of recharge. It's when they land that Wedge snaps awake, almost forgetting where he is.
"Heavy Load! I had the weirdest dream that I was--" the words die quickly on his lips when he finds that he can't sit up. Wedge quickly notices the medical bed beneath him and the paint splattered interior around him. So...not a dream, definitely not a dream if the pain hadn't been enough of a signal before. In almost a defeated fashion, Wedge relaxes back into the bed. Nothing and no one here is comfortingly familiar in anyway except Long Haul, and that's only because of the lime-green mech's construction vehicle alt-mode. Instead Wedge tries to focus on the blotchy insides of Omega Supreme. How many different colors are splattered inside and how many different blotches are scattered around? What's the least amount of colors needed to properly differentiate each blotch from the other? The answer should be four.
Argh, is everything he thinks about going to remind him of his team?
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Aug 12, 2007 3:27:21 GMT -5
Holi once again finds himself in that odd in-between state of emotions. He feels better than he did earlier, but he still doesn't feel good. There are wounded, some seriously, and one dead. Sure, still others seem okay, if banged up, but there's an awful sense of defeat in the air. He doesn't like it. They didn't lose!
Well, mostly. Right? But that building got blown up… but– Well, now the Decepticons can't use that energy! …No, that really isn't all that good, because the Autobots can't, either.
With a sigh, the little blue bot unstraps himself as neatly as he buckled in, stopping once he's loose to check on Wheelie. Assuming his friend is doing alright, Holi hops down and heads for the exit; he isn't sure what he can do here, shy of just keeping Wheelie company. Emirate Xaaron has the dragon, Long Haul and Perceptor are seeing to care of the wounded, Kup's talking to the grumpy plane-bot… it all seems pretty well covered. Well, except for the grumpy red bot, who's looking a bit grey at the edges. What did Kup call him? Punk? Yea– no, it's Swerve. If it didn't seem such a bad idea, what with that vicious temper Holi had heard over the radio more than once, he'd tell Swerve that it's easier to just admit the rocket trip spooked him.
If there's nothing it seems he can do here, why not scout the area? There we go! He can make sure those Decepticons Xaaron mentioned didn't follow them. And check (very carefully) for any more calizards or skybulls. Or other animals.
"I'll go look around," he announces. "And don't worry, Emirate Xaaron, sir – I won't let any Mayhems get past me!" Wow, that almost sounded like something Laster might say. Rather proud of his own confidence, Holi trots down the ramp. He pauses as he reaches the tank tracks. Maybe Omega can hear through the tank. He could try apologising… no. No, he'll do that later, properly. That decided, Holi darts across the track behind the tank. Time for this Micromaster to get moving–
He stops after only a handful of steps. What an odd-looking robot that is, all rust red and orange. She, and he decides she is definitely a she, nearly blends in with the orange all over the place. He doesn't see any pointy purple symbols….
"…Hello," he tries in greeting, tentative but cheery.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 12, 2007 4:44:01 GMT -5
Swerve may just drive next time, thanks anyway.
It takes him a full six tenths of a second to get all the necessary joints unlocked so he can free himself of the seat. Mentally, he adds 'flying in a giant rocketship' to the short list of things he likes least about this planet: Dead End, lousy roads, Decepticons, Emirate slagging Xaaron, Autobots, and flying in a giant rocketship. That about covers it for now.
Unfortunately, he can't just get right to work. No, have to wait and find out if the rocketship-also-a-leaking-stupidly-big-robot-with-a-leaking-stupidly-big-cannon minds being turned into a temporary repair shop. Swerve was hoping to get started so he could ignore Xaaron in case the old buzzard started talking to him again. Scrap it, he'll see what he has on hand.
Race kit… check. Replacement pins, bolts, and screws… check. Spare wiring – none – spare hoses and lines, he has plenty of those. Looks like he hadn't brought his cutter to that last race, though; he must've thought he wouldn't need it. Smelt, he hardly remembers. It'd be handy right now, for sure. Not that he has the metal to go trying to fabricate new plating. He doesn't usually carry whole replacement joints, either. Before all is said and done, he might just finish the chop work Perceptor started.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 12, 2007 11:20:14 GMT -5
Skyblast, somehow, does not kill himself removing the belt buckles. He's been fidgety the whole trip, and when he stands up, he stretches to the semi-musical sound of twanging cables. Pensively, he chews at his lip. Skyblast wants to be here for Jazz and Bumblebee, but he's also itching to get out and do something. Besides, the Doc in red seems to want him to skedaddle.
That tears it. Skyblast sprints out the door and pauses. Whoa, bright out here! He raises a hand to shade his optics. Where did that little guy go? It does wonders for Skyblasts's ego to know that there are Autobots shorter than him. He's used to being among the shortest Autobots, like Jazz!
Lacking much of anything better to do, he chases after Holi, since Holi seems like he knows where he's going. He skids to a stop a few meters behind Holi when he sees the other Transformers. She looks a bit like one of the two Arcees that Skyblast has heard of. Unfortunately, she looks more like the Arcee that wears so much armour that she looks like a nun. But a cute nun. But she doesn't have wings.
