Screwdriver
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The Lady Protector, Her Splendid Primacy, Grand Duchess Screwdriver. The Devout Silencer of Common Sense and Logic
"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 12, 2007 15:13:14 GMT -5
The first son leaves home with naught but two wondrous round balls, but so absorbed is he in his lovely little toys that he misses the maid completely. The maid is about to follow him that she might examine his toys, when the second son, smaller than the first, leaves home. He is keen and alert, but timid, and so he hails the maid tentatively! Then the third son leaves home, larger than the second but smaller than the first, but he is so dumbstruck by the maid's incredible beauty that he says nothing at all!
The maid smiles and curtsies1 to the three sons, and asks them, "Greetings, fair sons of Camelot! Can you tell me who is master of this land?"
1 No, she's not wearing a skirt. She's just miming the motions.
OOC: I'm going to make a separate thread for those who are outside of Omega Supreme called "Zoo: Outside Omega Supreme." Synapse, Holi, and Skyblast, could you please post over there? Omega Supreme can post there and continue to post in this thread, because he's big enough to be in multiple threads at once!
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Wedge
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NOT a reckless teen-bot
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Post by Wedge on Aug 12, 2007 23:04:51 GMT -5
Trans-time and trans-star-systems? It's all Wedge can do not to stare in wonder. What are these plans and where can he get his hands on them? His mind immediately goes racing through possible ways that such things can be accomplished. He almost forgets to respond to Emirate Xaaron's question. "Wha--oh. Well, making the space bridge mostly requires a lot of digging and a computer and database system. I've never gotten any complaints about going through the space bridge before. Just pop in, drive a bit, and pop out." So a regular space bridge might cut it for them now, but that doesn't mean that Wedge isn't going to try his hardest to come up with a way to improve it. Especially now that he knows that it's possible.
"What I'd have to do though is find a way to register all of you into the computer system, so the bridge only opens for us." Having a space bridge wouldn't be any good if the Decepticons could access it just as easily. "Then there'd be the time of actually tunneling and programming..." Wedge's mind seems to be running on its own now trying to figure out how to handle a project like this. He barely registers Omega's announcement of a Junkion, whatever that is.
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Cannonball
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Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 12, 2007 23:11:26 GMT -5
None of the Autofraggers had given "Hardwire" any orders, so he unbuckles, slipping away from the hubbub inside Omega to go outside...
---- OOC: Will now join the Outside thread...
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Post by Swerve on Aug 13, 2007 16:43:55 GMT -5
Swerve is just finishing up his mental inventory check. He hasn't needed poppet valves in ages; why didn't he ditch these? Ah, frag it. Can probably melt them down for something else.
"Huh?" He glances at Perceptor, waiting for his audio buffers to catch up with him. "Oh – yeah, I did," he confirms in a sullen tone; it's starting to feel like he's repeating himself an awful lot. He picks up and ambles over anyway. Perceptor's busy with the partially-yellow mech, Bumblebee, and the silver mech… is in two pieces. Well, that's – that's a little new. Long Haul has the half-melted Nightbeat. "Oughtn't be too hard to fabricate," Swerve murmurs in regard to new plating. He glances at the dead mech – and all his armour – a few tables down. "Can just use that for raw materials. And scrap me if I know what a Junkion is." If they're bringing junk, maybe they'll have something useful.
May as well get started with Wedge. He hauls out his tool kit and levels a glare on Xaaron.
"D'you mind?" he grumbles, rifling through the kit to stall so maybe Xaaron will get the hint and buzz off. Swerve won't be able to weld shut the gash in Wedge's chest with what he has on hand, but he should be able to fix up his arms. Double-check those knees, too, while he's at it. And figure out some way to get that… thing on Wedge's shoulder bent back into shape. Once he's done with the kid, he can see to his own damages.
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Screwdriver
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The Lady Protector, Her Splendid Primacy, Grand Duchess Screwdriver. The Devout Silencer of Common Sense and Logic
"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Aug 13, 2007 19:29:29 GMT -5
Screwdriver comes skipping up Omega Supreme's ramp and enters inside the rocket. She tilts her head, smiles brightly at everyone inside, and begins, "Who is master of this ca- oh!"
