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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 3, 2009 19:52:31 GMT -5
Bambi stops running, and she rises up into her robot form. She pulls out a dusty, beat-up toolbox that looks just a bit too small for her. It looks like the sort of toolbox a human mechanic who does a lot of work in deserts, mountain ranges, and other rough terrains would have. As she opens it up, a bit of caked on mud falls off the box, and the hinges squeak like they need oil.
She crouches down, rummaging through the toolbox, often looking up to keep an optic on the combat, twitchy, twitchy, twitchy. Bambi explains, "You not look so good. It sort of bugging me Bambi. Have fixed trucks. Can patch you."
He'll probably laugh in disbelief, and she'll probably want to punch him. So Bambi heads it off now, "And look, me Bambi know me not talk right. It disorder of the speech cortex. It no mean me dumb."
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 3, 2009 23:21:08 GMT -5
"YAARGHHH!"
Duskwing reels back, clutching his maimed head. Springer can be forgiven for thinking that Duskwing must have no brain module, for if Springer had shot one of his own universe's Seekers like that, it would indeed have been 'a dead mechanism'. As it was, Springer's blast narrowly missed Duskwing's brain component.
The dark blue and purple jet-former cuts loose with a truly dizzying string of obscenities describing Springer's shoddy build-factory, the incompetent engineers who designed his model, the non-existent quality control on Springer's brain module by the overcharged, rust-addled fool that ran his assembly line, not to mention Springer's own obviously malware-spawned personality programming residing in a rust-eaten---
About that time Blitzwing drags Duskwing back, and threatens Springer. Duskwing blurts out, "Just shoot him with your tank cannon, Blitzer. Where's Mist? Kid's with me."
// MISTWIND! Get movin'; don't let this slaggin' Wrecker catch you. //
--- Duskwing will submit to being tossed/dragged/manhandled into Blitzwing's cabin and out of here.
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Post by Springer on Jul 4, 2009 20:55:44 GMT -5
Springer backs up, but keeps his gun trained on the Decepticons. He agrees with Blitzwing, believe it or not. This has turned into a bit of a clustersmelt.
"Okay, Blitzwing. No need to go kamikaze. Take your comrades and leave. He lowers his gun, raising his hands up in a peaceful motion as he backs away.
He cuts a radio call to Jetfire right quick, though. //They say they're leaving, but keep on your toes. They're Decepticons after all.//
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Post by Blitzwing on Jul 5, 2009 13:16:08 GMT -5
Blitzwing stows the energon cube/energon bomb, and releases his grip on Duskwing. Stepping a few steps back, Blitzwing transforms into his MiG form, but much larger than normal, big enough to fit 4 full sized transformers. Duskwing and Mistwind should have no problem fitting.
//Get in, or get left behind. I've had enough of this entire affair. Can you see properly Duskwing?// Blitzwing says, opening up his cockpit.
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Post by Mistwind on Jul 6, 2009 14:28:30 GMT -5
As soon as Blitzwing has transformed and opened his cockpit, Mistwind clambers up his side, looking back to Duskwing, "I'm right here, Duskwing, get in!" He then pulls himself into the cabin, and makes sure he's out of the way for the incoming seeker.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jul 6, 2009 14:53:56 GMT -5
"I... I was not thinking you to be dumb," Jetfire says, staring in slight surprise at Bambi. Even if he did, he is not really in the mood for laughing. He's feeling rather woozy, actually. "I am sorry you are having disorder of speech cortex, though?"
He finds himself rather confused by Bambi's behavior. First she runs away and says Autobots are no good, and now she turns around and wants to help him? Weird. Still, he's a bit dubious about this strange Dinobot's repair capabilities, though naive enough to not be particularly suspicious about her motives. "Is... fixing Autobots much like fixing trucks?"
Well, at least Springer's message is relieving. //Affirmative. I am with this Bambi Dinobot.//
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 6, 2009 16:32:45 GMT -5
Maybe she didn't need to explain why her speech patterns are abnormal to the fellow who also has abnormal speech patterns. Maybe.
Bambi replies cheerily, "Why you sorry? Me not sorry!" It may be a hard life, but it is her own, and she'll overcome it in her own way.
Still, that's weird. Why's he feeling sorry for her? Sure, it's not like she's assuming the Autobots are a monolithic culture. They're not all going to be stone cold jerks. However, there are certain trends within a culture, and sympathy is not something she expects from an Autobot, based on prior behaviour.
She adds with a toothy grin, "Me no know if Autobots like trucks, but me find out!" All cartoon scientists have a bit of mad scientist in them. It is a law. Bambi draws her warhammer but does not ignite it. Instead, she plants it into the ground, head down and haft up, so that she can grab it quick if someone decides to mess with her while she's poking at Jetfire. Speaking of that, Bambi pulls out a roll of tape, the kind that can be used to patch fuel lines, and she steps closer to Jetfire, to see if perhaps he has any leaking fuel lines that could use taping. Don't want him to pass out due to fuel loss. He looks a little woozy.
