Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 24, 2008 20:52:52 GMT -5
Hey, Cannonball would only enjoy it as long as he wasn't gonna get in trouble either. And considering the concern is over those oh-so-important arrays, Cannonball is glad they're not damaged.
Cannonball does happily take the container from Wreckage, raising it slightly and nodding in thanks before clunking down and taking a long drag from it when Shrapnel starts in, then takes off. Cannonball watches him, then shakes his head. "Donnae know wot 'is problem is. It ain't Maccadam's High Grade, but it sure beats Scrapmetal leakage."
The pirate grumbles a bit more to himself, then falls quiet as he focuses on his drink, and poking a bit at his radio...
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 25, 2008 22:08:14 GMT -5
Wreckage offers a slight almost-shrug to both Shrapnel's departure and Cannonball's ramblings. Perhaps Shrapnel has some superior fuel squirrelled away; he manages in that swamp by himself, after all. If he wants none of the converted energon and has an alternative, Wreckage sees no point in trying to stop him. However, Wreckage will not let this fuel go to waste or leave himself to go hungry out of misguided camaraderie.
"Fuel is fuel," he murmurs, diffident, and pauses with his own can lifted halfway to his mouth. He pinches its lip into something approximating a spout that he can wedge between his "tusks" to avoid spilling half the contents down his chest, and only then does he drain the contents and lean down for a refill.
For a moment, he nearly expects to be shouldered aside by a spiteful, foul-mouthed armoured vehicle impatiently wanting his turn at the fuel. The shove does not come, nor do the insults and rude nicknames, and the moment passes, so Wreckage sits and drinks, staring at the tufts of cloud he can just make out above the faded horizon.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 4, 2008 18:19:17 GMT -5
Heeey, even if he is a pirate, Cannonball does have a slight measure of manners about him.
Plus, he knows better than to cut in line with someone packing big swords and a belly-mounted laser cannon.
"When ye get down to it, yes. One could also take Aluminum and Cybertonuron and say that metal is metal." Cannonball smirks lightly, taking a drink. "Granted, most of th' improvements of fuel are for recreational purposes..."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 4, 2008 21:25:14 GMT -5
This can goes much more slowly than the last while Wreckage pays the pirate only half a mind. The clouds along the horizon are dark. Perhaps there will be rain within the next day or two.
"…Hn," is his non-committal response. Fuelling up for recreational purposes is something for others to do; Wreckage sees no point in it and never has. It dulls the mind and the reflexes, makes the drinker act a fool, and leads to awkward moments, unsettling discoveries, and strange company once the haze clears. But Wreckage knows nothing about such goings-on.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 8, 2008 0:44:56 GMT -5
that kind of discovery can be fun. Cannonball doesn't just explore for treasure, y'know. As it turns out, there's a lovely little lady in seedier parts of Kaon that knows a thousand and one ways to void your warranty and make you see Primus at the same time...
Man. This trip is getting to be a downer. Cannonball's spending more time waxing nostalgic than ever.
Once the pair have both taken their fill, Cannonball takes a pair of the containers, filling them with what's left of the fuel. Then with some quick laser work, removes the bottoms of two more, and seals them on top of the filled containers, putting them away in subspace with the fuel converter.
//Oi, Shrapnel, we'll be 'eadin' off soon// he says over local radio, then standing. "I be ready whene'er ye are."
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 9, 2008 11:43:10 GMT -5
"…Of course," Wreckage replies vaguely, watching Cannonball make his preparations while slowly finishing off the last of his fuel. Once the can is drained, Wreckage simply sets it aside and scoops up the sensor arrays, then gets sedately to his feet, tensor cables crackling and plate scraping dully against the pavement. This time, he does not bother sparing the awning and the metal screeches as it warps and tears at the edge around his shoulders.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 9, 2008 14:26:49 GMT -5
The pirate winces slightly at the sound - Not as bad as the Crazy Eggs, but still unpleasant. Stepping out into open area, he glances around. "No sign of th' bug, an' no response..." he mutters with a shrug, and then transforms, pulling onto the road.
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 9, 2008 18:25:04 GMT -5
It takes a little juggling to get the sensors tucked safely into what serves as Wreckage's cargo space – he has no troops to transport, after all – while he transforms.
//Shrapnel will catch up,// he decides, //or he will not.// His engine gears up with a dull roar and he boosts his transmission so that Shrapnel will, perhaps, hear wherever he has gone. //Shrapnel. We are leaving.// And he pulls out after Cannonball because a looming, white ICV following close behind is just what anyone wants to see in his rear view.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 13, 2008 23:32:10 GMT -5
//Suits me, lad// Cannonball answers with a chuckle with just a hint of pranktastic malice.
Cannonball pulls ahead of Wreckage just a biiiiiit more. Wreckage's size is a good motivator for getting one's aft in gear.
...so maybe he should go chase Shrapnel down instead of him.
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Post by Wreckage on Aug 22, 2008 11:20:13 GMT -5
Wreckage is not a hound; he cannot chase what he cannot find and he does not track. He is not a diviner either, so he cannot pinpoint Shrapnel's current location unless the Insecticon responds to the radio calls. Or Cannonball could donate his axles so Wreckage can fashion a pair of dowsing rods.
//Shrapnel,// Wreckage tries one more time, //we are departing on heading <direction>.// There is mapping to be resumed and there are other sensor points to check. And perhaps even Autobots still out there somewhere, unless the detection Shockwave reported was a mere fluke. Wreckage would not look ill upon an encounter at this point, burns or no burns; he owes it to whatever Autobot he can find to return the favour.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Aug 29, 2008 8:23:11 GMT -5
Cannonball is very happy that Wreckage isn't going to use his axles to attempt to locate Shrapnel. Besides, if he did, they'd lead him to fuel. Or females. Or females with fuel.
