Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 11, 2007 22:39:18 GMT -5
Thundercracker's grin fades a little as he exchanges verbal fire over the general broadband -- fraggit, he'll never understand femmes -- but returns as his attention refocuses on Dead End and Starfighter. Dead End seems to be taking it in good humor, shockingly enough, but Starfighter looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and deactivate himself.
"Never had experience with ground-bounds," Thundercracker replies in a conversational tone. "Kept to fliers mostly. And never had an experience like this." He nods at Dead End and Starfighter. "Though there was the time Skywarp got me overcharged and then wrote 'This Space For Rent' across my wings..."
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 11, 2007 23:51:43 GMT -5
It is pure coincidence and nothing more that brings Wreckage into the area, but he arrives all the same in his terribly mundane, ground-bound way. He is actually considering making his way to the mines; it sounds as if he might find a moment's entertainment there. But this means passing through various parts of the city, bringing him back to his coincidental arrival. He might have briefly spotted Skystrike, at some point in his meandering about the streets, flying with her strange burden, but if he did, he quickly put it out of mind. He has no real interest in whatever it was with which Starscream tasked her. Something about the car, Dead End….
…Well. This is… different, supposes the APC as his stride slows and he comes to a stop, having rounded a corner and fallen into line of sight with the spectacle at the fountain. Such odd things these Decepticons do to entertain themselves. And each other. Thundercracker seems amused by the plight of the other two, at the very least. Wreckage himself sees nothing amusing, but he has never been one given easily to humour.
He shifts his weight, turning to continue on his way, when a brief glint of silver out of place in the shadows of a doorway catches his eye. He freezes, focuses. The sight of a familiar, jagged, tiny form with four leering blue optics sends a jolt down his primary motor line and his arms shiver so very slightly even as the rest of his body goes utterly still. The small head bobs and pivots, turns toward him, and the optics lock onto his for an instant. Wreckage is not the imaginative sort, but he fancies he can hear the muted, chittering cackle as long, thin fingers undulate in a mock of a greeting. Then as abruptly as he saw the minuscule creature, it is gone, vanished into the dark of the building interior.
He cannot have seen what he is certain he has just seen. He runs a brief diagnostic on his visual cluster; buffers, feeds, and processor all return normal parameters. But… he cannot have seen what he has just seen. He refuses to think that thing… no, those two – they travel together, after all – are here.
It is a very good thing Wreckage has such a firm grip on his emotions and expressions. Even as strange as his face may seem to the other Decepticons, there would otherwise be no mistaking the look of complete, spark-jarring shock that should be there. It would seem, much to Wreckage's displeasure, that the Decepticons' vaunted infiltrator team has arrived.
OOC: All posing of Frenzy done with his player's permission.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 12, 2007 1:04:19 GMT -5
Skystrike looks up at the squeak and decides she doesn’t need that knife after all. She’s pretty sure she’s misplaced it anyways. The blue seeker couldn’t really stop the smirk that tugged at her mouth as she watched in something like amusement as Starfighter squirmed. That poor, poor secretary. At least all of the Decepticon base hadn’t seen this and none of the people here were particularly inclined to spread word of things like these.
Starfighter would’ve never heard the end of this, then.
Shaking her head slightly, Skystrike turned briefly to Thundercracker asking, “There are pranks are still going on amongst Megatron’s elites?” She questioned. There might’ve been ‘seems like I wasn’t missing anything’ kind of tone to her voice, but her mirth covered it up.
At the sound of Wreckage’s arrival, she turned and was about to say a greeting to him when she noticed the look on his face. Well, what she could make out about the look on his face anyways. All she knew was that it was different form his previous expressions.
“… Hello, Wreckage?” Skystrike said sounding a bit quizzical.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Oct 12, 2007 1:32:13 GMT -5
Starfighter seemed genuinely distressed. He didn't like all the optics staring at him. So much like Breakdown. Now was not the time for.. explorations. Starfighter needed to get away from all the optics.
Dead End finished pulling the ropes free and stood up. "How annoying. All this water on my finish; I shall have to polish up again. So, Thundercracker, did anyone try to rent you? What happened to your wings? You look like someone has been shooting you. I suppose it's only a matter of time before you get to be spare parts again, along with the rest of us."
"Starfighter, I have no idea how you got mixed up in this, so if you have orders to attend to, don't wait on me," Dead End says, waving a hand dismissively.
