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Post by Needlenose on May 3, 2009 17:42:45 GMT -5
Day 14.
As it turned out, Needlenose did end up having to carry his own stuff.
He approaches the field where so many arrived for their first time, that long field of grass, and, before they land, comes in for an attack run! He flies low over the grass, weapons ready to fire... only to find nothing worth firing on. He pulls up, circles back around, makes another run, and then pulls up again.
Finally, he sighs.
"Bah," he complains. "No one to kill."
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Post by Spinister on May 3, 2009 20:50:14 GMT -5
"They're already dead," Spinister observes, voice low and dark. There is a pile of corpses below, and Hairsplitter's keen eyes have spotted... have spotted a flash of pink. Spinister slows, and he begins a descent.
He wonders if he can get away with just blowing up the whole area and blaming a twitchy Nebulan's trigger finger. If that's his own body down there, Needlenose is one of the last people Spinister wants pawing his corpse.
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Post by Needlenose on May 4, 2009 23:01:42 GMT -5
"Oh, great. First there's no one to kill, now you point out that someone else got to have fun and I didn't," Needlenose shoots back, also coming in for a landing. He touches down as a jet, not because he has to any more (thanks to the anti-gravs), but because it makes it easier on his Nebulans. As he waits for them to dismount, he actually looks at what he's landed near.
"What th- wait a minute... is that... but you're..."
Taken a bit off-guard, it would seem.
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Post by Spinister on May 5, 2009 12:43:15 GMT -5
Needlenose landing removes Spinister's chance of just blowing up the pile of corpses and calling it good. Silently, the helicopter lands, and Hairsplitter and Singe file out.
Spinister rises into his robot to get a better look at the pile corpses... especially that pink, purple, and aqua helicopter. Hmm. There are lurid pink paint tampos down the tailboom, in some language. Spinister's never been one for 'tattoos', so he comments, "Either future or alternate."
He seems remarkably unbothered, as if encouraging Needlenose to also be unbothered by his example. Now, who are these other stiffs?
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Post by Needlenose on May 5, 2009 22:26:54 GMT -5
Needlenose is still bothered. Whoops!
"Tattoos?" he asks, wondering, as he kneels next to the dead Spinister. He looks up at the live one, then back down, his antennae laying back against his head. "Oh, dear! I hope it's not future. Well! I shall have to keep in mind never to advise you to wear such decorations, no matter how faaaaabulous I think it would look!"
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Post by Spinister on May 6, 2009 7:02:20 GMT -5
Spiniser pauses for a moment, accesses his translation software, and he realises what the tattoos say.
Japanese for 'Spinister'.
He looks over at one of the other bodies, instead, a melted little scorpion-thing, and then over at a pointy red jet, more his size. Spinister asks, "Any idea who these are?"
Spinister does not want to be taking about his dead body, okay? Even if it is better looking than he is, apparently. And folks said Spinister was the necrophile.
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Post by Needlenose on May 6, 2009 22:21:13 GMT -5
Needlenose doesn't want to do the dead Spinister! He's got a live Spinister for snuggles!
He just thinks the dead one has a better fashion sense. That's all.
He looks up at the bodies Spinister had indicated and shakes his head. "Don't recognize them, but... is that one..." he points at the scorpion-thing, "That a Predacon?" As he speaks, he withdraws a smallish tool kit. Apparently he intends to open up the dead Spinister!
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Post by Spinister on May 7, 2009 14:10:58 GMT -5
Spinister looks over the scorpion think, which seems to have a sort charred syn-flesh covering that's been mostly scorched off, and he tilts his head to he side, muttering, "Think so."
Spinister looks away as Needlenose gets out the toolkit. He has a perfect poker face, and even if he didn't, he has a facemask. Needlenose will never, ever see just how stricken Spinister is feeling.
Is that his future, or just an alternate? Does it contain the cloaking technology he developed? Is there any sane excuse he can come up with for why Needlenose shouldn't dissect his corpse? Could Needlenose even see the cloaking technology if he did a full dissection? Is the cloaking technology damaged enough that it won't make sense as what it is?
Or.
No, he's not ready for that yet. So Spinister asks, voicing a question of his Nebulans, "Any sign of his partners?"
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Post by Needlenose on May 7, 2009 22:53:04 GMT -5
Needlenose, as it so happens, is not looking for clocking technology. He's looking for big, obvious things... like laser cores or brain modules or chronometer units. For that matter, he's not doing it to molest Spinister's dead body - he's trying to get a hint as to whether the dead Spinister in front of him is a possible future.
The fashion designer is just about to open dead Spinister's chest when the live one asks a question. He looks up, blinking for a moment, then looks around, frowning, before shaking his head.
"No... don't see any hint of them, Spinister." Then he moves to start opening the chest again, absently adding, "You might want to look away for this."
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Post by Spinister on May 8, 2009 5:08:17 GMT -5
The time stamp on the dead Spinister will read November 12, 2003.
Possible future?
Spinister stubbornly turns around and stares right at Needlenose's work, as if trying to make Needlenose feel self-conscious about his work. He points out lowly, "I've seen death."
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Post by Needlenose on May 8, 2009 20:42:30 GMT -5
Needlenose checks the timestamp and reports the date. Nothing conclusive there. But when he digs further into the chest, he finds something that makes matters very clear indeed. He leans back, since Spinister is watching what he's doing anyway, and gestures towards the inside of the other body.
"Spark chamber." His antennae perk up and he claps Spinister on the shoulder companionably.
"Definitely not you!"
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Post by Spinister on May 8, 2009 21:07:52 GMT -5
Spinister is so very relieved, for all the wrong reasons, and Needlenose will never see that, either.
He does lean into the clap on his shoulder and tries to slip an arm around Needlenose's waist. Shockwave might be able to identify the corpse, if it has a spark chamber, but Spinister doesn't want Shockwave poking around his dead body, even an alternate.
Spinister tries to make sense of the cause of death. Looks like... crushing? What was he even doing, then?
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Post by Needlenose on May 9, 2009 23:45:10 GMT -5
As Spinister reaches his arm around Needlenose's waist, Needlenose happily leans into him, his antennae perking up. He starts to lean over to nuzzle Spinister, then it occurs to him that they are over the body of a dead Spinister, which might be viewed as something of a mood killer. So then he leans back.
"Well, I suppose we can still use him for spare parts..." he notes, then tilts his head. "Though he is in pretty rough state..."
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Post by Spinister on May 10, 2009 7:56:46 GMT -5
Spinister, so inept at social relations, that he is his own game-killer. Even when dead. This level of incompetence is astounding, really.
Luckily, Spinister is really good at other things! Like killing things.
Maybe killing is just a running theme with him.
Spinister suggests, just maybe a bit too brightly for it to quite sound normal, coming from him, "We could set him on fire." he then amends, "Singe could use some exercise."
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Post by Needlenose on May 10, 2009 18:42:56 GMT -5
Needlenose opens his eyes wide in reaction to Spinister's suggestion. "Si-fi-what?" he exclaims, startled. He continues to stare at Spinister for a moment longer, then his antennae droop.
"But... but... this is probably the best source of compatible parts we'll be able to find for you! That's kinda wasteful, isn't it?"
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