Holi
Major
Captain Can-Do
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Post by Holi on Sept 29, 2007 17:14:06 GMT -5
No, Holi is the one charged by Emirate Xaaron with keeping an eye on Tiny, and he doesn't think he's doing a very good job of it as he lies there, end of the leash clutched tightly in both hands while the dragonette happily devours the pack Synapse tossed at her, wrap and all. He smiles nonetheless as he picks himself up, keeping careful hold on the restraint. His smile is a bit strained to those who pay attention to such things.
"Mirage has a good idea," he murmurs soberly. "I'll – I'll feed her. Good find, Wheelie!" He offers his friend a grin even as he lets Tiny half-drag him toward the broken storefront. That's where the food came from! And Synapse was so nice to feed her, too! She should thank him with a nice nuzzling.
She gets diverted instead by a careful pull on the leash. Holi didn't miss how frightened Synapse looked at her advance; he's decided maybe he should keep her a bit away from the scout and interposes himself between them while he walks.
"Synapse, you could help Wheelie gather up more things like that," he says as he passes the flier. "Do you mind, Wheelie? I'll come over and help as soon as Tiny's fed." No, Tiny, Holi's fingers are not edible! He pulls them very quickly away from her and glances after Mirage. "Uh… Mirage, sir… we could use your help, too." The Micromaster does his best to make it sound less like the plea it is, but it isn't easy. He doesn't know how to cheer up Mirage, and he's starting to wonder if he even can.
That's silly. Of course he can. He just has to try harder. And he will… as soon as he feeds Tiny. Provided Synapse has stepped out of the way, Holi makes his careful way across the threshold of the damaged storefront and gets to sating the creeling little bundle of hunger with a liberal application of battery packs.
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Sept 30, 2007 13:57:15 GMT -5
"When friends band together, they'll do better than ever!" Wheelie says. It probably means he's okay with having help. Poetry is hard to understand. Especially the kind that sounds like it's just about a field and flowers and a milkmaid and this traveling soldier, but when you listen to it, it turns out to be a dirty folk song.
Or anything that starts with "There once was a ____ from ____ ..."
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 30, 2007 19:04:12 GMT -5
Red plated hands dig at a pile of metal, tossing things out in all directions. A head sticks up, glancing over at the group of other Autobots before going back down and hauling up what appears to be a half of a computer system. Where the other half went well... Nobody knows. The Autobot herself stares at it, kicking it lightly with her foot, before staring back down at the pile.
"Seen better things that hobos dig up," she mutters as she slams her mask over her face and then proceeds to kick useless junk off to the side.
Yes, that's an Autobot. Her name is Firebolt. She had recently been found on the planet but was very content to just stare at those who found her, and then stalk off and go help those that needed it. Her stares were very odd, but then again, all that they knew about her right now was that her name was Firebolt, and she turned into a speedy little red Ferrari F50.
So don't shoot her. She means no harm.
Ooc: S2 introduction. Known as an Autobot but that's about it.
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
Posts: 380
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Post by Synapse on Sept 30, 2007 19:45:33 GMT -5
"No--I, I don't mind at all," says Synapse picking himself up rather quickly before making a beeline towards Wheelie. No, he doesn't like the curious look Tiny gives his nodes when Holi brings her over. Said spheres spiral higher into the air before splitting off in separate directions.
Gingerly, Synapse nods at Wheelie before entering the store. All these strange gadgets, how alien. The computers are the only things he can recognize. He gives one keyboard a tentative tap, his fingers slightly too big for the small keys. Taking anything that looks as if it can be slightly useful, Synapse ends up exiting the store with an armful of equipment.
"Once we have what it is we want, I would be willing to aid in transport," he murmurs while pointing at his cockpit chest.
The red Autobot further off has been duly noted to him by his nodes and he gives the other a tiny nod and a polite smile.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 30, 2007 22:39:49 GMT -5
Mirage straightens, turning back towards Holi. “I will be more than happy to assist in transport and storage of our finds; however, recovery is better left to those of smaller stature.” He glances at the red Autobot who is busily kicking things about. “Unless, I’m mistaken, and destruction of property is encouraged in your reality.”
Mirage seems a bit preoccupied, and he is. He’s paying quite a bit of attention to the radio. It seems Xaaron is not the useless politician he first thought. Jazz sounds much the same, at least in terms of experience, and Kup….is Kup. Someone who’d make a good second, but a leader? Maybe.
Noting the rather odd assortment in Synapse’s arms, Mirage asks, “Does anyone have Perceptor’s frequency? Sending him a few images of our findings might help us better pick and choose what to bring back.”
