Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 11, 2007 22:22:52 GMT -5
Firebolt casts a half stare in Swerve's direction. Despite the poke, she doesn't look like she cares... She rolls her head back over to the two older bots and looks absolutely shocked.
"Oh you're Mr. Kup and Mr. Emerate Xaaron? I was expecting somebody... Well... ... Taller. N'd I woke up in a place I didn't know where I was had a panic attack and... Well, snowballs? It snowballs. Not sure how to describe it." She sighed. "I wanna fix it but all the movies show people letting out what they feel and then the next scene things are getting to be ok.. Anyway, questions," She holds up a finger and then digs into subspace and pulls out a bit of paper from a notebook.
"So like... A common problem that I'd have viewed on Earth were things such as energy supplies. They used oil, but I'm not sure what you guys use. If there was an energy crisis at stake, what would you do? And hypothetically, let's say there was a ship that could take us off this world but only a few could go. Would status or relationships affect your decisions there?"
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Post by Slingshot on Oct 11, 2007 22:50:30 GMT -5
The look Slingshot gives Firebolt very, very clearly questions the reality of that girl. 'Cause there's no way he can figure that someone like her should exist-
Oh, wait.
"What, did we get a young Junkion before she fully figured out how to talk TV?" Slingshot demands of the world at large.
"Look, red car-girl? Doing what they do on TV makes you look slagging stupid."
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Synapse
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Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Oct 12, 2007 18:22:40 GMT -5
Oh my, there looks to be a rather large amount of ballots that will be coming in.
Synapse watches with a slightly puzzled look when Perceptor arrives. He's about to inquire about the scientist's new colors...that's before he notices the rather 'out there thoughtful' look. Instead, Synapse stays quiet and watches with no small amount of concern as the other votes and strolls away.
As for the votes? He's going to have to pay some closer attention to it now with so many people here.
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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 12, 2007 18:55:18 GMT -5
Sideburn shrugs as others distract Firebolt, and quickly writes down 'Kup' on his scrap before handing the stylus over to Grimlock. He then puts the scrap of metal in the ballot box, transforms, and zooms out.
OOC: Xaaron 7, Kup 2. And Sideburn's out of the thread!
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Grimlock
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There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 12, 2007 22:40:28 GMT -5
Grimlock gives Perceptor a puzzled look, but doesn't think too much of the snatching. No sense in smacking him. For one, he's lost in thought. For two, he's the medic. Either way, time to vote.
...
The Dinobot glances around a couple of times before leaning in to Synapse. "Um...how you spell 'Me, Grimlock'?"
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Post by Swerve on Oct 13, 2007 3:45:47 GMT -5
Good, the oldtimers can deal with Firebolt. Swerve has no problems with that; it keeps her away from him and less likely to get 'accidentally' popped if she goes and starts ranting again. He's hardly in any mood to listen to her go off a second time… not that he'd ever be in a mood to listen to that if he had any say in the matter.
He goes back to skulking by the ballot box, much as he has for the majority of this thread. Sure, he may not be enough to intimidate Grimlock or Omega Supreme – the plaza gets a whole lot fragging smaller when he shows up – but he's going to do what he came here to do. What he let himself be talked into doing. What he took a free punch on Emirate Xaaron to do.
…See if he volunteers for scrap like this ever again.
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Holi
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Captain Can-Do
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Post by Holi on Oct 13, 2007 4:05:03 GMT -5
One would have to pay attention to a point rather closer to the ground than the average Transformer's eye level to note, after Omega Supreme's relatively quiet arrival, the Micromaster following in his wake.
Holi isn't trying to hide, really, but he isn't doing much to advertise himself, either. He's just… there, though he'd happily greet everyone if he could work up the nerve. Honestly, he'd like to simply make his own vote and leave with as little fuss as possible, especially after the minor fiasco that was the bomb scare two days past, but he suspects that would be terribly irresponsible of him. He is supposed to be a candidate in this, after all, even if he'd rather not have that distinction. Kup didn't really want it, either, it seemed, but there he is all the same. Holi can't do any less.
Could he vote before he has to try and play candidate, then, at least?
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Post by Kup on Oct 13, 2007 13:32:11 GMT -5
Kup looks back at Xaaron. "They had just uncovered some big new energy resource on onna there moons." He pauses, considering. "Come t'think of it, that may've been the source of alla the tensions." Then he shrugs and continues. "Anyway, a small team of Decepticons was sent to grab it, so a small team of 'Bots was sent to stop 'em. We did, but was told we hadda try and stay out of local affairs, which in this case meant lettin' the locals beat the snot out of each other." Kup had described the event as having only been a couple of centuries back, after all, which would mean he was back with the Autobots and the war by then.1
Come to think of it, that would be right before Kup met Hot Rod...
