Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Oct 24, 2007 7:25:22 GMT -5
Synapse continues to watch the unfolding spectacle in stunned silence.
When Grimlock moves himself, the scout's afforded another good glimpse of the rather floored Prime. Synapse's mouth tightens into a thin line at the sight of the injuries again.
So what Decepticon has this sort of firepower?
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First Aid
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Conscientiously Objecting
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Post by First Aid on Oct 24, 2007 11:23:42 GMT -5
Rodimus really should not be putting any more weight on that leg wound.
First Aid’s initial instinct is to tell Rodimus to please not get up again, and to get down on the ground himself, but that won’t do at all, not with Xaaron and Grimlock offering hands up. It wouldn’t be good to put Rodimus in a position where he has to reject a friendly gesture, it doesn’t do First Aid any good to put himself in a situation where he’s challenging Xaaron’s judgement, at least not over something this small, making Xaaron retract an offer of help would not be good either, and he prefers to avoid impugning Grimlock’s competence. So he’d better think of some other way to handle it, and fast.
He looks quickly about for a convenient wall of appropriate height. Give people an option that works for them and you and you can generally get your way. Now, where –
Aha! There’s a… Well, all right, it’s not a wall, it’s actually probably a portable storage unit, but the important thing is that it’s close, just off to the right of the street, and it’s a good size for First Aid’s purpose. A good shape too, being a metal rectangle just tall enough to serve as a Transformer sized seat.
“Rodimus, I need to get working on your leg. That’s easier if you’re sitting. Let’s turn that cargo container over there into a bench,” he says, inclining his head in the direction of his newly spotted solution.
(If he knew Sideburn's familiar with injuries like these, he'd call him over, but alas! He’s in the dark on that subject.)
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 24, 2007 12:13:34 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime is quite certain he could run, or even fight, on this leg if need be. "You people really are making far too much a fuss," Rodimus answers, voice relaying faint irritation. "This isn't that bad. I've entered battle on a lot worse. Although still, I suppose it's nice to have the luxury of making a fuss." He says that as though it is not a luxury he's used to having.
He sits up, then starts to accept the hand-ups offered by both Emirate Xaaron and Grimlock. However, the moment his hand touches Xaaron's, he draws it back, optics widened, and looks up to study the Emirate's face. He frowns thoughtfully, both at the other's reaction and something more internal, then tells himself, Later, and once more grasps the Emirate's hand, using him and Grimlock to pull himself to a standing position.
If support is offered on his way to the impromptu bench, Rodimus accepts it, allowing himself to lean against whoever assists him, but if not, he's fine to talk the short distance. In fact, he even manages to keep the limp to a minimum.
Once he sits down again, he looks up at Grimlock. "In answer to your question, I didn't get a name, or even a license plate number... but I did manage to come away with something else." The Prime removes from subspace a large, black door, as from a longnose semi, and holds it up. Shards of red glass are all that remain of the window, and the familiar purple emblem decorates the door.
Sideburn should recognize it immediately.1
"Longnose tanker. The trailer folded out into a full weapons platform, multiple gun mounts and missile batteries. Didn't have time to count, because they were all being used on me at the moment. Very large handgun, plasma, I think, and he could fire multiple missiles from his shoulders at once. Also had a very large, red sword for melee." Rodimus smirks. "He was good enough to give me a full demonstration there."
"In robot mode, he looks like Optimus Prime." Rodimus slammed the door down next to him, denting the tank-like metal somewhat, but doing worse to his improvised bench.
The young Prime looks around at the group at large. "If any of you people see this mech, and you are not named Grimlock, you are to run. Do I make myself clear?"
1 Scourge's player is going with they toy symbols and color scheme rather than the cartoon, but for the sake of simplicity, we're going to pretend that this is the correct color scheme for everywhere.
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Bluestreak
Rookie
Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
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Post by Bluestreak on Oct 24, 2007 12:24:44 GMT -5
Bluestreak boggles momentarily at the thought of a Decepticon that looks like Optimus Prime. The thought of such a mech -- and one capable of doing such damage -- is enough to send a shiver through his sensor array. And he thought Motormaster had been bad enough as an evil Prime clone...