At "oh!" her smile fades somewhat, for it is at this point that she spies the injured (and dead) mechanoids.
Her gaze first rests on Nightbeat, and she announces, "He felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself upright, shouldering his gun bravely." Then she looks at Jazz and says, "But suddenly, with a piercing scream, half a man came sliding down the chimney, and fell down right in front of him!" Then she looks at Optimus Prime's shell and adds, "'Hey there,' he called out to him. 'You're missing your better half. Where's the rest of you?'"
Her smile, however, once more brightens, and she announces to the room at large, "In order to appear a person of some importance, he told him that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold!" With that, she turns around and goes right back down the ramp.
OOC: Switching threads to go back outside Omega Supreme
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 13, 2007 22:11:27 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron leans in and whispers to Wedge, "Be careful who you talk to about what you know, especially the more critical components. I am certain that almost everyone means well here, however, well-meaning words let slip at the wrong time can lead to disastrous consequences."
He straightens and steps aside at Swerve's urging. He nods in apology but doesn't actually say anything.
Emirate Xaaron's jaw drops as a strange Transformer just comes waltzing in, spouts off a bout of nonsense, and waltzes out. He jerks his head up at the ceiling and barks, "Omega Supreme, I don't care if Kup's universe has an alliance with the Junkions! We do not let strange people waltz into you, especially not when we have wounded."
Has he forgotten what his doors are for?
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 13, 2007 22:21:16 GMT -5
Omega Supreme sort of makes a grunt in reply to Perceptor. It's something, at least.
He is less than pleased by the tone Emirate Xaaron is taking with him, but he will admit that the little lavender one has a point. Grudgingly, Omega Supreme half-closes his doors. Bitty Autobots like Holi and Wheelie will still be able to get in and out, but anyone else will have to knock. Is Xaaron happy now?
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 14, 2007 12:23:07 GMT -5
Perceptor is already deep in concentration as he examines Bumblebee's injuries; the yellow mech has taken quite a beating, however the chance to study relatively intact structures on a mech from the same reality as Jazz is invaluable to Perceptor. Perhaps it is just as well that Perceptor is a scientist rather than a medical officer by primary specialty. There is a certain logic and pattern to the way these mechs are designed, and his particular skill set focuses on noting and observing patterns and logic. It makes it a bit easier to extrapolate certain systems and design features from the twisted, mangled wreckage that Jazz had been left with, when compared to Bumblebee's systems. Satisfied with what he's managed to observe, and with a new plan of attack plotted for Jazz's repairs, Perceptor begins the task of at least bringing Bumblebee back online.
A few quick patches on the primary electronics along the tors-
Screwdriver's sudden appearance startles Perceptor out of his work, and her equally sudden disappearance merely makes him boggle as she skips out the door. Junkions... are utterly illogical. Once, not long ago, he'd made a brief attempt to study their society and culture, for pure curiosity and fascination's sake.
That hadn't lasted long. When compared to their utter random and fad-driven natures, the allure of simple quantum theory and the predictability of waveforms and probability clouds had been too strong to resist retreating to.
Not to put too fine a point on it, Junkions baffle Perceptor, and this one... looks to be a paragon of her people.
"Hn."
Perceptor is more than content to leave the Junkion to Xaaron and the others, letting him dig back into Bumblebee's internals, find the affected pain receptors to disable, and make the necessary patches that will hopefully have the yellow mech back online as soon as his systems reboot. On his feet? That... will be another matter.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 14, 2007 12:53:39 GMT -5
Long Haul's question is answered not by the other Autobots, but by the sudden appearance of the Junkion. His optic band brightens and he stares after her. This place has presented him with many odd things, but this chick speaks more strangely than Bumblebee!
