Decepticon Interim: Wake-up Call

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OOC: This thread has 'timed out,' and Blackarachnia can go ahead and skip Shrapnel if she likes.

As a general game-wide note, though, expect a lot of the threads to move more slowly than usual this weekend, due to the large number of players at Dragon*con or otherwise on vacation.

[Blackarachnia (BW)]

Fleetwind's story sounded a bit too convenient for Blackarachnia. "The Insecticons played their part on earth when the Decepticons discovered them." She stopped herself from adding 'troublesome as they were' to that sentence. "And frankly, pretty much everyone here is dead. Dead, or didn't even exist." She shrugged casually again. "Happens to all of us."

[Demolishor]

Demolishor makes a few annoyed shuffling motions, having nothing intelligent to say but wanting to say something there anyway.

"Doesn't mean you got the right to be rude t'all of us, you know," he says firmly, giving the tiny spider two and a half optics' worth of glaring. "We're your ancestors, right? Respect your elders!"

[Fleetwind]

Of course Fleetwind's story is convenient! It's very convenient to be not important! The Seeker responds to the spider, "But... we're not dead. We're here. That's... kind of the point. I mean, it's obvious for so many of us to be taken out in such a short period of time," on a G1 Transformer's scale, three hundred years is not long at all, "things must have gone horribly wrong back there. But that's... back there. Now we've got the option of returning with your warnings, or... staying here and see what we can make of things here and now, where we're not dead." The Seeker shrugs, indicating that going or staying is all the same for him.

[Blackarachnia (BW)]

Were there anything in her obsidian optics to roll, Blackarachnia would be doing so now. "Look, spare me the pep-talk, I just answered bug-boy's questions for him, okay? I realize things might change." To Demolishor, she added "It's just the truth. I'm sure I didn't exist in some of the places you people come from. That makes no difference to me, because I still know who I am."

[Demolishor]

"Yeah!" Demolishor jerks two thumbs (that is, one hand's worth of thumbs) towards his chest. "And I know who I am, and I don't care who died and didn't die and whatever."

Bold statements, to cover up the fact that he's still utterly confused.

[Shrapnel]

Everyone is babbling about life and death like it matters, like they can die at all. Stupid, crazy Decepticons, didn't they know that death didn't apply to them? They just woke up as new people in new places until the War came and found them again.

Simmering anger, sparkling electricity, it all blended together after a while. The first storm was still hot in his circuits, and his fingers dug into the ground, digging furrows in the earth.

So Kickback and Bombshell were dead. He'd just have to wait for them to come here. Not here here, though. The swamp, because they were Insecticons in this place still.

Shrapnel stood up and took a step back from the other three. Maybe they'd try to stop him.

Fun.

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind has no intention of trying to stop Shrapnel. In fact, Fleetwind had been getting ready to leave, giving nothing more than a shrug to the creepy spider-lady and perpetually annoyed tank. It was obvious they'd just as soon he leave, and he's more than happy to oblige, especially as he notes the furrows dug into the ground by Shrapnel.

Still, no need to be rude. The pastel Seeker dips his head generically and towards all. "I must be off." Surely he can find somewhere safer to play. And then he leaps into the air, heading towards who knows where?

On the way, though, he makes a little radio call...

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OOC: I'm leaving slowly enough that if anyone wants to prevent my departure, they can act. If someone does something, I'll stick around, but otherwise, don't wait up on me next round.

[Blackarachnia (BW)]

Stupid Crazy Decepticons? Probably. Luckily, Blackarachnia was more advanced than that. Ironically, noone there truly knew that waking up as a new person in a new place was going to be the fate for Shrapnel and his bretheren.

What's this? Shrapnel is wandering off, as is Fleetwind. Interesting. To Fleetwind, she shrugged. "Suit yourself." Strange that he had to bow. And then to Demolishor, she asked. "So who're you, anyway? You're noone I recognize.."

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Being so high up is so boring because there’s... Really nothing to do. Really. Sure, flying and cloud chasing can only get you so far. After singing a few operatic bars to make sure everything was working fine vocally, and doing a little aerobatic moves to wake up his engines, Jetstorm was off, going whenever, and wherever he felt.

“But oh! Movement. On the ground. Obviously I must go investigate, because yes. Even the great and mighty aero general gets bored,” Jetstorm said, his head swinging to the side in a dramatic manner, even though he was in his vehicle form. “Alas, this may not be the cure for boredom, only a sedative, for the boredom this planet gives is far beyond any I have faced before.”

Jetstorm shot down, before transforming to his robotic mode and then half ‘landing’ on the rooftop nearby, just peeking his head out from the edge and staring. A bug... Another bug... A big lumpy guy... And a flyer that’s just leaving. Bleh, bugs. Well, the big one seems to have the body shape of a tank, and that’s just like Tankorr. Maybe he’s just as brilliant. Which would be dumb as a slab of metal. Jetstorm tilts his head to the side as he watches, hovering as low to the roof of the building as he can manage in order to be sneaky. Ooh and he was just in time for introductions.

Jetstorm tilted his head to the other side, listening to his wonderful, inner conflicts. Energon did sound nice but... No. That second option called him stupid. He stuck his head out far enough so he could get a good view of the others while still hanging onto the edge of the roof.

[Demolishor]

Demolishor is feeling a distinct lack of respect at the moment. Blackarachnia distracts him from glaring at the other bug, and he doesn't notice how Shrapnel is subtly trying to slip away.

"I'm Demolishor, Megatron's right hand man." He looks up for a moment, almost forlornly. If only a tank-shaped knight in shining yet mildly garish armor would come and rescue him from this planet of fools and maniacs. "Well, when he's here. Right now we have to put up with that loser Starscream."

Demolishor attempts to loom over her. "So what are you?"

[Shrapnel]

Shrapnel takes another step back and then another. When he reaches the corner of the building, he turns around it and transforms. Then he scuttles away.

Assuming no one tries to stop him.

[Fleetwind]

OOC: Looks like I'm not leaving just yet, after all... but I'm not doing much, either.

Fleetwind had been about to take off, but if one looks up high enough, they can see he's instead hovering... well, he's high enough that he's hovering above the camp in general, but it doesn't hurt to remember (for those who actually know) that his long-distance visual sensors are better than the norm.

He almost certainly can't hear from this distance, however.

[Blackarachnia (BW)]

"WHAT Am I?" Blackarachnia said, incredulously. "I'm a Predacon, like you've been told, already."

She was almost too busy trying to work out what Demolishor meant that she nearly didn't notice Shrapnel scurrying off. "Wait a second," Blackarachnia said at the Insecticon, in her best attempt at a non-challenging voice, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself to Starscream?"

[Jetstorm (BM)]

“I hate spiders, they’re so clingy,” Jetstorm said to himself as he leaned on one hand while watching over the scene below. He failed to notice Fleetwind hovering off nearby, because drama was just so juicy. It’s almost like he was a teenage girl trying to get the best rumors. He picked a small rock off the top of the roof and flicked it to the side, obviously bored.

“Bugs... Are just as bad. And hey, they mentioned Starscream, just like that one did... In fact, he seems to be far too popular around here. Hm,” Jetstorm said as he ‘stood’ up and then crossed his arms. “Do I have find out everything by myself?” There was a pause and then an almost maniacal laugh from the aero general. “Of course I do, I’m surrounded by complete idiots.”

“YOU THERE. TANKORR-LOOKING THING. What’s going on here?!” Jetstorm declared in his loud, made-for-making-loud-noises voice as he rocketed down and then ‘landed’ a bit away from the grouping. He glared at Blackarachnia in disgust, almost wanting to say something, but instead he kept his voice off.