All of this adds up to a Skyblast who is staring dumbly and wondering if the Allspark granted one of the Arcees a sister when no one was looking.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 12, 2007 11:48:53 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has spent the trip collecting his thoughts. He hasn't come to any fruitful conclusions. He doesn't think he can be of much use to Perceptor or Long Haul. His knowledge is too out of date, and he was always more interested in theoretics than applications. Kup seems to be dealing with Slingshot, which is just as well. Emirate Xaaron knows what Optimus Prime did with the Aerialbots to get them in line, but he doubts the suggestion would go over well now. Snypase has gone off to wherever. When he is repaired, Slingshot is in better spirits, and Skyblast is - where did Skyblast go? - whatever, he's going to have to see about sending them out for some recon. Omega Supreme is too fuel-guzzling for such a task. Wedge may need some cheering up, and Emirate Xaaron files that away.
At Holi's declaration, Emirate Xaaron looks visibly pained, if only for a second. He's had people throw their lives away for him before, but it doesn't mean that he likes it, even as he appreciates the chance to continue living. He brings up a hand to cover his mouth, and words of protest are on his tongue, but Holi's gone. There is a difference between sacrifice and idiocy, and not even Optimus Prime learned it.
He sighs and grabs the leash of the dragonette. Avoiding Swerve, Emirate Xaaron walks over to Wedge. Looking interested, he says, "So, you were saying about space bridges? Like I said, ours were used from travel between star systems. We nicked the plans off the Decepticons, and for a while, we had the worst trouble with the whole system causing extreme nausea. We later switched to the Trans-Time Dimensional Portal, which was a bit better, even if the glitches were..." Okay, so when that thing glitched, they woke up Primus and brought apocalypse down on their heads. "...severe, when they occurred. Does your style of space bridge require any unusual materials? Implementing a space bridge system here of your style, even if it doesn't have extra-system capability, may give us enough of an edge to hold off the Decepticons long enough to return home."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 12, 2007 12:30:21 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is happy that people mostly kept quiet. He's happier that some of the people have exited him. Feeling crowded from the inside is weird and unnerving.
He's a little startled that someone actually addresses him. Perceptor and Long Haul are treating Omega Supreme like a real person. He's not sure that he deserves it.
There is a pause before he answers. He's mainly just startled. Omega Supreme doesn't need to think about his answer. He rumbles, "Acceptable." This is why he's here. He cannot deny his purpose.
The tank trundles around and looks where Holi ran. Omega Supreme feels like he needs to keep an optic on Holi, just in case. He has pretty strong protective instincts. Seeing what Holi saw, Omega Supreme mentions to those inside him over the intercom, "Junkion: sighted."
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 12, 2007 13:23:52 GMT -5
Of course Perceptor is treating Omega Supreme like a real person; he is, isn't he? To do otherwise would not only be the height of rudeness, it would be wrong. Wrong in the same manner that Xaaron's unsaid suggestion for "fixing" the Aerialbots would be wrong. Other departures are noted absently as Perceptor begins sorting out their work again.
"Thank you, Omega Supreme," Perceptor replies, following Long Haul's more experienced lead and turning to address the interior camera. He tilts his head curiously at the proclamation about the Junkion, although with the work ahead of them, someone else will have to deal with the new arrival. Hopefully this particular mech comes from a time period after Hot Rod had befriended them, rather than before. They have enough wounded to deal with already.
"Long Haul, had you managed to locate and arrange a power supply before we called for reinforcements? Jazz's systems are currently stable, however his energy levels are dangerously low, and the other injured, including Omega Supreme, will require power as their repairs progress. I would prefer to have such a system in place before it is needed, rather than struggling to improvise something when it becomes required to prevent a cascade systems failure," he explains. All the repairs in the world won't do them a bit of good if their comrades die under their hands of fuel starvation as they are brought back online.
With Jazz stabilized for the moment. and in need of repairs that will likely be the work of days, Perceptor moves to check on Bumblebee. Perhaps they can at least get the yellow mech back online soon.
"Swerve? You stated that you have some skill in repairs?" Perceptor's tone is inviting and grateful as he glances at the surly racer.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 12, 2007 14:58:42 GMT -5
"Erm, yeah. Small hydro-electric station. If Omega's parked in the same spot he was before," Long Haul hasn't been to the hatch to check, "it should be in view. Cable long enough to reach Omega's input port, but not much longer. Wouldn't be able to get it in here, but we could plug it up to Omega and use an internal port." They could, of course, use an internal port anyway, but that would drain the giant without replenishing, something Long Haul's not going to suggest unless things become desperate.
Jazz is... really beyond Long Haul's skill, and Perceptor is investigating Bumblebee, while Swerve seemed most interested in helping Wedge, so Long Haul goes to Nightbeat's table. He again looks him over and sighs. "Gonna need a lot of new armor for this one. Some internals are fried, but if we can get the right parts, getting them replaced and getting him back online should be easy enough. 'Til we get the armor fixed somehow, though, wouldn't want to bring him up with his pain receptors still active."
The Constructibot removes his tool kit from subspace and opens it up while he continues to survey the damage. He does, however, take a moment to ask one question. "What's a Junkion?"
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