Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 20, 2007 1:06:40 GMT -5
... Not the results Counterpunch had been hoping for.
//No. It's Snow. Ice. Organic planets tend to contain a lot of water, which freeze in cold temperatures, such as you'd find at very high altitudes.//
Counterpunch considers the point of further questioning. Of course, if he doesn't ask questions, he's liable to be asked inane ones like this. //So, can you tell me anything of the others at the base we're heading for? The ones that aren't your spider-thing?//
Calling it 'your spider-thing' is likely to get a reaction out of Jetstorm. Counterpunch is aware of this... he simply wants to check what sort of reaction.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 20, 2007 1:13:43 GMT -5
// What's water, or ice? //
// Oh, there's Dead End, a dour sort of mech, Spinster, a studious sort, Starscream... A loud one and apparent leader, Thundercracker, I like him even though we're not from the same reality cos he flies as well, and a big rather dumb tank mech. I'm wondering if he's Tankorr's son, or some odd such thing. // Oh do try to picture that. Tankorr's offspring running around. It sends a spark of confusion through Jetstorm's mind. ...
// AND IT'S NOT MINE! I wish to never be associated with it again! It's an annoyance. I would rather bond with Tankorr than go NEAR it again!//
The small jet puts on a bit of speed in a huff, but slows down with a sigh, muttering his apologizes about 'breaking character' of all things.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 20, 2007 1:24:08 GMT -5
Ah. Very interesting reaction, indeed. Counterpunch tucks the knowledge of the reaction - more interesting than what Jetstorm actually has to say - as they continue driving. By now, they are almost upon the mining town.
//Chemical. Two hydrogen atoms, one oxygen. Rare to the point of being nearly mythical on Cybertron,1 but fairly common on a lot of other planets.//
They start approaching the first of the buildings, and Counterpunch slows down. //Is there anywhere in particular I'm expected to report?// Because if not, he's totally checking this place out solo.
1 SCIENCE!
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 20, 2007 14:56:13 GMT -5
// -mumble grumble hate on organics- Water. Peh. //
Jetstorm shrugs as he transforms while they slow down, his robot form being able to keep up with the car. He goes down to almost be level with Counterpunch and then peers around, confused. // I don't know exactly. Wherever that Starscream is, I'd guess. // He scans the area, looking for any power signatures. Whether he can see them or not is shown as he shrugs and then looks back down.
// If you need my help, I'll try or something. Except everything here is a lot larger than I and my firepower against larger things is subpar. Other than that, I do hope that all goes well. It is a loss when a comrade goes down. //
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 20, 2007 19:21:37 GMT -5
OOC: Starscream's out for a few days, but that's okay. Counterpunch wouldn't want to go right to him, anyway.
Wow. That's a... friendly finishing note. Counterpunch is, frankly, at a bit of a loss to how to respond to it. Oh, what strange new world, that has such polite 'Cons in it...
The car pulls to a stop and transforms, and Counterpunch grunts and nods. That is, sadly, the closest thing Jetstorm is going to get to a 'thank you' from him. "I'll find my own way to him," he says out loud once in robot mode, and begins to inspect the town.
OOC: Feel free to pester Counterpunch as he explores, or take off for other 'Con threads now. I'll probably be meandering into one of the other threads shortly myself...
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 20, 2007 21:00:58 GMT -5
Jetstorm waves, almost in a Miss America sort of way. He tilts his head to the side, looking almost confused.
"Oh another player added to the drama that is my life. How strange he is, I do hope the players can take to the kindness that may happen. After all, are we all not but stranded here with only ourselves and each other to rely on?" He sighs, shaking his head. "What I wouldn't do to see a comrade accept help! After all, everything I say may be... As they say, 'heart-felt!'"
With the rhymed lines said, the wanna-be actor transforms, finally glad he can let that odd, dramatic side of himself out. He flies slowly through the town as well, looking for some action, or a friendly face. Or lack of face, as most Decepticons seem to have.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 20, 2007 21:36:21 GMT -5
Counterpunch nods after the departing Jetstorm, then meanders through town quite slowly, and at his own pace. He stops here and there to inspect the damages; what can be seen of the optics beneath his facemask are narrowed with interest.
Eventually he happens on a large storage bunker of some sort. Ammo? It's locked, unlike many of the hastily departed structures in the area. But the most interesting part is not the fact that it's locked, but the lock itself. Recent. Keypad. Cybetronian. Quick, effective work. He nods his head, but doesn't touch it, instead mentally marking the location. And then he moves on.
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