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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 24, 2008 20:53:35 GMT -5
"It's easier when you have your network around you," he replies, shrugging. "You look for am EM pulse in a field of EM pulses, but if you can't make yourself look like one, they scatter before you can ever get close enough to check, y'know? Takes time to build up those favors and contacts in a new place."
Well, the platinum had been a big hit, he sees. Maybe there's some more of those cobvertor type things around here? He starts poking through the mess with a will now that he has a more defined target in mind.
"We'll make it home. Shockwave and Hook and the others, they'll find a way to get us there. Gotta keep faith in that. And when you get back to your home, then you can go back to getting it down."
Ah, ha! Another of those environmental things. He pries it open and fishes out the plates of platinum before spotting a small treasure trove of electronic boards cached together in the shreds of a trunk. "Hey, there might be some silver and gold in this stuff," he offers, dragging it over for her to check out. "But it'll probably need melted down to get it out. Unless you can use these boards and things as they are?"
He pauses to watch her for a moment. "I haven't worked alone for a long time," he admits, finally, and there's a soft quality to his quiet voice that his counterpart is likely not even capable of producing. "You've never had a partner?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 29, 2008 15:30:00 GMT -5
Pee-Dee doesn't answer Barricade for some time. Her hand keeps moving, putting together the bits and pieces needed to build the tensors that would actually power her arm and allow it to move.
When she does speak, her voice is much the same as before. "No, I've never had a partner. I've got people I work with when I need to work with people, but no partners, no team. There's just me."
Sometimes there's not just her, because sometimes she flings her badge at Wreck-Gar, and then there's no one.
"I like it here," she adds, seemingly apropos of nothing.
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Post by Barricade-3 on Jul 30, 2008 15:08:28 GMT -5
"That takes bearings," Barricade replies, voice full of admiration. He's not really cut out for solo work anymore. Not really. He counts on Frenzy too much, if only for the simple comfort of having his nearest and dearest friend to keep him company. That doesn't even begin to touch upon everything that the diminuitive hacker is capable of.
"Small group," he muses quietly. "Too preoccupied with just trying to make it work. World's more black and white that way. Simpler."
He stares off over what parts of the ruined city that he can see from their obstructed vantage amidst the junk. "Simple's nice now and then." After a long moment, he finally drags his optics back to her.
"Why?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 31, 2008 16:51:32 GMT -5
Pee-Dee looks up at Barricade, red optics taking him in. Her hand doesn't stop working on her other arm now, not when she's so close to having two manipulating limbs again.
Why does she like it here? It's sane and rational, not the quicksilver icefloes of culture on Junk. It's peaceful. The enemy is always going to be the enemy, the wrong thing is always going to be the wrong thing.
"It's complicated," she says at last. "Cultural differences. Personal differences. Emirate Xaaron is sweet."
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Post by Barricade-3 on Aug 3, 2008 16:14:17 GMT -5
That's understandable. Sometimes just being somewhere different is wor-- Waitasecond.
"Xaaron?" Barricade asks, a little incredulous. "Sweet?" Okay, now he's certain that they aren't in Kansas anymore, to borrow a human colloquialism. The only way that his Pee-Dee would find Xaaron "sweet" would be flayed open and begging for his life.
Barricade can definitely understand the other stuff, though. The stuff Pee-Dee doesn't say. He's rather fond of knowing that there's absolutes that won't change on him, too.
"What is your Xaaron like, anyway?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 5, 2008 14:35:37 GMT -5
"He's sweet," Pee-Dee repeats. "He dances. He watches teevee with me. He's soothing, and he doesn't put up with any guff from people."
Pee-Dee probably has one of the more skewed perceptions of Emirate Xaaron out there.
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Post by Barricade-3 on Aug 7, 2008 17:38:05 GMT -5
Yup. Definitely not in Kansas anymore.
"Duly noted," he replies, shaking his head. What a weird, weird world. Xaaron. Not taking guff from anyone.
"So... Once you're back together again, what's your plan? We're missing one of our own, and I'd like to try and track him down, if I can," he explains, goig back to ferreting out useful bits for her to use. "Wouldn't mind the back-up, if you'd be up for it."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 7, 2008 17:57:38 GMT -5
"Weeeeell... If the crims have one of your boys, that's kidnapping and potentially hostage-taking. We're cops. We handle that kind of thing." Pee-Dee manually flexes her elbow-joint, then starts building the tensors for her lower arm.
"First we need to find them. So, I'm thinking first we find your counterpart. I keep an eye on him while you go find your boy. Just pretend to be an asshole if anyone hassles you." The Junkion frowns and taps the spot on her chest that covers her broken radio. There's just a minor little problem with that plan, though...
"Mr. Singe, can you radio other Transformers or just Spinister?"
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Post by Barricade-3 on Aug 7, 2008 21:58:32 GMT -5
Barricade looks a little grim as Pee-Dee lists off possible charges. "I'm afraid it could be worse than that, ma'am," he intones gravely. "Their Skyfire is a..." Barricade shudders as he recalls some of the things that had been passed along to him. "His preferences are... deplorable. If Thundercracker could have gotten free, he would have by now, and with Perceptor around, I hesitate to think about what might have been done to him to keep him... contained."
Well, the rescue plan sounds simple enou- Wait... "An... asshole?" He isn't going to like his alternate much, is he? Great Allspark, what must Frenzy's alternate be like then? "Wait. Are he and I identical, then?"
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Post by Spinister-3 on Aug 8, 2008 7:39:13 GMT -5
Singe looks a little startled to be addressed, and after wringing his hands, the Nebulan replies, "Ah, yes, Miss Pee-Dee." He coughs. "I mean that I can radio Transformers other than Spinister."
Not that he ever radios Spinister. Their minds are binary bonded via latent engrams. Their consciousnesses have been literally fitted together like pieces of a puzzle. Wander far enough into Singe's head, and you'll end up in Spinister's and, eventually, out the other side in Hairsplitter's.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 8, 2008 21:39:03 GMT -5
"That's good, Mr. Singe!" So this plan of hers isn't actually crippled out of the starting gate. Pee-Dee doesn't even turn to look at Barricade when he asks if he's identical to his counterpart.
"I don't know if you do, I've never seen him. But he's a Decepticon, and he's working with your Autobots, and he wouldn't do that if he were a decent guy." Of course, Pee-Dee is only assuming that there even is an evil Barricade because there's a good Barricade standing right in front of her.
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Ready to time-skip and start a new thread for rescuing Thundercracker-3?
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Post by Barricade-3 on Aug 9, 2008 22:42:10 GMT -5
"Well, obviously. I'm just concerned that we actually look the same, though," Barricade replies, nodding. Of course, he hadn't had any reason to avoid checking in as soon as he and Frenzy had appeared on their Gillanan III, and so he's been working with his fellow Decepticons from the start, unlike a certain other Decepticon who hasn't really run into any Autobots yet.
Well, none of the right sort of Autobots, that is.
"Sounds like a plan, though. Let's give it a shot," he adds, lacing his claws together and flexing both hands out, as if cracking his knuckles. Time to dust off the old acting skills.
ooc: time skip ahoy!
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