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Holi
Major
Captain Can-Do
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Post by Holi on Oct 1, 2007 15:36:48 GMT -5
No, Holi isn't slumping dejectedly even as Tiny enthusiastically headbutts him while he prizes open a package of the little fuel cells she seems to enjoy. (Well, would you want to eat the canister your energon goodies came in?) How does he explain to Mirage that he hadn't meant what Mirage seems to think he meant? He knows the larger Autobot can't fit indoors. He'd just thought maybe Mirage could help sort through the stuff hauled out by those who could take care of the recovery. Now it seems as though Mirage is even more cross with him. Worse, decides the Micromaster, hardly noticing how Tiny nearly bites his fingers when he hands off another battery, he can practically feel the radio channel bearing down on him. Everyone else has made their speeches and it's his turn. But what is he supposed to say? He's no Autobot leader! Commanding the Rescue Patrol is something he can mostly manage; he isn't doing so well here with this salvage team. He doesn't even approach comparing with the other prospective leaders. What was Wheelie thinking? Holi heaves a small sigh and keeps feeding Tiny until she isn't ravenously snapping up the batteries any longer. He isn't normally one to just admit defeat, but for once, he knows this is something he can't do. Once he makes his apology on broadband, he stands there in the quiet of the shop for a little while, Tiny gently nudging his hand. Whether she wants more snacks or not, he meekly hands her another and pats her head. He waits a while longer before he heads back outside to help with the salvage, smile back in place as if he hadn't just sounded utterly crushed on the radio. "Okay," he says as he picks out a relatively sturdy little tree and secures Tiny's leash so he can work without worry of her running off. He glances at Firebolt, a bit surprised; when did she show up to help? "Found anything good?" he calls to her. Maybe he should look into that building Mirage called a records hall. Actually, he'll do just that. With a bare minimum of damage to the storefront if he can help it at all. Inside are what look very much like… in fact, are books – shelves and shelves of books. This is good! Or would be if anyone could read them. Holi starts taking down a few and flipping through them, anyway. Who knows? Maybe some have pictures.
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 1, 2007 18:50:21 GMT -5
A small part of Wheelie paying attention to the radio banter, and he can't help but frown at Holi's continued panicking Had he done something wrong in suggesting his friend lead? He certainly hoped he hadn't. Wheelie had never had a friend before, so he really hopes that he hasn't lost him over this.
He'll have to try and talk to him later.
Placing the stuff he's already gathered in a convenient spot, he goes back in to look for more. A little searching in the next building over yields what just might be a computer of some sort. Or possibly something else. It's got a screen, but it opens and closes easily.
"What did I find? If I take it, will anyone mind?"
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 1, 2007 23:08:02 GMT -5
Firebolt, too, had been listening to the radio. They were trying to be democratic about things, huh? Well, it was better than dictatorship. She didn't say anything, though, but resumed cleaning up whatever it was that she found.
"Found anything good?" Flinch. Firebolt flinches at the approach of the extremely tiny Holi. Her deep blue optics stare at him, and she says nothing for a very long moment, not sure how to react. The expression in her optics just scream for help but she says nothing, and then manages a slow nod and points down at what she is cleaning up.
Her tiny "This," is lost as he walks away and her metallic ponytails sag as if she's depressed.
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
Posts: 380
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Post by Synapse on Oct 2, 2007 7:22:16 GMT -5
"Will you be alright, Holi?" Synapse looks at the seemingly cheerful micromaster. The voice over broadband sounded the complete opposite. "Why do you apologize?"
Before he can inquire any further, more words come over the radio.
Synapse can't turn green, he already is. But he nearly drops his armful of odds and ends at Emirate Xaaron's command over broadband. They want him to watch the ballot boxes? Well, that is doable. Watch it with Swerve? The thought of staying with the racer without any excuse to leave...well, it could be worse. He could have to take--He does have to take Tiny. Well, they have to find a box don't they? Hopefully---oops, it's too late to hope as Swerve announces his find of a box.
"I'm afraid I'll have to leave now. Ah, good luck with the rest of the search," Synapse bobs before putting down his armful of items. He turns back to Holi. "I'll be taking Tiny, then. If you don't mind."
If Holi consents, Synapse hesitantly makes his way towards the tree where Tiny was left. The mecha-dragon's head lifts up and sniffs expectantly towards the scout. Sated with the battery packs and with Synapse's nodes no where in sight (he had sent them ahead to the plaza), Tiny makes no move but to sniff the scout and snap lazily at his outstretched hand. It takes a little bit of time before Synapse fully unties Tiny's leash. They'll be walking, Synapse is no where near as brave as Holi was.
OOC: And if no one needs him any further, Synapse will head off.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 2, 2007 12:09:47 GMT -5
Having decided to busy himself with sorting through their findings, Mirage is attempting to make some sense of the various electronic bits that Synapse and Wheelie have been bringing out. These disks look as if they go with this machine, these have similar circuitry, this…this goes in the “What the frag?” pile. Holi would perhaps be a better choice for this, since he seems to recognize so much about this place; but, as Mirage pointed out, Holi is needed for gathering the items instead.
And then Holi’s up on the radio. Shaking his head slightly, Mirage can’t help but feel a bit sorry for the Micromaster. Holi said he didn’t want to any part of the business, yet in the name of fairness, he was still forced to participate. Of course, Kup had said the same; the difference being that Kup will likely be their military commander whether he wants to or not. Too many look up to him.