He nods in greeting to the newcomers (although Omega Supreme might well miss it), snorting in mild amusement at Skyblast's antics, then turns his attention to Firebolt's questions. "Erm... there's always an energy crisis. We arrived to an energy crisis. We solved it by adapting a hydropower station, then going and preventing the 'Cons from taking that power plant. Back on Cybertron, we got techs working to bring a lot of the old power generation stations back online, and Perceptor's got some pretty fine ideas for new sources." He shrugs. Of course, there are plenty of times when Autobots have gotten their energy by stealing it from the Decepticons, the same way Decepticons get theirs by stealing it from everyone else, but that's war. It's the way things work.
"Not sure what you're getting at with the spaceship question. Taking us off this world doesn't take us back to our homes... we've obviously got a number of different universes interacting here, and no way to tell so far whose universe we're in, if any of ours. If we're sending a ship off planet that ain't got all of us, it's to try and figure out these things, which means they're still going to have contact with us, which means the crew would be picked based on what we need for the mission. If you're talk about just shipping a group to the stars that we don't plan on never hearing from again..." Kup shakes his head. "Nope. Not doing that at all, anyway."
Kup looks up at Slingshot, then nods at Firebolt. "I wouldn't put it quite the way he did, but yeah. Don't accept what you see on TV at face value. Sounds like you picked up plenty from watching, which is fine, but now it's time to learn from watching reality. Not every problem can be solved in half an hour, after all." No. Sometimes you need to do a "To Be Continued..."!
At Grimlock's question, the veteran facepalms. Then he looks up at the Dinobot Commander, and says, "Em-eee-comma-gee-are-eye-em-el-oh-see-kay." He doesn't point out that Grimlock isn't even a candidate - after all, they made no rules against write-ins - and while he's half-tempted to tell Grimlock that it's spelled, 'Ex-ay-ay-are-oh-ehn,' that would be dishonest.
He does consider trying to grab Grimlock's ballot after everything is said and done and give it back to Grimlock as a nametag or something, though.
With that, he turns towards the rather large group and announces, "Now, unless anyone has anything else, I've got to be off." With that, he starts to stride away.
1 Random Kup geezer-moment approved by other admin.
OOC: Out of thread, unless someone stops me. Current count: Xaaron: 7, Kup 2
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 13, 2007 14:39:45 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron wishes he could just mindwipe Slingshot. Optimus Prime did it!
Swerve didn't volunteer! Swerve was asked to man the box.
Emirate Xaaron notes coolly, "Appearances can be deceptive. Just Emirate Xaaron is quite enough. 'Emirate' itself is a title."
He folds his hands behind his back and paces as he explains, "Even before the war, we had energy problems. Iacon, where I served, rationed its energy and helped provide relief to worse-off city-states. Vos and Tarn both stockpiled their energy to maintain vast armies. The difference between the haves and the have-nots of course caused strife, and I tried to make the other council members see that.
Emirate Xaaron pauses, a distant look in his optics. "They saw it too late, if they ever did. The war worsened the problem. The Decepticons have to be stopped before the challenge can really be tackled. Still, some work has been done with downgrading to smaller, more energy-efficient forms in the form of Micromasters. Powermasters integrate organic components such that they can run off easily-grown biomass instead of costlier refined fuels. Nuclear fuels, while dangerous, can be used safely if one is careful," more like Needlenose or Shockwave than like Megadeath, "and they can provide power for a long time. Being in orbit around a star obviously helps, as solar, wind, thermal, and hydrodynamic power sources open up. More research certainly can stand to be done.
He rubs his chin. "As for the spaceship question, it's really a matter of context. Why are we leaving? After all, it isn't much trouble to build a starship to contain all of us, and we already possess one." He gestures up at Omega Supreme. "Behold Omega Supreme, valiant warrior, defense base, and troopship. Even if we didn't have him, just getting off this planet doesn't fix the problem. Decepticons will still arrive here, and we're probably in the wrong universe or time anyway, even if we wanted to just abandon our responsibilities and go home. Now, sending a ship with a small amount of people to go investigate the moons or the asteroid field might be useful. In that case, I would pick whoever had the talents for it. Or if the Decepticons sent out a small party, it might be advantageous to pursue.
Emirate Xaaron shrugs and inquires, "Is that quite all, soldier?"
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Oct 13, 2007 15:10:37 GMT -5
First Aid is frazzled. He's probably even frazzled enough to look it – the collective motto of the Protectobots can be boiled down to ‘Don’t panic, just work,’ and he’s been following that bit of advice a little too rigorously the past several days. It’s easier than taking the time to think about the fact that if his team is even in this universe, they’re galactic arms away.
