Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 16, 2008 18:14:59 GMT -5
"Watch the paint," Counterpunch all but growls as his armor is removed. Indeed, Counterpunch removes sections of it himself. Anything to get this going faster. "They haven't matched my blue properly yet."
Of course, what Counterpunch does not say out loud is that there are some segments of his paint which cannot be properly touched up here. It's really best not to advertise the fact that he has vanishing sigils and such.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 17, 2008 1:06:53 GMT -5
Duskwing turned slowly and limped over to the quarantine tent. Now that he was away from Rodimus-3, the near-berserk rage and hatred that had sustained him ebbed away, leaving pain and weariness and a certain vague bewilderment. How could that bootleg have messed all his repairs up this much? And what did Shockwave mean about it being intentional? If they'd wanted him broken, the red bot could have just not fixed him. It didn't make sense.
He sat heavily, taking the weight off his aching leg. It didn't help much; the rest of his body felt ill-made, like some low-bid factory rush job that had been left to corrode in a warehouse for a few thousand years. Joints grated that had once been flawless and smooth; cables bound and caught where they should have slid cleanly; fuel lines pinched and crimped; motor circuits hissed with crosstalk from bad insulation; seams didn't quite fit together.
Duskwing's hands, still their original light gray and working well, clenched and unclenched into fists. Hook... Hook would fix it. He had to fix it. Duskwing clung to that.
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Shortround
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Breaker of the Fourth Wall
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Post by Shortround on Mar 17, 2008 2:02:34 GMT -5
Shortround glanced up from his miniature Hellbender and stared at Duskwing.
Ouch.
Putting the mining worm down for a moment, he took a cautionary glance towards the spare supplies he had collected earlier, getting the feeling he'd have to be doing a lot of scavenging by the end of this ordeal.
He sighed. While Shortround was far from the most depressing Decepticon, some days he had to say that Dead End might have it all right. Especially when Autobots are involved.
Shortround then returned to staying out of the way and painting, hoping that no one would need him for a while.
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Post by Hook on Mar 18, 2008 22:32:32 GMT -5
There is something calming about all the people bustling around Medical. The fact that this is bustling without five other green-and-purple mechs trying to trip him up is refreshingly pleasing.
As soon as he steps inside the quarantine tent behind Duskwing, Hook turns to seal it shut. The material squeaks as he presses it between his hands to remove even the minutest of air-bubbles. Thick drapes of the material curl inward on the floor, and the Constructicon takes a few minutes to assure himself that they are properly sealed to the floor before finally turning to the Seeker.
"Lie down and describe what happened to you, as well as any pains you feel." Assuming the Seeker complies with at least lying down, Hook selects a file from his toolbox and deftly begins popping open Duskwing's chest armor so he can get a look inside.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on Mar 20, 2008 19:28:14 GMT -5
All the big 'cons are busy with their stuff, it seems. Unless he's needed for something, Scourge is quite happy to stay off in his corner. If Hook wanted him to check for anything from his own era that Hook's sensors might not pick up, he'd be ready. Until then, he's working.
OOC: I'm going to make him skippable, as I don't really have material for posts. Of course, that could change by next time I'd be up. XD
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Ratbat
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I would have gotten away with it too, if not for those meddling kids!
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Post by Ratbat on Mar 20, 2008 20:55:27 GMT -5
Ratbat will continue to observe and make notes, while also continuing with his review of the supplies. Things are looking a little bit better, now that they don't have the minor thefts, but there are still too many of them for their current energon supplies to support for much longer.
They need to do something about this. Muttering something about inefficiency, he opens up another data file and begins to draft plans for furthering their resources.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 20, 2008 21:32:48 GMT -5
"Sorry," Starfighter mutters, his head turning to watch Duskwing go into the quarantine tent and hoping he'd set it up properly. "Hook told you what to do, right?"
Not that Counterpunch needs to do much, but Starfighter feels better giving orders when the other person knows who they're really coming from. He reaches up on tiptoe and pulls down the overhead scanner.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 20, 2008 22:25:53 GMT -5
Counterpunch grunts in exasperation. "He said stretch my legs out in front of me and tell him about unusual design elements," the spy growls out, voice thick and rough with irritation. "You were here. You heard him."
"M'getting scanned," he snaps, continuing to assist in the removal of his own armor. "That's what I know."
He shows no reaction to the comings and goings in medical, but this is not the same as saying he is unaware of them. Not the same at all. In fact, he is listening quite carefully to the conversation going on inside the quarantine tent, though he gives no outward hint of his interest.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 21, 2008 19:52:59 GMT -5
Duskwing meekly obeyed Hook and laid down on the table, wincing slightly. He gave Hook a dismayed look at the instruction to tell him what happened, one side of his face lagging milliseconds behind the other.
