Override
Minor
The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
Shut up and drive
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Post by Override on Jun 7, 2011 12:33:14 GMT -5
Override rolls through the automatic doors and flips into a transformation, landing on her feet. This time, she doesn't bother with the voice 'command' - it's not really required for her to transform, she just does it for dramatic effect. Her right hand is brought to her hip while she puts her weight on that leg, her left one stretching slightly to compensate in length and turning out at a wider angle.
"Rock watch. Relief ran late," she says with annoyance. Late annoys her. Late that makes her late annoys her even more. Usually she's fast enough to compensate, but apparently not today.
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Skyfire
Major
I'm a scientist, not a....
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Post by Skyfire on Jun 10, 2011 18:49:56 GMT -5
Skyfire briefly gives Sentinel Prime a look that seems to suggest he is wondering if Sentinel will next ask him if he knows how to transform into shuttle mode. "Well, yes, that's part of the process...."
He will not forget the ammo. Some of it is for him; missiles don't grow on trees planted in his cargo bay.
He transforms then, an awkward-looking fold-down that has him looking like an odd jet-headed bird strutting around at one point--a deceptive transform that allows him to turn into a shuttle in place, without ever losing mobility. Almost immediately after transforming and settling on his landing wheels, he opens his two stern cargo bay doors for loading to accommodate his eager helpers.
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Slider
Cadet
Unlicensed Redshirt
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Post by Slider on Jun 11, 2011 7:00:43 GMT -5
Slider, for one, is fairly glad that Sentinel has forgotten about him for the moment. He dives into the job of loading Skyfire until he looks up and out the hangar to see the floating monstrosity beyond. Although he's sure he'll regret asking, he does anyway.
"This isn't going to be a friendly meet and greet, is it sir?"
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Post by Mirage on Jun 11, 2011 10:32:07 GMT -5
There was a time when Mirage would have considered loading up a shuttle to be beneath him.
Technically, he still does. However, he's a part of a team now. He's trying to do his part.
Primus, but that sounds hollow even to him.
Stacking the last box inside Skyfire, he lounges in the open doorway. "Everyone seems to be here."
In other words, let's get this show on the road, so Mirage can get back to whatever- or whomever- he was doing.
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Optimus Prime
Minor
Caution: Hero makes wide right turns.
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jun 12, 2011 10:57:16 GMT -5
Optimus nods at Sentinel. "All due respect, sir, I know that anything is possible when you're talking about an alien culture, but I find it hard to believe that any species we'd want to meet straps their honored dead to the outside hull of a starship," he says, trying to be as diplomatic as possible.
He draws his axe from subspace, nervously making sure the blade is sharp. Going up against Decepticons is one thing. He has some idea what he's getting into, then. This is just creepy.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jun 12, 2011 15:34:32 GMT -5
"Yes, sir."
She turns to look at Optimus, an odd look in her optics, "We recycle our dead into spare parts. They make ships out of theirs. What's the difference?" Treatment of the dead does not determine a groups civilization level. After all, what the Autobots now justify as recycling would be considered cannibalism in many Earth cultures.
She turns sharply and moves to board Skyfire. Sentinel will probably start screaming for them to get aboard ship and stop wasting time any minute now. Might as well get started now.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 13, 2011 17:40:40 GMT -5
"The mission is that we go out there, see what the problem is, and get that ship out of the way so we can get through. If there are people who need our help, we give it," oh, gag him, "If there are people who would do our own harm, we prevent that. I can't get much more specific until I have some data. So we're going to get the facts, and we're going to keep our wits about us," Sentinel Prime explains. An idea hits Sentinel Prime that he considers brilliant, however less than stellar it may be, and he orders, "Look, we're breaking up into three teams. Jetfire, Jetstorm, you're with Sky-" he pauses and hesitates. Does he have this right? "-Skyfire. You're all spacers. Jetfire, Jetstorm, you're escort for Skyfire. Skyfire, as long as this mission remains exploratory, you're team head, and you report anything of note right to me. If this turns into a combat op, Jetfire, you're in charge." Why Jetfire? Why not Jetstorm? Because Sentinel Prime tends to remember Jetfire's name better than he remembers Jetstorm's. "If this goes bad, you keep Skyfire safe, because he's our way out. Skyfire, you're going to drop off one team at the fore end of the ship and one at the aft, and we'll work through and meet in the middle. Then you three stay outside and examine the outside of the ship for clues. If a team needs help, you'll be able to book it there via the outside and render aid in under a minute." He has Override? Fantastic! Sentinel Prime is so happy to see the former planetary leader that he skip out on the tongue lashing and just segues straight to, "Override, you have fore team. Mirage is with you, because he can almost keep up." He smirks. That, and Mirage has no reason to put a hole in Override's head when no one is looking, unless Mirage is actually a serial killer as opposed to just a noble who hates Sentinel Prime's pistons. "Slider's with you, too, because the spotter should go with the sharpshooter." That's how fireteams work, right? "So that leaves... uh... Optimus Prime, Elita-1. You're with me. Aft team." That did not work out quite like how he was hoping. "Now, everyone on the ship but the spacers, doubletime!" - - - OOC: What I would like to suggest is that we skip over the transit and break directly into three threads - Outside, Fore, and Aft, so we can get to the exciting spacey goodness and cut out the boring singing of 99 Energon Cubes on the Wall.
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