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Post by Duskwing on Jul 6, 2009 18:36:32 GMT -5
"I just had my slaggin' optic and half my head blown out--NO I CAN'T SLAGGIN' SEE OKAY!" Duskwing snarls as he wobbles, staggers and finally crawls into Blitzwing's cockpit. "Mist is got? 'kay."
Duskwing mutters something incoherent as he slumps in Blitzwing's cockpit and then adds "Hook is probably gonna turn me into spare parts for doin' dis again. Gonna frag that slagger next time I see him. Gonna--"
Whatever Duskwing was going to say gets cut off as his auto-repair systems force him offline; the remaining optic flickers and fades to darkness, though the vivid dark blue and purple of his fuselage and the soft hum of his systems attest to his continuing survival.
--- skippable
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Post by Springer on Jul 6, 2009 23:16:11 GMT -5
Once Blitzwing has transformed, and his two passengers are in, Springer leaps up in the air, landing and closing the the distance between himself and Jetfire and the Dinobot, fumbling the final landing and not-so-gracefully crashing and tumbling, landing in a heap with a heavy groan.
"Urgh. M'okay," he says so they don't worry. Hopefully. He rolls onto his back, and points at Jetfire. "I'm with him."
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Post by Blitzwing on Jul 7, 2009 4:26:32 GMT -5
As Blitzwing begins to take off using his antigravs, the terrain is to rough and there are far too many trees about for a traditional take off, he pauses just before rocketing off back to base.
"Springer, stay fit. Don't want to completely bulldoze you next time." Blitzing says before continuing on his way. Blitzwing had some respect for his own universes Springer, and finds himself growing some for this one too.
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OOC: And out of thread, taking Duskwing and Mistwind with him.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jul 8, 2009 17:34:18 GMT -5
"I- uh-" Jetfire is not quite sure what to say to Bambi. The little Dinobot is a little confusing, and a little worrying. Still, repairs would be nice. Very nice indeed. Lifting his hand from his side, he looks down at his stab wound, oil leaking out a little faster without pressure holding it in. Huh, he has never leaked oil like that before.
Oh hey, it is Springer all of a sudden! That was an impressive leap, even if it ended in a tumble. Raising a hand, he waves at his fellow Autobot, swaying slightly on his feet. "Hello Springer!"
He pauses for a few moments before a metaphorical light bulb flicks on in his head. "Oh! Would you be liking hand to help up?" He takes a moment to consider his hands, before finally offering Springer one that is not covered in oil. Definitely feeling a little fuzzy-headed now.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 8, 2009 19:13:06 GMT -5
Bambi hears something approaching via air and fast, and she whips her head around, reaching for her hammer -
- hnn. "It just falling Autobot?"
Bambi never touches the hammer. She looks down at Springer on the ground, and she tries to nudge the big Autobot with a foot curiously. Then, Bambi turns back to Jetfire, and she attempts to patch up some of his leaks, particularly that stab wound in his side, if he'll let her.
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Post by Springer on Jul 8, 2009 23:22:00 GMT -5
Springer groans, sitting up. "Yeah, just some falling Autobot." He raises an arm, waving off Jetfire's hand. "Thanks, but I'm gonna sit here a minute and cool off.
Once his face is in clear view, it's rather...smushed. He glances at Bambi, head tilting. "So you're the Dinobot that Optimus was talkin' about? Didn't know Dinobots could repair stuff."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jul 8, 2009 23:46:48 GMT -5
"Alright, Springe- ouch!" Jetfire pouts down at Bambi as she patches him up. "That hurts."
Oh well, at least he will stop leaking oil all over the ground. Oil is meant to go in and stay there, not leak out everywhere. He lets Bambi do what she will to his injuries without further complaint, eyeing them with a slight frown.
"I was not kicking much Decepticon skidplate this day," he laments, mostly to himself.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 9, 2009 12:04:02 GMT -5
Bambi squints at Springer suspiciously when he mentions that Optimus Prime mentioned her. What were the Autobots plotting, behind her back? Were they going to catch her, and smelt her, too? She shouldn't get too buddy-buddy with them.
She looks up and watches the Decepticons go. She'll have to listen to the sky and pay attention for the scent of jet exhaust. The Decepticons might be gone now, but they might come back and in greater number.
Bambi demands, "What him Optimus Prime say about me Bambi? Hmph. Dinobot can do whatever Dinobot put mind to." Dinobot. Singular. As if she's not part of a group. Or is not longer part of a group.
She looks briefly contrite when Jetfire says it hurts, but then she snorts, "Pain just weakness leaving body." Trucks never complain when they blow out an axle.
Leak, leaks, leaks. She goes after all the leaks she can find, first. Better than Jetfire not be bleeding. Predators are attracted by a trail of blood and the weakness of the prey said trail implies. Decepticons are predators, aren't they?
Once she's taped up all the leaks she can find, she'll go after the electrical systems and try to figure out where any of the cut wires need to be reconnected. Bambi suggests, not so helpfully, "Set Decepticons on fire more. Then it not matter if they kicked or not. Because they on fire, then."
She has no idea about Jetfire's worries about his fire powers getting out of hand.
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