"I... erm... I..." Finally, Long Haul gives up, scratches the back of his head, and turns to get back to work. "I'll just... get this done... then." He concentrates, first, on disconnecting pain sensors in case Nightbeat comes back online on his own. After that, it'll be time to start pulling apart those sections of armor that have melted together, so he can move. Won't be able to transform until most of that melted armor is actually replaced, but it does look like a lot of the underlying structure isn't so bad off.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Aug 14, 2007 19:16:59 GMT -5
Wedge isn't quite sure of what Xaaron's trying to say. What in the world could go wrong if he talks about the space bridge here? They're all Autobots after all, right? Then there's nothing to be afraid of. He follows the advice for now though, if only to make the other Autobot happy. If it's one thing Wedge hates to be, it's a liability and a pain. At this moment, he's beginning to feel like both.
He wisely keeps his mouth shut and stills any excess movement that he might have been making. The quicker he gets still, the quicker the job might get done, and the quicker he can get back to being useful again.
...What in the world was that? Junkion? Junk could actually be pretty useful, especially if they can get some old computer parts. Something about the strange bot catches Wedge's attention though, he's not sure what.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 14, 2007 20:53:00 GMT -5
Swerve can't quite wipe the brief, surprised look from his face. Xaaron… kept that wacky-looking trap of his shut.
Well. Uh. Good, then!
But again, before he can get started, another smelting interruption. His stunned expression at Xaaron's compliance becomes a wary glare at the screwball femme who waltzes in and right back out with some gibberish. Normally, dancing femmes only come after a few rounds of that corrosive slop the bartender at the Junction tries to call high-grade. Swerve doesn't even have the option of being overcharged right now, so he isn't too happy to see her. He won't say it – couldn't be paid to say it – but he agrees with Xaaron in that he'd rather not have any more random weirdos walking in and interrupting things.
"Alright," he grumbles to Wedge, "how well can you move your legs?" He'll let the kid concentrate on answering the question while he searches one arm for a panel he can detach; it's been a while since he's had to think about cutting off pain receptors to do repair work. No point going to the trouble when he's patching himself up.
He might have something to fit Wedge's elbow joints if they need replacing – servos aren't really a problem – but if his knees are out of commission, Swerve will have to scrounge. Maybe he should start carrying more spare parts to races just in case he wakes up on strange, backwards planets with leaking lousy roads and nosy old Autobots.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 15, 2007 8:51:52 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is satisfied by Omega Supreme's half-closing of the doors; although barely. Someone could shoot through that gap. A very good marksman could even hit anyone inside through that gap.
Out of the corner of his optics, he notices Swerve's slight confusion, and Emirate Xaaron is wryly amused. He scoops up the dragonette and scritches her thoughtfully.
Perceptor, Long Haul, and Swerve are each tending to the Autobots with some of the worst damages. It is a rather noble endeavour, but he cannot help thinking that it would be better to stabilise the critically injured, completely repair those with only light damage, and then return to the most injured. That way, they would have more at full capacity, ready to defend the wounded. Alas, Perceptor seems quite intent on what he's doing. Emirate Xaaron is getting so very sick of soft-footing around the scientist.
Kup looks ready to leave, so Emirate Xaaron attempts to catch his attention and reminds, "We need to decide on a temporary chain of command, or we're going to have Autobots running around every which way and getting pasted when the Decepticons, who do have a centralised command, strike. I don't know how you do things in your universe, but I'm going to suggest voting."
Swerve had better not suggest a race, wherein the fastest leads. Xaaron cheats.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Aug 15, 2007 9:07:28 GMT -5
Close the doors, Omega Supreme, Open the doors, Omega Sureme. The sooner they have the base built and some vapid AI can handle this door-closing and door-opening business, the better. In fact, the idea hits Omega Supreme that he ought to help with the base construction. He's never worked construction, but c'mon, he can take out mountain ranges. What chance can bedrock stand against him? He's sure that, deep down, Bonecrusher envied him a bit. Besides, it'd give Omega Supreme an excuse to keep a close watch on Long Haul.
With an extremely irritated hiss, Omega Supreme's door slides open to allow Kup and Slingshot to exit. Unfortunately, this may allow the crazy Junkion to zip back inside of him.
