Sideburn
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Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
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Post by Sideburn on Oct 2, 2007 23:40:44 GMT -5
Sideburn gives a snort at Wedges comment. "Your arm can't be worse than how X-Brawn hauls himself back as from some of his off-roading trips."
He's about to get to his feet himself when Bluestreak offers him a helping hand up. "Thanks."
He shakes his head as Screwdriver goes tearing out of repair, muttering, "Crazy," under his breath. He reaches down and rightens the fallen table and jerks his head towards it. "C'mon Wedge, and I'll see what's up with that arm of yours."
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 3, 2007 0:11:45 GMT -5
Perceptor heaves a sigh of relief when Screwdriver obligingly vacates Repair at a high rate of speed. With Xaaron's request on the secured line, Perceptor could really use one less potential catastrophe distracting him while he attempts to construct eavesdropping components into Hardwire's damaged radio - and repair it as well. The table is quickly set upright once again, and the odd bits and pieces of half-constructed or deconstructed equipment are scooped back up and set back on top to be organized later. Seeing that Sideburn has Wedge in hand, Perceptor turns to where he'd secreted Hardwire's radio and pulls all of the disassembled components out once again. "If you require any additional tools or equipment, Sideburn, do not hesitate to ask. We are still somewhat short on many materials, however, I may be able to locate anything you find yourself in need of." No need to go into, just yet, where those materials might be "located". Not until he speaks with Bluestreak, at any rate. Speaking of which, he glances over to the gunner, and, with a nod toward a stool beside the workbench he is setting up, invites him over so that they may talk while he works. "Was there something you required, Bumblebee? Something I may assist you with once I have completed the repairs on this radio?" he asks as everything is neatly laid out - including the parts he'd tucked away in his own subspace. A few brisk steps to various bins and containers to gather a few other specialized components that he'd had sorted out from the... donors in the next room over, a quick trip past the fabricator to re-cannibalize the last few delicate electronics to flesh out the necessary parts, and he's ready to start constructing/reconstructing the damaged radio. Hopefully, he can be quick enough in his work that he'll be ready before things "go south," as Xaaron had so quaintly explained.
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Post by Bumblebee on Oct 3, 2007 5:19:35 GMT -5
Bumblebee dusted himself off, relieved to have the two new acquaintances off him. But before he can get his head straight, his new friend Screwdriver has departed. Arthur? Excalibur? He knew the terms, but not what Perceptor was referring to. Bumblebee transmitted his name and frequency, to all nearby units on an open frequency and followed it up with //i do not understand what arthur and excalibur are code for.// Hopefully he wasn't talking about the real King Arthur. Because Cybertronians in Arthurian times is just insane.
OOC: Bumblebee is going to get back frequencies from Wedge, Sideburn and Bluestreak, as per Their OOC permission, so you don't need to bother posing anything in response.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 3, 2007 20:21:23 GMT -5
Wedge just stares as Screwdriver peels out of Repair. It's an exit like that that makes him slightly envious of mechs with sets of fast wheels. He shakes himself a bit to shift his train of thought, but he can't help but utter a little, "Wow."
"Nah, just a bit tight in both servos. I don't think they fit quite right still, but they're better than before," shrugs Wedge as he follows Sideburn to the table. He does admit to himself that having working, tight elbows is better than having no working ones at all. After all, tight elbows can be slowly fixed by self-repair. "What did you say your timestamp before getting here was?"
Bumblebee's frequency and words come through. Wedge shrugs with a semi-apologetic grin on his face. He's not very well versed in Earth culture to being with. It's then that the announcement about Hardwire comes through as well. He swings around eagerly, "We're gonna go after him, right?" Wedge is itching for some action, bad elbows to the Pits.
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Bluestreak
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Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 3, 2007 21:19:58 GMT -5
"'Bye," Bluestreak tells Screwdriver, but he's not sure if she heard him or not. "Wow, she's right -- people come and go quickly here."
He takes the seat Perceptor indicates and makes himself comfortable. "So... whatcha doing here? Looks like a radio. Someone break theirs? Anything I can do to help you out? Don't want to just sit here and watch you work when I can help you, after all. Who else from our universe is here? Oh, wait, you had stuff you wanted to tell me. Okay, who's here can wait. I'll shut up now."
Yeah right.
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Sideburn
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Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
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Post by Sideburn on Oct 3, 2007 23:00:47 GMT -5
"The servos are tight? Unless we've got a replacement in the right size, I don't know if there's anything I can do right now other than give it some lube..." Sideburn gets out the small tool kit he has with him, giving Wedge his timestamp. "What's yours?"
Sideburn looks up at the mention of Hardwire on the radio. "I'm gonna go!"
OOC: Not out just yet, but unless someone does/says something to stop him, he'll likely rush out in his next post.
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 3, 2007 23:50:57 GMT -5
Perceptor stiffens slightly as Xaaron's announcement about Hardwire is broadcast, although his hands do not still their work. If anything, he increases his pace, a faint frown of concentration creasing his brow. Time is running short, and he cannot risk that the parameters have changed enough to merit ceasing his work on Hardwire's radio until the mech is either captured or escapes beyond any need for his abandoned equipment. Perceptor fires off a quick update to Xaaron on the secured band to that effect.
