Perceptor-3
Rookie
Curiosity killed... everyone else. After a lengthy examination, of course.
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Mar 2, 2008 23:01:37 GMT -5
Oh no, Duskwing. Nothing at all like those "lazy slaggers" back home who don't bother turning things off that aren't their way. This Perceptor wouldn't bother turning off pain sensors that were in his way.
It's more entertaining that way, and much more informative.
Perceptor barely spares the Seeker a glance as he tweaks Duskwing's vocal processor. No more static. Well, not audible static, although too many words strung together at once should prove interesting, as the electrical impulses collect in redundant circuits until it finally discharges in a painful spark. That should curb unnecessary vocalizations without eliminating a potential source of information.
As limited as it may be.
"Decepticon. You've been skillfully repaired in the past. Whose scalpel has maintained your systems?"
Raw stock collected from his lab - what remains after Oracle's repairs - is folded and shaped, welded and twisted into a serviceable wing, braced by shaped spars which not so incidentally impinge upon the hydraulics, cables, and wires which lead to the Seeker's control surfaces, but only at full extension. Won't that be an interesting surprise?
ooc: abuse of Duskwing's repairs done with permission.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 3, 2008 0:04:43 GMT -5
Fine. Don't answer Duskwing's question. He doesn't like you anyhow. The red bot just opened up his throat and worked on his vocalizer without saying a word, and after all that fiddling was done, he asked a question.
"Decepticon. You've been skillfully repaired in the past. Whose scalpel has maintained your systems?"
"Huh?" What did he mean by that? No one had to fix him up here yet. Did he mean back on Cybertron?
"Whaddaya wanna know dat for?" Duskwing glowered suspiciously with his one functional optic.
--Hey, his voice worked! Only it felt funny. Something wasn't quite right; it sort of itched. Slagger probably screwed up the fix. As a medic, this red bot was a real loser. Probably Primeatron there couldn't get anyone competent to work for him since he was such a fragging nutjob.
Like he was going to complain to an Autobot about it! Hey, didn't that gray jet-bimbo say something about a truce and them returning him to the Decepticons? Like he believed anything these guys said. They were enemies. Probably wanted him to let down his guard and let slip some secrets.
Duskwing pondered that a bit. He didn't actually know any secrets that he could think of, except his own personal ones. Maybe he could make up some--
Duskwing hissed involuntarily as Perceptor pulled and cut some shredded wing and started welding on new struts--without having turned off his sensors! It felt like someone was taking a laser to his wings--which, in fact, he was.
"Slagging sump-oil guzzler! Where'd they teach you ta weld wings, in archi-archi- civic building schoo---ARRGGH!" The accumulated static charge in the chunk of Duskwing's vocalizer circuits Perceptor had rewired into a capacitor suddenly and painfully discharged.
The itchiness in his vocalizer was gone. "You organic-fucking, self-taught, jackleg hack-jobber! Can't even do a simple wiring job right! Bet--" The itchiness was back... and getting worse with every word. Duskwing fell silent in mid-sentence, trying to puzzle this thing out.
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Oracle-3
Cadet
It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
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Post by Oracle-3 on Mar 3, 2008 0:35:59 GMT -5
Well at least this was amusing to watch. She hadn't a clue what Perceptor had been doing with Duskwing's vocalizer until it zapped him, but she had to admit that was a novel way to shut him up or at least quiet him down. Hopefully it would cut down on the pointless if mildly entertaining cursing in favor of more useful things.
She wasn't going to count on it though.
"You swear creatively, but you don't say much of use do you Decepticon."
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Mar 3, 2008 23:55:17 GMT -5
Bumblebee pondered some wimpy version of himself. No, no chance. If such an impostor existed, he would be eliminated. Or, perhaps, he'd find out just how to store a spark in a toy car and begin a collection..
Or at least he would be pondering this if that damn mobster wannabe didn't keep on piping up. Bumblebee does so well to be a loyal soldier and not kill anyone that Rodimus doesn't want him to. And most of the time, he's fine. But between the length of the trip and the idiotic banter of his two travel buddies, Bumblebee's getting so ticked off that he can't shut up about it any longer.
A strained vocalizer addresses Nightbeat. "You trying convincing us with that big talk," He shifts gear and begins to accelerate over the bump that Rodimus just went over, "or yourself?"
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Pee-Dee-3
Cadet
"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Mar 4, 2008 13:34:33 GMT -5
Private to Nightbeat: //That guy needs to have a fatal accident. Maybe resist arrest.//
Pee-Dee is accommodating of a lot of antisocial behavior. As long as a mech pays the Junkion her cut and didn't interfere with the people she's got under her protection, they could be Sweeney Todd or Jack the Ripper.
There were only a few little exceptions to that. Rodimus Prime and Wreck-Gar. People who made her angry. People who made the mistake of actually hurting her.
Bumblebee fell into category two. She knew he wouldn't mind falling into category three.
"But you have two hands, Rodimus."
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Nightbeat-3
Cadet
Going to make you an offer you can't refuse.
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Mar 4, 2008 19:01:52 GMT -5
Gangster or detective, Nightbeats enjoy the sound of their own voice.
Privately, to Pee-Dee: //You do that, Doll. And I'll hide the body.//
"Don't start somethin' you can't finish, goldy," he snaps back at Bumblebee.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Mar 4, 2008 20:46:53 GMT -5
"Save it for the Decepticons," Rodimus Prime rumbles out, voice low, though there's a note of almost... disinterest to his voice. An Autobot who can't take care of himself isn't worthy of the symbol, after all. "Or better yet, our alternates."
"And yes." You can hear the smug smile in his voice. "I do have two hands."
He falls into silent contemplation for the rest of the ride, not bothering to take the path any gentler than he must - they do have to accomplish some repairs, after all.
Eventually, they come in view of the meeting place that Starscream designated. "Look sharp," Rodimus orders softly as the group catches their first glimpses of their meeting location.
OOC: To be continued in the actual meeting thread, which will be started later by Starscream.
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