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Post by Mirage on Jul 16, 2009 0:16:04 GMT -5
Semi-private. Occurs sometime between day 9 and day 15
Mirage has come to the opinion that Autobot Command, in general, are just cruel, sadistic, and out to break his delicate mind. That is the only reason the spy can think of for having been forced to partner up for a mission. And not only that, they forced him to partner up with Rattrap!
Oh, the indignity of it all!
"I give up," Mirage says. He has spent a very long time traveling in silence and trying to ignore both how the fur the rat has shed all over his interior is making him itch and how absolutely horrid Rattrap smells. "I simply cannot take it any longer. I am switching off my olfactory sensors."
"What did you do, roll about in the carcass of something dead right before we left?"
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 19, 2009 0:39:49 GMT -5
Rattrap snorts and tries to rearrange himself yet again to find a modicum of ease in his seating; you'd think of all the Maximals in the world, he could manage, but even Rattrap has his limits. For all the griping and glitching Mirage does about his passenger, he makes a lousy car. It's like he's built to be as big a prima donna pain in the butt as he can be.
That wouldn't surprise Rattrap at all.
"I only go the extra mile fer comfortable rides," he declares, examining his claws. With deliberate carelessness, he flicks out a tiny pebble that was caught under one, then peers out at the scenery. "But, ehh… I guess it could be worse. You could be slower."
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Post by Mirage on Jul 19, 2009 9:59:48 GMT -5
Mirage's engine coughs as Rattrop picks his toenails and flicks the matter about, as near an appropriation to a shudder as he can do in car mode. When he gets back, he is going to find Skyblast and Tracks and see if they will share clean up duty and maybe curl up in a big comfortable pile with him afterward.
"I'm not built to be comfortable for a passenger. I am built for speed, and that leaves little space for a rider. And we should be near enough to the Decepticon camp to require caution inside of a day."
And about that Mirage is torn. On the one hand, Mirage would like to check in with Punch, somehow, because if he can, well...that may make this whole trip easier all around. On the other hand, Mirage does not want the deep-cover spy to risk himself."
"So," he says after another short pause. "Do you have a plan?"
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 20, 2009 16:54:57 GMT -5
If Mirage didn't make mashing his buttons so easy, Rattrap wouldn't have nearly as much fun doing it. He'll get tired of it eventually, but for now, Mirage gets to be Rattrap's favourite bot to poke.
"I think I can avoid gettin' culture all over me for another day." The tip of his tail switches idly and he stretches, then folds his forelegs and laces his fingers behind his head. A little more work and he manages to cross one stubby leg over the other. "And it's hard ta plan when I've got nothin' ta go on," he adds with a shrug. "I didn't exactly get ta case the joint while I was there and if they ain't as stupid as I think they are, I can't get in the way I got out and they probably increased security. Stick wit' the basics I guess. Keep low, stay alert, don't get caught." Now he smirks wryly at the console, tone taking on that edge of almost friendly ribbing. "You can handle dat, right?"
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Post by Mirage on Jul 20, 2009 22:35:01 GMT -5
"Most certainly," Mirage sniffs, "I am a spy by function and build, after all."
Mirage considers their mission, the sighs. "But I do not hold out high hopes. If Ultra Magnus is Shockwave's he would be a liability to us. And if he isn't well...I would be surprised if he still functioned. It would be foolish of them to keep him alive past a day."
He doesn't like it. The spoken order was to get intel. The unspoken though...Mirage worries that if he relays news that command does not wish to hear, that skills other than his invisibility will be called into play.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 22, 2009 12:22:52 GMT -5
"Nevah underestimate the crazy of a bad guy," pronounces Rattrap in a long-suffering tone. "Especially when you don't know his motives." He'd never have guessed on his own why Tarantulas kept Cheetor stuck to a web. He kinda wishes he didn't know, because ew. Rattrap can't help an expressive little shudder of his own for the memory. He's done some gross things in his time, but he has his limits and they come well before a mech fluid fetish.
As for what happens if they find Ultra Magnus and the guy isn't a friendly, Rattrap doesn't see the issue. He'll be happy to take care of the problem, too, if it means putting the 'Cons at a disadvantage.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 22, 2009 13:54:22 GMT -5
Timeskip
True to his word, Mirage had brought them to the stripped town near the Decepticon base in less than a day's travel. The two are now focused on slipping about the buildings and- in Mirage's case- boggling a bit at the lack of active patrols. Oh, they've seen a few 'Con's here and there. But this has been easier than it should have been.*
Currently pressed against a wall, Mirage looks down at his tiny companion and murmurs. "Radio will be an iffy thing. Don't know what com experts they might have now. Split, or stay together?"
