Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on May 29, 2009 23:42:29 GMT -5
"It's about time you showed up," Rattrap grumbles at Firebolt after she's done with the intros. It isn't that he wants to get this show on the road. He just wants it done with as quickly and painlessly as possible because that way, it's less time in the hot seat for him. "Now, we got one more thing to settle before we get goin'," he adds after the datapad vanishes to Matrix knows where. "I, eh…." Oh, the humiliation. "I can't exactly truck along wit' da rest of you. It's these short legs and all." And he doesn't run footraces with cars. "Somebody's gonna have to gimme a lift. 'Course, if ya don't, I'll figure somethin' out." Like sitting back here and directing by radio. He can do that.
Except for the part where he can't without getting an earful from somebody. Rattrap heaves a long-suffering sigh, then sort of shrugs at Boondocker and Wedge. Pre-damaged property is just easier to break down than anything still whole and Rattrap is lazy.
OOC: Sorry for the delays, folks. Also, we've got five people now, so we're on 24-hour timeout rules. Don't be afraid to skip me if I time out, either. Whoever ends up transporting Rattrap, feel free to pose him loading up so we can get a move-on.
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Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on Jun 1, 2009 17:24:42 GMT -5
Well, he needs a lift? Boondocker can totally do that.
He stands back up, only to collapse into transformation, swinging a door open. "I kin give ya lift. Up front or in th' back, whichever one suits ya better. Don't worry 'bout scratchin' anything up. I ain't gotta look pretty fer nobody on this rock."
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Jun 2, 2009 20:11:46 GMT -5
"I got LOST," Firebolt said dejectedly as she scuffed at the ground, getting called out. She stares over at Rattrap, still not rather liking the little bugger for the fact that rats are well. Bad as far as she knows. Her ponytails flatten against her head for a moment before she shrugs it off, beaming at Wedge and Skid-Z.
"And no, you can't ride with me. I am a precise instrument of speed and aerodynamics," she says, striking a pose and then pointing towards... Nothing. "Lead the way, somebody, because I'm sure you have a plan."
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Jun 3, 2009 9:55:54 GMT -5
Wedge is about to volunteer himself when Boondocker beats him to the punch. Ah well, he shrugs and gives the truck-former a small grin.
"Well, you're here now, so that's good," Wedge tries to assure Firebolt with a slight pat on the shoulder. He's a little leery about her staring at Rattrap and the flattening of satellites against her head that accompanied that action. Is there something wrong? Worries disappear and Wedge beams back at Firebolt before stepping away and transforming. Only to wince again at her following words. "Firebolt, Rattrap is one of your superior officers. Please be more respectful." Plus, he's a pretty nice (if weird) guy.
"We're ready when you are, Rattrap, sir!"
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Jun 3, 2009 19:14:36 GMT -5
Blank stare. Blank. What did she just say? Er.... just get yourself ready... Skid-Z steps out and flips into his grand prix legend car adoption, "Ready to roll". Engines roar to life, but not enough to be noisy.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jun 4, 2009 10:43:43 GMT -5
Rattrap just gives Firebolt the same utterly unimpressed look he used to give Cheetor, brows low, corners of his mouth drawn down. He gives Wedge the universal 'I got this' hand wave while he's at it.
"If you're a precise instrument of anything other than makin' the least sense possible," he ventures, staring flatly at Firebolt with his head tilted all the way back, "then I'm last deca-cycle's Miss Cybertropolis. And next time, try not to get lost in a radio-dead cell…?" His tone says suggestion, but his optics say firm advice. Then he turns and hops into Boondocker's bed, leaning against the back of the cab. He'll be switching over to Wedge as fast as he can leap from vehicle to vehicle if Boondocker starts playing that music again. He tends to get around like that. "Thanks," he says, smacking Boondocker's roof in that macho-friendly way he used to hate because it always knocked him over. "Keep yer sensors sharp 'cause we're headed into the city and I dunno about the rest of you, but I ain't lookin' forward to any ambushes."
Oh, wait. He should probably make this thing official, shouldn't he?
"Ehh… move out," he declares, pointing roughly in the city's direction.
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Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on Jun 5, 2009 18:36:46 GMT -5
Boondocker winces inwardly at the sliiightly awkward exchange.
This would be the point where he'd back slightly into the background if he was in robot mode, but he's stuck in the middle of it.
Then he's smacked on the roof, and he lets out a bit of an "oof".