He’s trying very hard not to think about that now, either, as he forces himself to walk past a broken streetlamp and into the plaza. The whole place needs a tune up, but he can’t give it one. He’s got work to do, and there aren’t resources to use on non-sentient machines, no matter how much he wants to.
“Morning!” he says. Mm, Slingshot and Skyblast’s repairs seem to be holding, and Omega Supreme… is marking the end of the queue? Now, there’s more sociability than he’s seen out of the guardian in a long time. Or possibly ever, he’d have to think about it. Oh, not quite the end, there’s… Holi, yes, right behind him.
First Aid has never been entirely sure where Omega Supreme’s blind spots are, or even if he actually has any, but it’s better to assume he’s about to move into one and be wrong than assume he’s not and be, well, wrong. “Hello, Omega Supreme,” he says, as he scoots around to the end of the line. It’s polite and now Omega knows where he is, even if he has gotten into a blind spot. No squished medic today!
“Hello,” he says to Holi, in a quieter tone. “Holi, right? I’m still learning all the names I didn’t know.”
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Oct 13, 2007 15:13:35 GMT -5
Skyblast totally steals Kup's sheet and stylus. Extruding an energon blade, he very neatly cuts out a ballot in the shape of an Autobot symbol. On the back, Skyblast fills in the details of the Autobot symbol. He doesn't just write down 'Jazz' on the ballot's front. He also draws a picture of Jazz break-dancing. His decorations done, Skyblast chucks the ballot in the box like he's playing basketball.
Voting completed, he gives a jaunty wave to all assembled, gets a running start, leaps into the air, and zooms out of the place, rattling but not breaking the windows again.
OOC: Xaaron: 7, Kup 2, Jazz 1
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 13, 2007 15:48:04 GMT -5
Omega Supreme would never step on Holi! Of course, he totally needs to know that Holi is there. At First Aid's greeting, Omega Supreme turns and does indeed sight Holi, as well.
Ooops!
He turns around and squats down slightly, waving to Holi and First Aid. He says simply, "Greetings."
Omega Supreme straightens, turns back around, and crouches down again to pick up the sheet that Skyblast left behind him. He awkwardly holds the sheet in his claw hand. Disdaining the stylus, he extrudes a small circuit probe from his cannon arm. It's the same thing he used to try to reprogram the Constructicons. He scratches out 'Kup' on the sheet and then uses the probe to clip the ballot out. Omega Supreme falls to his knees to put the ballot in the box and lets the rest of the sheet fall near the stylus.
Unless anyone else has something to ask of him, Omega Supreme departs now, heading back to his post to collapse into defense base mode.
OOC: Xaaron: 7, Kup 3, Jazz 1
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
Moving Violation
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Post by Firebolt on Oct 13, 2007 15:52:00 GMT -5
"That's nice, you can keep talking, but I'm not gonna listen, kthx," Firebolt says, glancing over at Slingshot and then shaking her head, looking away. Men.
"Well, you lookalikaman," Firebolt says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. She pauses and then points at Kup, "I'd rather have you as a Dad than a leader, cos you seem like you'd play awesome games. Like, like, ultra catch. Oh. Bye." She waves, as he goes off to leave. She looks at the others, "He's like, some sort of super war vet! Like, superman but better. But not as good as Batman. Batman gets all the chicks. I don't know if all the chicks go for Mr. Kup. But... That's ok. He's like a Dad old guy Grandpa guy."
Then it's Xaaron's turn. Firebolt listens intently to him, nodding and making her own notes in her head. When he finishes, she raises her hand, almost like she's in school. "Ya, two things. If you want, you can call me Firebolt, n'stead of Soldier. And second, you sound like you need a hug. Can I give you a hug?"
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Post by Slingshot on Oct 13, 2007 16:17:47 GMT -5
"Prime, you make yourself look stupider every time you open your mouth," Slingshot opines as Firebolt babbles onward.
Pot, kettle, Slingshot.
Kee-rice, he's getting tired of this place. Time to go find out what he'd come over here to find out in the first place.
Slingshot ambles over to Swerve on the basis that Swerve isn't the jumpy little guy. "Yo. Who's winning?"
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Oct 13, 2007 20:34:17 GMT -5
Makes sense that Jazz is the last of the candidates to amble in, isn't it? After all, being late is /fashionable/. At least in some parts of the galaxy. He missed the ruckus, but not the Slingshot. Or those who remain here. And as he does his little catwalk stroll, he grins at the guys manning the ballot box. Yeah. You guys. Is he trying to be friendly? Heck yeah. He's even grinning at Xaaron. "S'happenin'? Am I late?"
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