Omega Supreme notes quietly, "Construction assistance: offered. Excavation capacities: vast."
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 15, 2007 11:34:53 GMT -5
Perceptor tosses a brief glance up at Omega's internal camera once again, nodding. "Appreciated, however, your repairs should be seen to before such an event, as well."
Perceptor completes poking about Bumblebee's systems; he's done what he can for now, he thinks, to bring the yellow mech online. Either Bumblebee's systems will reboot and he will awaken to await his repairs, or he will remain offline until Perceptor - or one of the others, however, given the unfamiliar state of their construction, Perceptor really is the best suited to working on Jazz or Bumblebee right now - can return and complete the work.
"Long Haul," Perceptor intones gently, "Nightbeat will require extensive fabrication to complete his repairs, as well Jazz and Bumblebee. Once the others have been returned to functionality, and we have some better idea of the items required to be fabricated, I will construct units to assist."
It may surprise Xaaron to know that Perceptor is familiar with the concept of triage.
"Could you please look into power supplies, both for Omega Supreme, and for the others? Any one of us can peel away damaged armor, however you are most familiar with the energy situation in this location. Jazz is stable but will require energy to remain that way, Omega Supreme has expended great amounts, and everyone present will require recharging of some type before repairs are fully completed and work can begin on a more permanent solution to our energy needs. Leave the repairs to Swerve and I for the moment, please? And, perhaps, while you are outside seeing to the power couplings, you might verify the physical conditions everyone is reporting for themselves? For everyone's safety, we need as many of us repaired and functional as we can accomplish, as quickly as we can accomplish; now is not the time for foolish bravado."
That last is aimed as much toward a certain grey-green mech as it is offered to Long Haul as an explanation.
"Kup, before you leave, I require your presence here," Perceptor observes mildly, turning to pull down another repair station. "Your damages are light and can be swiftly rectified, and your example would do much to convince younger, less wise mechs to allow their damages to be tended in the most efficient manner."
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Post by Kup on Aug 15, 2007 12:06:21 GMT -5
OOC: Jumped over from the Inside Omega: Kup and Slingshot thread.
Busted! D'oh! And here Kup had very nearly escaped!
He makes a bit of a face at Perceptor's observations, but can't argue with the reasoning behind them. "Yeah, yeah, I got you Perceptor," he finally sighs before turning back to Slingshot. He quirks an amused grin and tells the Aerialbot, "I'm going to have to give you a rain check, lad. Looks like it's my turn on the slab." His expression sobers as he nods towards the exit. "Sounds like Long Haul's been assigned to the power station. Given the time he was pulled from, though, he doesn't have any combat experience." Kup may not know Long Haul's exact timestamp, but does know the file on their shared history with Omega Supreme. He can derive a lot of things from that and the Autobot symbol the dump truck sports. "He could use the back-up, if you think you can handle it."
Now, Kup looks directly at Slingshot and he tries to catch the other's eye. His gaze is steady as he adds in a tone that expects no questioning, "You are going to have to get used to working with him, lad, for as long as we're here. There's no question about that. It has got to happen."
Kup continues to hold Slingshot's gaze a moment longer, trying to get a feel for the younger mech's reaction, and then he turns towards Xaaron. Kup is a veteran of Second Great War. He is an old soldier, and soldiers don't vote. Thus, he has some reservations about Xaaron's suggestion, but enough sense not to bring them up publicly. All he does publicly is nod his head and state, "Yeah, I agree we need a chain of command. If we're going to do this 'vote' thing, though, we need to get everyone else awake enough to do it."
Finally he turns and strides over to the table, limp still evident and still faint. Without further direction from Perceptor, he hops up onto the repair station, injured leg towards the red mech, and pats the gash that starts just above his foot and crawls all the way up to his mid-thigh. "That's the worst of the injuries, Perceptor," he explains. "I've got a few holes from some shots elsewhere, but they're pretty minor, and the denting isn't much of nothing."
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