"Me and Needlenose was patrolling out west 'long the coast and we saw the empty city over dere on fire. Dat were odd, so we went to take a look--*KRRRK*--" Duskwing broke off, shuddering as the short sparked painfully through his vocalizer.
"Vocalizer's messed up," he rasped in a staticky voice.
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Shortround
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Post by Shortround on Mar 21, 2008 22:56:56 GMT -5
As normal, Shortround was thinking about something and how it related to his toys.
Namely, if they were allied with Autobots, that could mean that they would be able to go around the town. And if they were able to go around the town...
Shortround had been in the habit of changing where he stored his toys about once a week now, in the hope that Screwdriver wouldn't find them. However, he was pondering moving back to his old warehouse, mainly because it was big and spacious, unlike the random houses Shortround had been using ever since.
He made a note to check it out tomorrow, before any Autobots find it and use it for some sort of base or something. Surely they wouldn't attack it if he said it was where he kept supplies, right?... Right?
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Post by Hook on Mar 22, 2008 22:55:49 GMT -5
Hook is not sure how 'describe what happened to you' in this context got translated into 'give me a detailed briefing'.
Oh, wait, this was Duskwing.
As the Seeker's chest is popped open, Hook looks rather impressed. Quite the creative torture-job; he would have to remember some of these details.
However, this all would need to be undone. So while it was quite excellent, he needed to shove whoever did this under an industrial smasher. Preferably sooner rather than later.
First thing is first, though. That vocoder needs to be fixed so Hook can get feedback on the rest of the damages. The file goes neatly into the base of Duskwing's throat and pops the armor there to split in two and fall open.
The file is discarded, and Hook clamps a few wires out of the way before starting to work on the vocoder.
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Vocalizer problem should be fixed by Duskwing's post.
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Ratbat
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I would have gotten away with it too, if not for those meddling kids!
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Post by Ratbat on Mar 22, 2008 23:54:17 GMT -5
The main problem with energy is, as always, one of transportation. You had to be able to get it from its point of origin to you, with a minimal amount of energy lost in the transference process. This was rarely easy and the overheads were sometimes difficult to manage.
On the other hand, this was a natural planet, much like Earth, and thus presented opportunities that Cybertron did not. Ratbat had studied the various human methods of energy production and, while he found them inefficient overall, did know how to steal the gem of an idea.
Already, he's begun creating designs for further solar and wind energy collectors.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 23, 2008 0:08:32 GMT -5
"Yes. You're getting scanned," Starfighter repeats helpfully, flicking the overhead scanner on and beginning the process of looking through his innards. He can't help looking at the tent every once in a while, wondering what's going on back there.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 23, 2008 12:59:18 GMT -5
Counterpunch, armor off, lies back on the medical bed and glares up at Starfighter while the scanner does its work. "'Yes, you're getting scanned,'" he repeats back mockingly, and then snaps, irritated, "That's what I just said! What the smelt! Did they stick a petro-parrot's processor in a Seeker body and then put it on medical duty or something?"
You'd think, for someone in such a vulnerable position, he'd be a little less antagonistic, but apparently not.
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 23, 2008 18:38:34 GMT -5
Duskwing waited patiently for Hook to finish with his vocalizer.
"Anyway," he said, tensing slightly, "the Autobot jets came up and started shooting. Dat Skyblast goon was all over me wit' some kinda electr--electr--lighting-gun--Hey! My vocalizer doesn't get all itchy now when I'm talking! You fix dat? It ain't gonna shock me no more?" Duskwing looked hopeful.
"He shot me up some--dat's the burns and the chunk outta my tailfin--and Needlenose called the retreat, so we tried to vamoose--" Duskwing scowled.
"Only Needlenose was having trouble getting clear, so I tried to draw 'em off. It worked!" he said proudly.
"Slingshot tore my wings up bad with dat cannon of his. It fires some kinda big explosive shells. I got some good hits in, but youse wants to know about my hits, not his, 'cause you ain't fixin' him, youse fixin' me," Duskwing said brightly.
"I couldn't fly so good by then--oh yeah, I forgot ta mention, Skyblast got in close and took out my right engine wit' some kinda energy spear. So I was down to one engine, and had a wing tore in half, and the other hit, and my rudder messed up--I transformed, see...." Duskwing gave Hook a puzzled frown. "Now what was happening then? I think I was grappling one of them to mess him up and keep him from using his knives. Somewhere in all dat I took a hit when I was too low and lost balance--I was hovering on only one engine, see--and crashed. I figure that's where a bunch of stuff got bent up. Only I got knocked offline by the crash, so I dunno."
Duskwing gave Hook another slightly puzzled look, and stopped talking momentarily.
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