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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 13, 2011 9:43:13 GMT -5
Month 3, Week 2, Day 2, semi-private, sim room
Skyfire, Elita-1, Mirage, Override (her interview was off-screened at player request), Slider, Ani Jetstorm, and Ani Jetfire can be here if they so wish. (The Twins, as I understand the rules, are auto-in if they wants to be, but they don't have to be in if they don't want to be in, too, or they can be in later if they want to be in later or whatever.)
If someone really wants to observe for some reason, that someone can - just run it by me, please!
Also, I have Kup's mun's permission to say that Sentinel may have gotten some of the information he uses here from Kup.- - - Early, early, early, Sentinel Prime is always there early, and he's tweaking around with the simulation parameters some more on the console. Right now, the sim room just looks like its boring, blank, default self. He looks over his agenda again and wonders how they'll run on time. Sentinel Prime would hate to have to cut out some of these encounters. The Vogon poetry is pretty special, he feels. Still, they're all busy people, and while he'll keep them to the last second he has them, he won't seem them a second over. There's an invisible laser tripwire set up at the door that sends Sentinel Prime a radio page whenever someone enters the room. He just stuck his hand in the invisible beehive. Sentinel Prime's going to be wary for a while.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on May 13, 2011 13:42:35 GMT -5
Skyfire arrives promptly. "Reporting as requested, Sentinel Prime. Any instructions for me, or shall I just wait for the others?"
Skyfire is still very much a civilian scientist in his attitude, but it's good manners to show up on time and Sentinel Prime looks like he's going to be one of Skyfire's new superiors. Diplomats tend to be notoriously protocol conscious, and Sentinel Prime will be the chief diplomat of the mission.
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Slider
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Post by Slider on May 13, 2011 16:41:00 GMT -5
Slider enters the sim room, fully expecting to be the first one to arrive, only to see Skyfire already there. Scowling as his plan to impress Sentinel with his promptness was blow right out the airlock, Slider takes a position next to the explorer, saluting as usual.
"Slider reporting."
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Post by Elita-1 on May 13, 2011 18:21:05 GMT -5
Elita-1 repeats her trick from the interview, arriving at exactly the correct time.
"Reporting as ordered, Sentinel Prime."
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Post by Mirage on May 13, 2011 18:36:26 GMT -5
Mirage is here. That tripwire probably announced him when he came in, but he doesn't really care.
He is not standing at attention. He is leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, one ankle crossed over the other.
He does not look pleased to be here.
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Override
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Post by Override on May 13, 2011 18:47:51 GMT -5
Override's not late, but she's not early, either. This might be surprising from the racer, but what matters is who's first to the finish line, not the starting line. She rolls into the door in vehicle mode, and with a cry of, "Override, transform!" busts into robot mode. Because she had just made a turn, her momentum isn't what it could have been, so she's moving slowly enough that she doesn't need to skid when she lands dramatically, she just touches down in a graceful crouch before straightening into a stand, a self-confident smirk plastered on her face.
"So when's the green light?" she asks.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 17, 2011 18:47:20 GMT -5
OOC: Optimus can join, too! If he wants. However, it has been a few days, so...- - - Sentinel Prime paces up and down and explains, "Greetings, hopefuls. Our first scenario today involves the Aquillans, not be confused with the Aquill ians. The Aquillans are a robot species from an organic gas giant. They are hardy, strong species, roughly our size. They can't quite match our technology level - they don't have subspace access or transformation - but they're close, and they've been colonising barren neighbouring worlds. The premise is that a rogue Aquillan scientist, who escaped just after his sentencing, gave a gravity gun to the 'cons while on the lam. The 'cons have already used this gravity gun on some of our number. What the gravity gun does causes the victim, over the course of a few days, to collapse into a singularity and... well... die in the process, obviously. Anti-grav technology seems to stall it off, but it doesn't halt the progression of the disease entirely. We haven't figured out how to fix it yet, and time is running out for our afflicted comrades. The Aquillans, who really wanted this rogue scientist back so they could finish his punishment, agreed to give us the antidote if we'll catch him for them." "We have. It was hard - a lot of tense chases across air-bladder-plants, but we caught him. Now all we need to do is watch his punishment, and the Aquillans will give us the cure after. Aquillans don't respect non-fliers much, though they're nice enough about it, and they're somewhat matriarchal, so Skyfire, Override, and Elita-1 have had the easiest time of it here." That's an... odd place to start the scenario, no? Sentinel Prime turns to the sim room control console and snaps his fingers. Suddenly, the Autobots find themselves atop a vast flying mat of algae, supported by air-bladder-plants. The sky is a fierce red, and the gravity is heavy; they'll burn more fuel just taking basic actions here. There's a rather stately, impressive building built on the flying 'island'. Made out of aluminum and titanium, there is a scratch-scrawl on it that, if anyone here knew how to read it, proclaims it to be the Hall of Justice. A pair of vaguely eagle-like robotic guards stand at the doors, staring resolutely outwards, ceremonial pikes held up, not-ceremonial lasguns at their hips. With the Autobots, there is another Aquillan, the rogue scientist. He's on his knees, his hands behind his back and cuffed, which looks rather uncomfortable, given his wings. The scientist looks absolutely terrified out of his head, and his piercing yellow optics are wild and mad.
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Post by Skyfire on May 18, 2011 11:03:20 GMT -5
Skyfire studies their surroundings with wide optics; the buoyant air-bladder plants seem to grab most of his attention. The scent of ammonia and mixed light hydrocarbons fills the atmosphere--unhealthy, if not lethal to oxygen-breathing organics. It will, on the other hand, clean any grime off one's paint just by standing out in the wind and rain.
