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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jun 19, 2011 21:17:41 GMT -5
A door slides open to admit Mayday and he hurries to his station, hunched in on himself as though making himself appear smaller will somehow make himself invisible. He hopes that he can get to his seat and jack in before anyone notices he's here, sinking into the comfort of the ship's systems.
He throws a wrench into his own plan, however, when his gaze drifts to the viewscreen and he jerks to a halt with a strangled whimper.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 20, 2011 12:48:08 GMT -5
Rodimus's lips pull down into a grim frown. "Believe me, Arcee, I don't like it either." He never liked ordering Autobots to their potential deaths. He sometimes has to do it, anyway.
He points to one of the terminals. "The gravitational and magnetic fields in this area are pretty unusual. I'm not sure we can get the Event Horizon through without getting that thing moved - not without a lot of backtracking to go around, anyway, and that just leaves this thing to be found by someone else." Rodimus needs to be sure there aren't any prisoners on the strange vessel first, but he's already been considering the possibility that it may be best if they destroy it.
Rodimus doesn't look up at the whimper that comes from behind him, though he does call out jovily, "Hey, Mayday! Welcome to the party! You up to speed?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jun 21, 2011 0:14:23 GMT -5
Arcee just nods as Rodimus mentions that they might not be able o just pack it in and go. She'd been worried about that possibility herself, but really wanted someone else to confirm it. She doesn't even look up when Mayday enters, busy as she is on trying to get some more detailed images of the derelict ship. When she finally does succeed, she stares in dumbfounded horror at the viewscreen. "Dear god... Rodimus that... that...." She can't even finish what she's thinking. OOC: Going to be lazy and ref the description from the Scenemod post in The Outsiders
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jun 23, 2011 18:44:20 GMT -5
Mayday quickly slaps his hands over his face shield as Arcee brings up more detailed images of the strange ship, trying to unlock his shaking legs from what he did catch a glimpse of. He finally manages to whimper out to Rodimus, "Uh... creepy ship... blocking our way?"
Shutting off his optics, he manages to fumble his way over to his seat and straps in, waiting for the connector to snake down from the ceiling to plug into his head. He can view the derelict through the ship's various sensors, but there's no way he's touching that visual feed, not unless they want him to turn into a quivering ball of completely useless pilot.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 23, 2011 22:07:33 GMT -5
"Yes, Mayday, blocking our way," Rodimus mutters, wondering how many times he'll have to repeat that. He looks up at the viewscreen and only nods grimly at Arcee's shock. It's shocking, but the lack of familiar faces makes it easier to deal with. Then he sets his jaw and grits his teeth as he gets reports of the violence breaking out on the other ship.
"Mayday, be ready to move. They're liable to attempt a ram any second."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jun 30, 2011 22:50:48 GMT -5
OOC: I completely forgot about this thread. Smack me next time. However, I am not sure there is much to do here at the moment?
Arcee pushes back from the controls as Mayday settles in. This is his element. She'll not much about with it. She shoots a look toward Rodimus, a look tinged heavily with worry. Springer is over there. The Wrecker leader may not be interested in her like... well. Like she'd like. But she worries over him just the same. She wonders if Rodimus worries about him, too.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 3, 2011 10:34:48 GMT -5
It takes Mayday awhile to respond to Rodimus, sorting out his own minute functions from the much more expansive ones of the ship. "Y-yes. Uh, sir."
After a moment, he adds, "There's, um, lots of smaller things- uh! Ships? Things. Coming off the big ship. Should we... shoot them?"
OOC: Referencing The Outsiders.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 3, 2011 19:54:33 GMT -5
Rodimus checks, double-checks, and triple-checks readings. He can see the external fight, but the radios have been extremely quiet, and he is not good at patience when his people are in danger. He nods. "Fire at will. Target anyone attacking one of ours," he commands.
OOC: Leaving the actual attacking to Mayday. Mayday, when you fire, can you post a 'skippable' post in Outsiders saying as much?
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jul 8, 2011 23:44:26 GMT -5
"Gotcha Roddy," Arcee says, hopping out of her seat with much more urgency than her player's slow posting rate would indicate.
Once through the door, she transforms and races down to the shuttle bay.
Out of thread
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 10, 2011 8:11:15 GMT -5
Rodimus doesn't need to do any piloting any more, not with Mayday at the helm. While he mostly stays in his seat, anyway, ready to help where he's needed (even if he isn't), he occasionally throws himself out of it to pace back and forth, frustrated to be here on board the Event Horizon while the Elite Guard and the Wreckers are in danger... even dying... on that other vessel.
When the report of Sentinel's death comes, he shutters his optics, but forces himself to remember that he's not alone, and worse, he's being witnessed by an unusually high strung Autobot. No time for emotional displays here and now.
Should have been there.
He unshutters his optics and waits for the other reports, directing over the radio as necessary, right up until the end, until he gets word that the ship's been destroyed, and that everyone's been recovered by the shuttles and by fliers.
Well.
Not everyone.
He glances over the sensor readings, optics narrowed. Then he shakes his head.
They won't be able to search the wreckage for survivors. Not without risking the searchers, perhaps even the Event Horizon. And they've already lost enough today.
// The radiation levels in this region are pretty extreme. We... can't stay around without risking the Event Horizon. Holi, make a recording for a warning buoy to drop off before we leave the area, and create a second message to transmit to any navigation authorities we make contact with. //
Then, finally, Rodimus sits back down, slumping deep into the pilot's chair (the secondary one, the one not design to plug into the driver's mind). He props an elbow onto the armrest, and rests his forehead on his hand.
He'll still be here some time later, when the Event Horizon finally leaves behind this area of space.
OOC: No need for any replies. This is a final 'wrap-up' post.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Aug 10, 2011 22:51:42 GMT -5
OOC: Additional post made with permission!
Piloting isn't always an easy job, particularly not when ships are exploding in front of you and you basically need to pilot through the space the ship just exploded into. But Mayday is up to the task, easing the Event Horizon through the hot zone as fast as possible while simultaneously targeting bits of shrapnel and blasting them out of their path. He is one with the ship, its sensors are his sensors, its weapons his weapons, its thrusters his thrusters.
Watch him soar.
Unfortunately, he doesn't notice the long, thin, sharp piece of debris rushing in their direction until it punches through the hull and view screen and shoots across the bridge. Shocked out of his merge with the ship, Mayday stares blankly at the small hole in the hall then slowly looks down at the piece of metal speared through his lower abdomen, pinning him to his chair. Then the pain rushes through him and with barely a squeak his optics flicker out and he goes limp.
He's lucky. If he was a human the wound would have been lethal, but he's not and the shrapnel hit below his spark chamber. Mayday, at least, will live.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 11, 2011 10:08:57 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics go wide. "Mayday!" he shouts. He checks to make sure the ship isn't going to crash into anything, then rushes towards the pilot to check his condition while activating his radio.
// Medical to the bridge. Get me a back-up pilot up here, also. //
OOC: I've got both other pilots and medics that I can claim handled this situation. Alternately, someone else can PM or IM me and volunteer their characters. If someone else wants to volunteer their characters, let me know if you want to role-play the continuation out, or handle it off-screen. Until I hear otherwise, I'm assuming off-screen.
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