Finally, Cannonball snorts impatiently. "Ah, jus' leave 'im. Like ye said, 'e made it jus' fine in that swamp. If he wants t' catch up, we got radios. Let's be movin' on!" With that, his engine revs a bit with some slightly renewed fervor, moving down the road.
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Some time later, the pair come upon a bigger settlement, more like an actual town this time. One that appreciates history and arts, by the looks of it. The houses and buildings here are made with an elaborate styling, and there's a number of sculptures around.
However, where the two pull in, one of the statues is smashed. In its former life, it resembled a Gillanese adventurer, wielding sword and shield. Whatever smashed it would be fairly big. Not far away from that pile of rubble is a museum. One wall has a sizable hole in it, debris scattered out into the adjacent street. In the soft ground near it, and near the former statue are deep footprints, big enough to pass for a Cybertronian's.
Spotting the hole, Cannonball transforms, looking over it and the pile of statue-rubble. "Huh... Guess someone don' appreciate th' arts around 'ere." Granted, Cannonball would appreciate them if looting them would net him a profit...
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 3, 2008 13:18:28 GMT -5
It was simply a matter of notifying Shrapnel which way the pair are going should he choose to catch them up. Although Wreckage is assuming Shrapnel has no long-range scanning capability with which to locate them. Perhaps he is incorrect. Either way, the deed is done.
The rest of the drive passes mostly in silence. Cannonball occasionally feels the need to offer his own… unique insight into whatever sights draw his attention, but since the pirate insists on speaking into the space in front of him, most of it never reaches Wreckage where he follows a few meters behind. Cannonball's explanation for why they have to stop in yet another settlement rather than simply mark its location in their map files and carry on also misses the Stryker, but he rolls to a stop in the plaza after his teammate nevertheless. Smaller chunks of rubble – castoff of the ruined statue or the shattered walls – crack and crumble under his tires before he stills. He does not immediately transform.
//This is art,// he informs Cannonball as he takes in the destruction. //…Crude… but art.// Perhaps even rendered by the unskilled hand of a lost comrade.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 3, 2008 20:31:46 GMT -5
"Well, beauty be in th' eye o' the be'older, I s'pose" Cannonball muses, glancing off at the hole in the building. "Y'figger we oughta see if wot did this is still 'ere in town? Could be an ally, could be an enemy. Either way, they could be beneficial. Mebbe split up an' take one side of town each?" --- A good distance away, about five miles into one side of town, faint clanking is heard as a gargantuan-to-humans suit of armor slowly plods along, patrolling the streets, keeping a vigil for anything that strikes its ire. In its hands is an axe, long as the being is tall with a huge double-bladed head. The armor is a mix of bronze, silver, and green, and very heavy. It has blunted spike studs, and is layered for excellent flexibility and protection. ---------- OOC: Our intrepid explorers will soon find themselves face-to-mask with an up-sized Iron Knuckle.
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 6, 2008 22:24:58 GMT -5
Wreckage doubts he and the pirate will ever see eye to eye in matters of aesthetics. He cannot find the appeal in swilling high-grade and ogling females.
//Very well,// he says, then reverses and picks a street to follow. //Maintain radio contact.// He reminds Cannonball only because Cannonball is not proper military and likely is unaccustomed to cohesive unit operations. Not that Wreckage has any immense flair for it, either, but he suspects a soldier is more apt for it than a pirate.
Then the Stryker is on his way through the silent town, manoeuvring between immobile vehicles or disinterestedly smashing them out of the way where the passage is too narrow.
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Cannonball
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Post by Cannonball on Sept 10, 2008 12:19:50 GMT -5
Cannonball can appreciate destruction, as long as he caused it, or it benefits him in some way. Like that hole in the wall, there could be super-awesome and valuable stuff in there that could sell for a hefty amount of credits!
...but, ol' One-Eye said that this isn't a treasure hunt. Bah. Maybe after this trip is over and after a short rest period, perhaps he can come back. Shortround might be interested as well.
//Aye, I know. I tell me lads back 'ome the same thing everything when we raid places.// Cannonball does know how to run a fairly tight ship, believe it or not.
Cannonball takes off the other way, cutting between side streets before finally flying up to a higher point, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. After all, having the high ground is a good tactic.
About a half hour and a couple of accidentally-collapsed buildings later, our buccaneer finds himself facing a large knight. Unlike the other things on this planet, it appears to have four limbs, rather than six. Outside of that axe it carries, the pirate notes four scabbards with swords in them. Apparently, this thing likes to be prepared.
Smirking, Cannonball aims his gun-hand at the armored warrior, and announces his presence. "Oi, you there. Identify yourself. Be ye Autobot, Decepticon, or somethin' else?"
Turning around, the being appears confused for a moment, then looks up slowly, and stares up at Cannonball for a moment through the holes in its mask. The look is a touch unnerving, as there doesn't appear to be anything behind the mask. No glowing optics, nothing. Cannonball's arm relaxes a bit, head tilting to the side in mild confusion.
Then without provocation, the suit swings its huge axe into the building, twice. The structure collapses, and Cannonball falls with it, stumbling back up as quick as he can. "Now, that's a bit uncalled for, lad!" he says, though the exclamation falls on uncaring ears. The armor begins to walk towards him, and Cannonball starts walking backwards, opening fire with his gun arm, though his shots bounce harmlessly off the creature's thick armor.
"Ah, bugger..."
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