Mirage doesn’t miss the comment on the radio about Tiny. His optics narrow. That is entirely for his benefit, he’s sure; how nice to know some things never change.
“Looks like that might be some sort of datapad, Wheelie. I have placed items that look like data storage over there,” he says, pointing toward one of the piles. To Firebolt he calls, “If you find anything that looks useful, just bring it down here and we’ll sort it for transport.”
Walking over to the store he’d first investigated, Mirage kneels down and asks Holi, “Was I correct in it being a records hall? If so, we’ll need someone adept in translation.”
He adds, in a much quieter tone that might not reach beyond Holi’s audials, “Are you well?”
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Holi
Major
Captain Can-Do
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Post by Holi on Oct 2, 2007 18:42:05 GMT -5
To hear and see Holi now with his sunny little grin, no-one would ever think that just moments earlier, he'd felt like doing nothing else but curling up and crying. He briefly peers out of the book shop with a small load of texts in his arms. These have pictures in them, mostly of animals and plants. At least the Autobots can start playing word association.
"I'm fine," he reassures Synapse. "Take good care of her!" he adds as the scout frees Tiny from her tree and they start off. Then he sets down this stack of books and steps back inside to grab another bunch he managed to sort from the section he browsed. He's on his way back out when Mirage addresses him. "Uh…? Oh!" Holi hefts the books in his arms. "I think it's a bookstore, sir," he chirrups. "I found some that have pictures to go with the words…." Briefly, he looks uncertain; he picked these because he thought they'd be the most helpful right now. He isn't wrong, is he? "That should make it easier for everyone to start learning!" he declares after a moment, pleased with what he hopes is a fine case of forethought on his part. If they haven't anyone particularly handy with translations, then starting with the basics is the best idea, right?
That settled, at least in his own mind, Holi exits the book shop and consolidates his finds. He's about to go see what he can do to help with sorting out the electronics – and check on Firebolt's collection, too – but stops and turns back to Mirage. It's a good thing Holi has very excellent hearing, because that was a very quiet question!
"Oh, I'm alright, sir," he says, virtually beaming. "Really. Don't worry about me, not when we have all this work to do!" It should be impossible for Mirage to miss the overwhelming gratitude in the Micromaster's voice, even beneath the many buffering layers of cheer.
Now, to salvage sorting!
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 3, 2007 23:02:06 GMT -5
Wheelie adds his various finds to the appropriate piles, then dusts off his hands.
"So much stuff, the piles are tall! Will the four of us be able to haul?"
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Firebolt
Major
Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 4, 2007 1:30:28 GMT -5
Carefully, Firebolt wires her own energy system into the... the thing that she found and booted it up in order to find out what it was.
Oh. Joy. It appears she's found a cash register's records. She pouts a bit, nudging it as she sorts through the information, and then sighs. Now that she's said she actually wants to meet people... Best be getting it over with.
Glancing over at the other three, she stands up and heaves the things that she's found into her arms and moves them over to the pile and then sets them down carefully. She goes to say something but then fails and then weakly backs away and transforms, somehow feeling immensely more comfortable in the sleek red F50 that is her alternate form.
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Post by Mirage on Oct 4, 2007 8:42:42 GMT -5
Looking back over the assorted piles, Mirage thinks Wheelie might have a point. None of them are built for goods transport- that includes the lady apparently, Mirage thinks, as he gives Firebolt’s alt-mode a once-over- and even sub-space has its limits.
“We’ll likely have to make two trips, or call some others to…” He breaks off as the news about Hardwire comes across the radio. Arming himself, Mirage stands and starts walking back towards the others. There is too much cover in this place, and they are entirely too spread out.
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Cannonball
Minor
Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
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Post by Cannonball on Oct 4, 2007 16:28:05 GMT -5
A short way away, the air is filled with the sound of a roaring engine...and probably some behind him, if Nightbeat and Bumblebee manage to catch up.
Then it hits Cannonball - he needs his radio, 'cause he really doesn't want to deal with Hook unless he has to. A slew of curses follow as he cuts his tires and brakes to spin around, when he spots the salvage crew.
The little mech...he was certainly talking chumly with Perceptor, wasn't he? The pirate grins a ...well, piratey grin. Perfect. Cannonball transforms, hooking the edge of two fingers on the Autobrand, and forcibly prying it off, letting it fall to the ground. "Ahh...that be feelin' much bettah.." he says to himself, jumping forward, taking a low flight.
The pirate makes a beeline for the Micromaster, smirking. "Good day, lad!" he calls out, arm out to the side to catch Holi's gut and scoop him up over Cannonball's shoulder. Landing a moment, he aims his blaster at the others, showering them with laser blasts - much like with Xaaron, just enough to get them to cover themselves. Distraction fire, not aiming to actually hit. Then he pushes off in the air, aiming toward repair.
---------- OOC: Cannonball isn't out of the thread yet, but will be when the round comes back to him, to let him give everyone a chance to react. Holi-snatching done with permission of Holi's player.
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