"Fascinating..." he murmurs. "They must process the gasses from this level of the atmosphere into hydrogen for lift." Focus, that's not what they're here for. Skyfire gives air-bladder plants and the algae mat a wistful look and shifts his attention to the guards.
They appear to be waiting for something, probably for the Autobots to make the first move. Skyfire, however, isn't the leader here. He looks expectantly at Sentinel Prime, then Override.
He queries the group via Autobot radio: // Who is our spokesperson? If they're matriarchal, perhaps Override should speak for us. She has the command presence of a leader. //
--- Making a few assumptions about the atmosphere. Let me know if there's a problem, I'll change it.
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Post by Optimus Prime on May 18, 2011 21:12:39 GMT -5
Optimus Prime barrels into the sim room as fast as his wheels will carry him, transforming on the run and skidding to a halt, possibly just barely managing to avoid bumping into someone's back. He doesn't normally make a habit of being late for things, but his duty schedule got shifted around at the last minute.
He takes in the surroundings, frowning at the bound Aquillan scientist and looking over the edge of the algae mat, then snaps off a salute to Sentinel Prime. "Sorry I'm late, sir."
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Post by Elita-1 on May 19, 2011 10:50:14 GMT -5
When Optimus arrives, Elita slips him the same rundown Sentinel have the already assembled- via private radio of course. So that might help the other Prime's confusion.
She considers the scenario, and she considers Sentinel. If her hunch is right, this will be a test of sensibilities as much as diplomacy. She could step forward and speak first, but ad it was recently pointed out, she has no experience.
To everyone, //Skyfire's suggestion makes sense, Sentinel Prime, sir. Who do you wish to initially speak for us?//
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Post by Slider on May 19, 2011 13:13:53 GMT -5
Slider did get caught up in the sights of the alien vista. It was all so... strange was the only word he could think of. He almost missed the fact that Optimus barreling towards him. He dodges right, a laboriously slow process that makes him appreciate just how much greater the gravity is. It also snaps him out of his pointless staring. He needed to do some purposeful staring.
He certainly wasn't going to be the one to talk, given what Sentinel told them. Instead he kept his optics busy scanning for any surprises.
//I agree with Skyfire. Override is probably our best bet.//
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Post by Mirage on May 20, 2011 10:37:14 GMT -5
Mirage takes Sentinel's explanation in with bored neutrality. Once the sim starts, Mirage no longer looks bored. He has slipped into the mask of the noble, unphased by the situation, the planet, or the frightened prisoner at their feet. His status may be lower on this planet due to his gender, but there is no question that he is still Someone of Import- or was.
Those who notice such thing may pick up that the spy has moved so that he is slightly off from the group. His attention is not on Sentinel or the question at hand. His attention is on the guards.
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Override
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Post by Override on May 22, 2011 20:54:18 GMT -5
Override shrugs. //Sure, I can do that.// Then she looks towards Sentinel and points. //But before we get started, I want to know the exact wording of our agreement, not the paraphrase you just gave.// She needs to know potential loopholes - on both sides. //Like, why do we have to watch his punishment first?// She visually scans the area, studying the guards for the moment, then glances at their prisoner and takes in his reaction.
//And who exactly is singularity-injured, anyway?// That may seem a cold question, but who actually is dying can have an impact on the Autobots' chances of coming up with a solution on their own.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 25, 2011 20:46:15 GMT -5
OOC: Atmosphere sounds fine to me. I would assume there's enough oxygen for things to burn in semi-normal fashion, however.- - - Sentinel Prime gives Optimus an unsurprised and insincerely sad look and sniffs, "Typical, Ma... man." Blast, now he just sounds like Jazz, and that's terrible. The idea of just turning over command to Override rankles, but... it's a big enough group that he's going to need help with it, even after some wash out. He knows how this scenario goes. He may as well see how Override handles herself - or doesn't. Sentinel Prime forces himself to smile and flourishes a hand, gesturing at the Hall, and he commands, //By all means, take the command chair, Override. We have to see the punishment through, because he's been tried and sentenced before, and he escaped before his punishment. They want to make sure he doesn't escape again.// Someone sharp might wonder what their captive did before he gave secrets to the Decepticons to earn that punishment and why he isn't going to a trial for the crime of giving secrets to the Decepticons before that punishment. Alien legal systems. Who can figure? //As soon as that's done, they'll give us a machine that will permanently cure our afflicted, who number Prowl, Swerve, Perceptor, Cheetor, and Rodimus Prime.// Did he pick people who these hopefuls have reasons to be attached to? Sentinel Prime just might have! He pushes into the Hall, anyway. One of the guards looks sharper than the other, Mirage may note. Sentinel Prime passes by an open cafeteria door. Inside, there are Aquillans chattering to each other. They mostly seem happy, joking and laughing with each other. About 1/4 of them are a third again bigger than the others, in a distinct larger, more powerful morph, while mostly of them are smaller, leaner, and more gracile. Generally, they seem to keep to tables either all robust or all gracile morph, but a few tables have one robust and two to four gracile. There are no tables that have more robust than gracile. They seems to drink a liquid fuel that smells pleasant enough to Transformers, if they pass by closely enough to the cafeteria. Their captive is still gibberingly terrified.
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Post by Skyfire on May 31, 2011 18:07:44 GMT -5
Skyfire studies everything that he sees, and considers it. He walks close behind Override, associating himself/itself with their leader by implication. His expression remains neutral, but he radios Sentinel Prime.
// So they regard us as a sort of security force for them? I hope we're not getting tangled up in local politics already. I certainly don't know enough for that, yet. I assume the heavier modes are the dominant gender? //
Almost as an afterthought he adds, // Or are the gracile ones the dominant ones, being faster and more maneuverable fliers? //
Skyfire can't shed all his Transformer biases that easily. Robot genders have little to do with build size in his reality, but the large, powerful modes tend to be leaders back home.
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