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Post by Starfighter on Oct 12, 2007 14:47:17 GMT -5
Why is it always Wreckage and Skystrike who seem to show up to hang around when he's in dislikable situations? Why? And it would have to be the one mech he actually favors around here, or at least trusts not to kill him for the sheer kick of it, that he gets publically embarrassed with.
"M'sorry about the inconvenience, Dead End sir. Didn't mean to," he mumbles, managing to stumble upwards and out of the fountain. His gaze is still about a yard from Dead End's feet.
"Should go get my datapad from...need to go get it now." In the haze, he's forgotten Needlenose's name. Starfighter attempts to transform and fly away in a cloud of tangible embarrasment, but the aftereffects of the tranquilizer let him only get a few feet up before he falls back onto the ground.
As if the day wasn't bad enough.
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Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 12, 2007 16:11:26 GMT -5
Thundercracker turns to Skystrike first. "I have no idea if pranks are still going on among Megatron's... well, I personally wouldn't call them 'elites...' but there were before I left. When I first showed up in the mines here, my first thought was it was another of Skywarp's sick jokes."
To Dead End he shrugs dismissively. "Had a run-in with an Aerialbot. Nothing major. He'll either hurry on home a little singed and having learned a lesson about messing with Seekers, or he's spare parts himself all over the ground. Didn't hang around to check. As for the 'rent' joke, 'Warp told me the only reason he went through with it is because he knew no one would pay for me anyhow." It seemed funny now, even if he had put a dent in the black Seeker's helm for the quip at the time.
It's about that time that Starfighter flops to the ground after his failed attempt to get airborne. "Starfighter, need a hand?"
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 12, 2007 18:52:43 GMT -5
If Wreckage were to kill another Decepticon, Starfighter would hardly be his first choice. Whether the shaky Seeker would find that a comfort to know is another matter entirely, and one hardly worth discussing at the moment.
Wreckage only stops staring at the hauntingly empty doorway when he realises Skystrike has addressed him and if he seems unsettled, he is careful not to show it. He does not, however, move from his spot just yet.
"Hn?" There is a definite tone of query to the syllable, but that is all the answer Wreckage gives the Berkut as he shifts his gaze to regard her.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 12, 2007 23:52:10 GMT -5
Skystrike is just here to, uh, watch over you in you in your state of unconsciousness, Starfighter! Don’t be afraid of the big scary seeker!
Skystrike looks quizzically at Wreckage for a moment before deciding that whatever he’d been staring was probably nothing to worry about too much. Then again, she didn’t know who Barricade and Frenzy were, just that the name Frenzy belonged to a blue (or was it red?) cassetticon that created earthquakes. The seeker turned her attention back to the fountain, watching as Dead End tried to calm down and Starfighter stumbled off the fountain in a manner not unlike drunkenness. She turned her head slightly still watching the spectacle, half listening as Thundercracker explained Skywarp’s pranks and then how he got his burns.
Ah, the Autobot fliers. How quaint. If Thundercracker could take on them alone and only get some burns, then it seemed there wasn't too much too much to be worried about. Still, better keep an optic out just in case. Even the poorest of fliers were dangerous if they could still fly, though not always of their own volition.
Skystrike's musing was interrupted when Starfighter attempted to fly and she idly wondered what’d been in Needlenose’s injection. Better keep away from that not-jet and his weird looking tools in the future, she firmly noted to herself.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Oct 13, 2007 0:12:22 GMT -5
Dead End studied Thundercracker as he speaks. "Spare parts now or later; as you say, nothing to worry about."
// Starfighter, Thundercracker is one of the few non-jerks in the upper ranks. Permit him to assist you; I think it makes him happy to be helpful. // Dead End had seen Thundercracker carefully pick up Rumble more than once after Skywarp kicked him across the room.1
"Unless someone has orders they haven't mentioned to me, I have some cleaning up to do. Skystrike, Wreckage, Thundercracker, Starfighter, good day. Possibly I will see you all later, either here or in the afterlife." In spite of his morbid tone, one might, if you knew Dead End well, catch the slightest tone of amusement in his voice.
--- 1 Extrapolating from episodes like "Countdown to Extinction", where TC did just that... OOC: Unless someone has something to say to Dead End, he's going to wander off and out of the thread.