"Whoa... a dark-side Optimus Prime? Is there an alternate universe with a dark Prime, I wonder? Oh man, that would be scary if it were us Autobots who were the evil ones and the Decepticons were the good... but there's a Decepticon sign on the door, so Prime leads the Decepticons there? Huh, wonder if Megatron leads the Autobots there..."
At the younger Prime's order he nods. "Gotcha, Rodimus. I'm not good at melee, and it sounds like he outguns me. Heck, sounds like he outguns a LOT of people here!"
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Post by Mirage on Oct 24, 2007 21:53:38 GMT -5
Mirage has already gotten the "run, run as fast as you can" speech, and fully intends to heed the advice.
As Prime moves so that First Aid can start repairs, Mirage also moves, going to lean on a wall near enough to the group to be within hearing distance, but not close enough to be considered part of it. He's curious about this new Prime, and more so about how the Emirate will react.
OOC: Mirage is skip OK for the duration. He may pipe in, and will answer if addressed but other than that, he's just listening in.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 24, 2007 22:43:41 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron files away Kup and Grimlock's reactions. Then Rodimus Prime takes the hand that he so thoughtlessly offered, and a wave of vertigo hammers Emirate Xaaron. He sets his jaw and forces himself to follow through with helping up the Prime, but deep in his soul, he can tell there's something wrong here.
Why does he feel like when Galvatron throttled him for the simple act of helping up a fellow Autobot?
Emirate Xaaron frowns, trying to cover his nausea and the headache that is settling in for the winter. Despite this, he offers himself to Rodimus Prime to lean on. Curse that analytical mind, for the sickness rocks him again. That's definitely coming from the Prime.
He's ever so relieved when the Prime sits down. Emirate Xaaron listens to the speech, clearly not pleased by the turn of events, and turns to the other Autobots. He directs, "If you aren't a medic, me, or Rodimus Prime, clear out. You've met him, and you'll have plenty of time to get to know him later. Right now, he needs repairs, and I need to clarify his position here."
Little does Emirate Xaaron know that the one guy here who can identify that door also counts as a medic.
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Nightbeat
Minor
Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 24, 2007 23:19:21 GMT -5
Nightbeat nods. "All right, Emirate, Kup, Rodimus... If any of you need me, you know how to get ahold of me."
He took a step back and transformed, executing a perfect tight U-turn. "Man, do I need a drink..." he says, as he pulls off.
((exit, Nightbeat))
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Grimlock
Major
There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 24, 2007 23:36:31 GMT -5
Grimlock stares long and hard at that door. He even takes an image of it and files it away, with Rodimus' explaination that it was a black Optimus Prime. The weapons loadout was insignificant. There was another Prime out here. One that looked like Optimus, was a Decepticon, and had beat the ever-loving scrap out of Rodimus.
Grimlock wanted to ask more, but then Xaaron gave his order to clear out...and he hesitates, and starts to step forward when he feels a gentle, but firm hand grab his arm. Grimlock turns around to see a very serious-faced Kup nodding in the other direction. Glancing back, Grimlock heaves a sigh and turns around, following Kup. He didn't like it, but he already knew to not cross the elder.
Still, Grimlock could barely wait until he crossed paths with this Dark Prime on the battlefield. ---------- OOC: Kup posing done with permission of Kup's player.
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Post by Kup on Oct 24, 2007 23:42:40 GMT -5
Kup pauses before leaving the scene entirely, and smiles back at the young Prime. "It's... nice meeting you, l- Prime." There's a faint cast to his expression, as perhaps he thinks, once more, on how it is possible he'll never see his own Rodimus Prime again. Oh, if Omega Supreme is to be believed, he may see his own Hot Rod again, but he shall be Prime no more.
And Kup never got to say his good byes.
"I look forward to getting to know you," he adds, before turning away once more. To Grimlock, he says, "Now, I believe you were wanting to know the details of the circus I visited back when I was on this planet before?" The two stroll away, talking amiably of days gone by.