"It was an attempt to occupy her until such time as I can devote more attention to limiting the damage, Bumblebee. The references were taken from earth literature," he observes absently as he fits another component into place, shielding the new additions to Hardwire's radio.
"It is a radio, Bluestreak. And I will answer your questions in just a few moments..." he replies, trailing off as he concentrates on rushing the repair as quickly as he dares. No sense in increasing the likelihood of Hook finding the additions quickly by rushing this work so much that the radio requires repairs as soon as Hardwire returns to the Decepticons, after all.
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Post by Bumblebee on Oct 4, 2007 5:03:47 GMT -5
That didn't really answer what Bumblebee was asking, Perceptor. Oh well. Presumably Perceptor just made up the phrase to distract her, but it sure meant a lot to her. Interesting.
Perceptor had other matters at hand, he wouldn't have time to check out Bumblebee's capacitor. And since the call was made to bring in Hardwire, Bumblebee would see what he could do to assist.
Hmm, time for some chase music. Given Hardwire was claiming to be a friendly and now is not, 'Sabotage' from Beastie Boys seemed oddly appropriate. Not wasting any more time, Bumblebee started running out of the medbay to the tune of electric guitars hearkening back to music from cop films in the seventies.
OOC: Bumblebee exits. Lissen alla y'all it's a Sabotage!
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 4, 2007 6:45:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Just give it time right?" frowns Wedge. Time. But he wants it to happen quicker. 'You have to have patience, Wedge.' There goes Grimlock's voice floating through his head, advising as always.
"Whoa, that's early," blurts out Wedge upon receiving Sideburn's timestamp. He quickly sends over his own with a cheeky grin. "Guess I know a couple 'a things that you don't then."
Wait, wait, wait. If there's going to be a chase, Wedge totally wants in. "I'm going to!"
OOC: Wedge will be splitting next post after Sideburn.
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Bluestreak
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Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 4, 2007 9:13:17 GMT -5
Bluestreak nods at Perceptor's answer. "Ah, okay. And I can wait, I know you're busy. Well, I guess you're always busy, you're a scientist..."
He's been listening to the goings-on on the radio, and they are rather interesting. Who's Hardwire? Sounds like some kind of double-agent. He knows he should probably go out to help track him down, but if he leaves now, who knows when he'd get the explanation he was promised? Besides, it sounds like plenty of people are already out chasing him down. So he decides to stay put unless he's really needed.
"You guys called that yellow guy Bumblebee. Unless Bumblebee got a really weird upgrade at the Moonbase, I'm guessing he's from another universe. Wow, what if our Bumblebee shows up too? How would they know who we were talking to if we shouted 'Hey Bumblebee?' And I wonder what a Bluestreak from that Bumblebee's universe would look like... or a Perceptor, for that matter..."
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Sideburn
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Post by Sideburn on Oct 4, 2007 17:55:21 GMT -5
"Only if you can keep up!" Sideburn calls back to Wedge as he rushes out, following Bumblebee. Who knows how far he'll get before "Hardwire" reaches this area.
OOC: And out!
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 5, 2007 20:03:18 GMT -5
"He is from the same universe as Jazz," Perceptor explains distractedly. Bluestreak's babbled inquiry about the potential confusion of having multiple incarnations of the same named Autobot, however, makes him pause for a second.
"That... is a very intrigui-" Perceptor breaks off suddenly as Synape's transmission about Hardwire and his apparent hostage reaches him. If Bluestreak is quiet enough in that moment, he just might catch those few, nearly inaudible syllables. If he does... well, that may be the first time he's ever heard those particular words from the normally polite-to-a-fault scientist.
Needless to say, Hardwire probably isn't capable of performing that particular physical act. Not without breaking a few fundamental laws of physics. Oh, and about every general rule of decency in at least five sectors of space, including the Skuxxoid's home world.
The rest of Bluestreak's questions go unanswered; the game has significantly altered, and Perceptor is now out of time.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 5, 2007 22:09:05 GMT -5
"Keep up?! I can definitely keep up!" yells Wedge as he runs after Sideburn, transforming as he gets to the ramp.
Hostage situation? Wedge's engines grind. Why of all the dirty, low, rotten things...
So if Hardwire's coming this way, what better to do than to cut him off?
OOC: And Wedge chases after and goes off.
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Bluestreak
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 5, 2007 22:21:33 GMT -5
"Oh, Jazz is here too? Oh wait, you said he came from the same universe as Bumblebee... wow, a Jazz that looks like THAT, I want to see that..."
He freezes as he hears the announcement on the radio. Synapse now has the honor of being the second mech on this planet to render Bluestreak speechless. The traitor mech now has a hostage? He has no idea who Holi is, but he's obviously popular here if so many people are springing to his rescue!
"Perceptor, they're coming here! We've got to do something! We can talk later, should I go help? I'm fast, and I've got my missile launchers still..."
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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 Oct 6, 2007 21:34:24 GMT -5
A short bit after leaving the salvage area, Cannonball and his bargaining chip arrive atop the makeshift Autobase/garage. Toting Holi still, Cannonball walks down some ramps a few levels, able to faintly hear chattering down below. Clearing his vocaliser, the pirate makes an announcement, loud as he can muster without overly straining the component in his throat. "PERCEPTOR! I be comin' down wit' th' wee lad tae get me radio! No funny business, or I'll be forced tae blow him tae smithereens!"
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