Mirage, of course, prefers splitting. It's easier to do this work on one's own.
*basing this on the fact that while it was being assumed that the 'Cons were doing such things as patrols and supply gathering, it wasn't IC'ly emphasized, and few people were IC'ly taking such routine jobs seriously.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 24, 2009 21:45:04 GMT -5
Still in beast mode, Rattrap tilts his head up and rolls his eyes dramatically at Mirage.
"I'm a big bot, figuratively speakin'," he mutters, "and you don't look like the type dat needs babysittin' all the time." Though he is a little antsy about the communications issue. Just a little. He wonders just how fancy Holi can get with frequency scrambling. The kid already managed that secure frequency for their division, after all. Come to think, actually…. "Don't radio more than we absolutely have to," Rattrap advises, though Mirage probably already gets that. "But we've got that channel our Boy Scout set up for us. Might not be much or it might be everything we need. It's gotta be worth a shot." And has the chance of being safer than just using personal frequencies. Who knows whether they have doubles running around?
And if Mirage agrees, he and Rattrap can part company and get to work.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 26, 2009 21:33:29 GMT -5
Mirage does agree!
He gives a sharp nod of acknowledgment and slips from cover, engaging his cloak as he does so. It would take a very skilled tracker to spot what little trail the spy leaves upon the ground.
And speaking of the ground, Mirage is studying it. There are many tracks here, though, and he lacks the proper time to puzzle them out.
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 27, 2009 23:29:52 GMT -5
Rather before Mirage can have studied the tracks for very long, the sound of something making new ones can be heard in the distance.
In the distance, but getting nearer.
Before very long at all, it should be obvious that a land vehicle is heading down the main road that leads through the town that Mirage and Rattrap both are. Specifically, a blue car, one that Mirage might find rather familiar.
Were it not for the Decepticon symbol on it.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 28, 2009 23:22:52 GMT -5
Rattrap's player says to consider him skippable. So I's a-skippin'!
Mirage looks up sharply at the sound of an engine, one that is coming closer by the second. He quickly darts into the relative shelter of a half-collapsed awning, watching the car approach.
It is a very familiar car.
But it's wearing the wrong symbol. At the moment. And Mirage imagines that, even if his suspicions are correct, the car will continue to wear that purple symbol. That's why it's called deep cover.
Still....information. He might have information.
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 2, 2009 23:39:41 GMT -5
As the blue car approaches the small town, it slows. Perhaps he saw some Autobot or some Maximal? But no, he's searching for someone, anyway, and there are more obstructions in the town. More things to hide behind, or inside of, or under. And so the vehicle now slows to a crawl as Counterpunch looks out carefully on either side. His sensors are not significantly better than anyone else's, but he's more observant than most, better able to make effective use of them, and now he's looking for signs of recent disturbance as he rolls forward, inch by inch, through the abandoned town.
Hmmm.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 4, 2009 12:01:08 GMT -5
Observant as Counterpunch is, he might just notice the faintest scuffs in the ground caused by Mirage's quick exit of the roadway.
The spy now, however, is leaving no trail as he tries to flank the car. Mirage is wondering how best to go about this. He neither wants to call too much attention to this encounter, nor risk exposing Punch- if this is he.
And if it is Punch, Mirage would also prefer not to hurt him.
Mirage deliberately bumps over a stack of containers. They clatter quite nicely.
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 4, 2009 12:42:47 GMT -5
The robot that springs up from the vehicle is not Punch, of course, but Counterpunch. The physical difference is obvious. The mental differences are... a complex matter.
He pivots towards the clattering containers, gun - and it is even a different gun than the one Punch uses - in hand. He lifts his weapon and shouts, angrily, growl underwriting his voice, "You've got three seconds to show yourself, or I assume you're a slag-sucking Auto and open fire!"
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Post by Mirage on Aug 4, 2009 14:39:10 GMT -5
There is a rather derisive snort over a very, very limited general band.
//Really what is it with you lot? Why must you always assume everyone has as poor a taste as yourselves?//
Counterpunch should recognize that oh-so-cultured voice.
Mirage uses that three seconds to dart away from the containers and into an ally. He needs to cycle his cloak.
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