OOC: Exit Kup and Grimlock. Grimlock posting done with permission of player.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
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Post by Sideburn on Oct 24, 2007 23:59:59 GMT -5
Sideburn's jaw drops at the sight of the truck door, and Rodimus' description only cements the identity in his mind. "Scrap! That's Scourge! I knew I recognized those types of damage! Out of all the 'Cons from my universe to be brought here..." at this he trails off into unintelligible muttering.
Then Xaaron calls for most of the others to shoo, but Sideburn stays. Hey, he qualifies! He moves over to kneel next to First Aid, pulling out his own tiny tool kit. "Here, lemme help. I've repaired these types of damages on myself and my brothers often enough."
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Oct 25, 2007 5:30:40 GMT -5
So they should watch out for black ground-bound Earth vehicles on the Decepticon side? Synapse for one hopes that he should never come face-to-face with this particular Decepticon on any battle field. Carefully, he logs the descriptions away before turning to leave. Synapse definitely doesn't fall into any of the categories that Emirate Xaaron has described.
With one last glance is spared at the remaining group as he makes a small salute before transforming with a quick leap and blasts away.
OOC: Synapse is out
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Oct 25, 2007 14:58:06 GMT -5
Oh, First Aid is sure Rodimus could fight like this, yes, people can perform amazing feats when they have to – but that doesn’t mean he should be standing right now. Two different things!
He doesn’t protest, though. It doesn’t matter if anyone says he’s being fussy as long as they do what he needs them to – he gave up having the stupid arguments somewhere into the second week of the long running ‘Of course I’m going to turn off your pain receptors first, dummy!’ discussion with Blades. Not worth the aggravation.
Speaking of pain receptors… he’s pretty sure that the leg is a problem because of the denting, not because of the crack. Somewhere some circuitry is getting pressure it shouldn’t be, probably, but he’s aware he doesn’t know this style of engineering well yet. It’s just different enough he might be wrong.
Xaaron’s announcement is noted, but he doesn’t spare the attention to react outwardly.
“Thank you,” he says to Sideburn without looking up, “Any surprises I should be watching for?”
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 25, 2007 16:51:45 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns and listens intently to Sideburn as he identifies the truck door. "Scourge, huh? I've got to say, he seems like a lot more trouble than the guy in my own reality by the same name. I'm going to need to you to tell me everything you know about him... although probably not just now."
He then turns to Emirate Xaaron, and a very faint smile quirks up the right corner of his mouth. "So, what is my position here? Besides sitting, I mean?"
As the medics work, he will shift positions or twist his injured leg as required, but this is almost a subconscious move. Despite his protests, he's a competent field-medic himself, and so has a pretty good idea what needs to be tended to first.
That said, really, his broken spoiler aches more than his leg. Darned spoiler.
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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 25, 2007 17:26:01 GMT -5
"Okay then," Bluestreak replies. "Hope to talk to you later, Rodimus." He falls to the ground in vehicle mode and pulls away.
He's beginning to see how becoming Prime has changed Hot Rod -- he seems a lot more mature than when Bluestreak saw him last. And he certainly can't picture THIS Rodimus crashing through a roadblock... unless it was in the middle of a fight. Perhaps later he can track Rodimus down and talk to him about what's happened between Bluestreak's departure and Rodimus'...
OOC: Bluestreak exits stage left!
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 25, 2007 21:02:15 GMT -5
OOC: permission from Mirage to skip.
Emirate Xaaron is pleased to see his order obeyed. How long can he expect that to happen now? He quirks an optic ridge as Sideburn pulls out a medical kit and comments, "How very useful." Not only is Sideburn a medic, but he appears to have a positive ID on Rodimus Prime's assailant. "You will have to brief us more on this 'Scourge', as I am assuming that he is not the Scourge from Rodimus Prime's future."
He turns to Rodimus Prime, expression dead serious, a stark counterpoint to the jesting Prime. Wishing to keep the delicate issue private, Emirate Xaaron radios, //I can't say until you tell me why you feel tainted to me. If you don't have an explanation for it, I'm afraid your position is going to be under lock and quarantine until the issue is resolved.//
Verbally, he says instead, guardedly, "These people elected me leader, but it seems they are accustomed to following Primes. Ours seems to be the only universe where I ever was. What do you have to say about that?"
Rodimus Prime could take it from him, but does the lad want to? That's the more interesting question.
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