"Movin' out!" he pips when Rattrap gives the order, rolling off in the direction in the city.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Jun 6, 2009 11:57:25 GMT -5
"Nobody has a sense of humor," she mutters quietly as she puts her hands behind her head and looks around. She looks over at Wedge in an apologetic sort of way, rather listening to him than a mean ol' guy. "M'kay," she says, muttering something about rather having Wedge lead.
"I haven't scavenged around here," she says to nobody in particular as she makes a good note of the spot. "Maybe there's swag to be had."
She drops down into her alt mode, and tries to think of something to say but... Her small visual self on the screen in her dash shrugs, deciding to keep quiet, and she just edges forward, ready to go.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Jun 9, 2009 7:58:42 GMT -5
I suppose Wedge is to be skipped? ----------------------------- "Right!"
Skid-Z follows suit, well passing the slower vehicles before realising he does not need to hit the gas, 'oh... wait a minute'
Slowing down, he drops back, fidgeting just a bit.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Jun 9, 2009 20:53:20 GMT -5
OOC: Ack! I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about Wedge's post. Sorry for all the trouble! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wedge is conflicted between feeling grateful for Rattrap's taking over or feeling he's been 'kidded down'. The buildbot decides to go with the former and if anyone has visual radio, they'd see Wedge's sheepish but relieved grin. He doesn't quite hear Firebolt's words over the rattle-roar of his engine, but he does catch her apologetic look and his radio visual flicks an 'it'll be okay' thumbs-up. She did send one to Rattrap right?
"Alright! Ready to roll!"
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jun 9, 2009 21:49:20 GMT -5
Hey, it'd make Rattrap's day if Wedge wants to take command, but he can't just ask the kid. It's part of why he hates being given stuff like this. Begging somebody else to take over makes you look incompetent and while Rattrap doesn't mind being taken for many things, incompetent isn't one of them.
"Well, we ain't scavengin' here," he explains, oblivious to the pretty pictures on the radio. A solid bump digs the edge of the cab into his middle and he makes a noise that sounds a lot like hrk. Better that than a squeak. "Further into the city." His gaze drifts over this little squad, then pauses on Skid-Z. Antsy guy. "Hey. Hey, Skid-Z!" He's so used to dealing with other folks in animal skins that he halfway expects Skid-Z to turn and look at him. Cars don't work that way, though. "How's about you scout on ahead for us?" suggests Rattrap. Put that need for speed to good use. "Stay in contact."
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Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on Jun 10, 2009 2:06:05 GMT -5
Darn kids an' their fancy-pants vidya-gamesradios!
Boondocker rumbles along at a fairly decent pace. Trying not to go too fast for Rattrap, and not too slow for the racer and the sports car, though the racer shows him up a bit right out of the gate. However, Rattrap orders him to scout on, so that's good. Kinda stinks to lead the pace and be one of the slowest. Ah well.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Jun 10, 2009 18:37:49 GMT -5
"Oh...." Another dejected sound. This area looked so good for looting! At least she made a note of the location for later. That dejected feeling, however, goes away as Wedge gives her that cheerful thumbs up.
Firebolt nearly squees, as she blasts her engine. She is obviously not as fast as Skid-Z, but she's fast enough to feel good as she drives just ahead of the group. Music blares from her stereo system, showing how happy that little gesture made her happy.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Jun 12, 2009 23:39:06 GMT -5
A sweatdrop and a little cloud of breath shows his embarrassment. Yikes. Then Rattrap actually orders him to go out front, and Skid-Z has to be carefull not to leap in joy. Pedal to the metal time! "Ah! Immediately, Rattrap!"
The car increases speed untill next to Firebolt; he notices the music and hesitates. She's a fast car too, albeit a bit loud then, "Firebolt, do you do recon as well? Perhaps you should ask Rattrap..." Not awaiting the outcome, he begins accelerating and pulls away from the group. But not at full speed so he can be caught up with.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Jun 14, 2009 0:36:02 GMT -5
Wedge colors slightly (something that would look a bit like dashed red lines scribbled across his chassis if the animators get it right) both in confusion and embarrassment as Firebolt makes a rather--well--odd sound. He really has no idea of what caused it, but it's rather, er, interesting.
Ah yes, back to that whole problem of fast verses slow. Wedge can feel his treads practically burning with a bit of envy at the zippy edge that the wheels give the bots around him. Hey, but it's not as if this bulldozer can't go fast. Oh no. Wedge pours in some more energy and his vehicle mode noticeably speeds up, bits of ground starting to churn up at the bite of his treads. It's going to be quite the racket when he hits metal road...ready for some company Boondocker?
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