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Post by Starfighter on Oct 13, 2007 13:00:37 GMT -5
//Yessir. And I apologize again sir, I was far out of line.//
Starfighter nods weakly, still frantically apologizing over the comm. Aside from Shockwave, he's used to commanding officers who blamed people for being involved in unfavorable events regardless of actual fault. He stumbles to his feet again, swaying slightly and offering a perfect target for Thundercracker to support.
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Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
Posts: 259
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Post by Thundercracker on Oct 13, 2007 17:44:22 GMT -5
Thundercracker watches Dead End go with a slight chuckle. Same fatalistic Stunticon he was familiar with back home, though it's nice to discover that he has some sense of humor, however morbid. It wasn't as if Motormaster exactly encouraged his team to hang out with the Seekers and other Decepticons, after all.
Spotting Starfighter wobbling on his feet, he hurries to the Seeker's side, grabbing him by the shoulders to steady him. "Whoa, what happened to you? Sure doesn't look like null rays to me, I don't remember them causing this kind of trouble."
OOC: Grabbing and steadying done with player's permission.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 14, 2007 2:59:41 GMT -5
His attention diverted from his Frenzy sighting courtesy of Skystrike's abortive attempt to question him, Wreckage says nothing of the Stunticon's rejoinder, but nods ever so slightly to Dead End as he takes his leave. Meanwhile, Starfighter, notes the APC, seems much the worse for the day's frivolity. Something in which Skystrike, who seems at times as dour as Blackout, played a part. Odd.
Wreckage momentarily entertains the notion of asking her what exactly happened, even if only because she would doubtlessly give the least verbose explanation necessary. But if there is a Decepticon here who eschews speech even more than Skystrike, it is very likely Wreckage; he simply approaches by a step or two and slides a questioning gaze from her to Thundercracker and Starfighter. That Thundercracker, who so readily laughed at his fellow flier's plight, is also so ready to lend him aid is something else Wreckage finds peculiar. Further contemplation on that, however, may wait for another time.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 14, 2007 8:08:41 GMT -5
Well, fun was over now. Skystrike rumbled in slight amusement as Dead End headed off before casting a look at Thundercracker helping Starfighter stand up straight. Just at quick as that, the light mood was gone the moment the F-15 wondered out loud what’d happened to their secretary.
“Needlenose injected him with some kind of tranquilizer.” She said as she recalled that particular little scene with a mildly distasteful look on her face. “He said that there would be side affects. A… headache, specifically, or some other symptom of equal supposed triviality.” By the way the flightless jet talked, it was supposed to be rather mild. Starfighter stumbling around half-drunk was pretty mild by Decepticon standards, but it was still a little more than a headache that the other seeker was suffering from. Skystrike would have suggested he get a check up just in case, but seeing as Needlenose pretty much was of the technicians and Hook was busy, well, not much of a choice there.
She glances briefly around to Wreckage once more when the APC takes a few steps closer, subtly shifting her stance out of cautious habit so that her wing didn’t obscure her view of him. The reminder of Needlenose’s little trick was enough to set he back on edge for the moment. She did, however, realize that Wreckage didn’t seem like the type to pull out strange looking instruments and knock people out with them so the sense of vigilance was a bit more lax on the tank. Should the berkut ever reflect back on this, she probably would’ve berated herself on that little slip.
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Post by Sell Sword on Oct 15, 2007 7:21:17 GMT -5
The distinctive sound of a helicopter begins to become audible, and then builds up until the chopper is in sight.
This definitely isn't Spinister though, the helicopter is larger to begin with, and the tail rotor is in a completly different set up. Also, the colors wouldn't blind you if you looked directly at it.
These where more or less the correct co-ordinates to the Decepticon base, Sell Sword was never all that great at following directions, he tended to just destroy the target area and the surrounding area just to be sure.
Seeing this group of Transformers standing around a fountain, he decides this is as likely a place as any to find a mechanic, and begins to descend towards them.
This, unfortunately, has the side effect of looking like he's going to be strafing them.
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OOC: Feel free to ID Sell Sword as a hostile, he after all can't talk directly to any of you or warn you of his approach, and he does look like he's going to attack at the angle he's coming in.
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Post by Starfighter on Oct 15, 2007 18:35:52 GMT -5
"Why'd he do that?" Starfighter asked, stumbling against the other blue seeker and trying to make things stop being so blurry. A fluffy memory of Needlenose's comment about 'making out' came to mind and he gave a bit of a resigned sigh. Figured.
He looks up into the sky to see something...helicoptorish coming down towards them, but he can't really be bothered to think anything of it. Maybe it wants to be his friend?
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