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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jun 19, 2011 18:58:59 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime's concern touches him to his very spark! But sucking it up is something he's pretty good at, and so to his feet he goes. Only to promptly fall over again as his right leg spasms. All it takes is a few good punches to get it working again, though, and then he's on his feet once more and waving to Perceptor and Sentinel.
"I'm okay!" And he is. For the most part, anyway. Just lots of scratches, a couple nasty dents, and a few screws loose. Also a branch jammed through his right forearm, but he hasn't noticed that yet.
Jogging closer to the duo, with a slight limp, he grins at the addled Sentinel Prime. "Hey, Bluebell, wanna run that order by me again?"
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 19, 2011 20:26:11 GMT -5
Perceptor reels as Sentinel stumbles back, seeing a few metaphorical stars, himself. This mission... is not going very well, and it's all his fault. Again. He doesn't remember feeling this out of his depth inside Megatron!
Wow. That... doesn't sound right at all.
"Whirligig?" he asks, waving a hand through the space near Sentinel's head. He thought for sure that for a moment, he'd seen a small flock of birds there? How... odd....
"Why are you wearing part of a tree?"
They're going to be surrounded by bad guys any moment, aren't they?
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 19, 2011 21:47:52 GMT -5
"This is camouflage," Sentinel Prime hisses, pointing at his new tree hat.
No, it's not, it's a stupid-looking hat that he's vainly trying to justify rather than admit that he has tree branches tangled in his antennae.
From the distance, there comes a fuel-curdling... quack.
Suddenly, rubber ducks peek at them through the branches. Dozens of them.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jun 21, 2011 14:21:34 GMT -5
"What's up, doc?" Whirligig says in response to his name.
Then he notices the ducks and suddenly his sense of reality tilts wildly on its axis. For a moment he expects to blink and find himself surrounded by dark, ruined corridors with only the dead for company. But the 'reality' of the simulation stays firmly in place and he snaps out of his fit of derealization. Right, he's in a sim room. Weird things like armies of rubber ducks are normal.
Actually, after the sonic crickets that were infesting the ship, he probably shouldn't be too surprised to see armies of rubber ducks outside of the sim room.
...Well, it's not like it really matters if this universe is real or not.
Letting out a bark of not-quite-sane laughter, he moves his hands to hover over the hatches in his thighs and says in a stage whisper, "I think we're surrounded."
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 27, 2011 20:49:26 GMT -5
Actually, Perceptor had meant why was Whirligig wearing that branch jammed into him, but, now that sentinel mentions it... "Camouflage... ?"
Really, honestly? Whatever. If it works, it works. They need to get moving before Perceptor can derail this mission any mo--
Quack?
Oh bloody hell. Didn't the briefing mention something about rubber ducks?
"I think we have located the ducks." Rubber ducks should not be peeking. Really they shouldn't. Grasping desperately at anything that might potentially work - it worked on the Junkions!- Perceptor slowly pulls out an energon goodie.
"Bah weep grahnah weep ninny bong?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 27, 2011 21:06:47 GMT -5
Remember the battle taxis?
Yeah.
This is like that. The ducks start toe split in half, revealing little pint-sized lasers, encased in the mobile body of a rubber duck. By themselves, one isn't much of a threat, but a dozen working together could probably take down a larger Transformers, and there are a lot of ducks.
Since they aren't firing yet, Sentinel Prime choses the better part of valour and declares, "Okay, Autobots, roll away!"
He transforms and tries to gun it away from the ducks through the trees. If Perceptor wishes, he may hitch a ride and play tail gunner ala Duck Hunt. Or he can hitch a ride with Whirligig. Or he can stay and be shot up by bright yellow rubber ducks.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jun 29, 2011 10:29:45 GMT -5
"You got it, Nelly!" Starting to transform, Whirligig finally notices the branch that Perceptor was referring to. "What the-! How long has that been there?!"
Yanking it unceremoniously out of his arm, he finishes transforming and tears off after Sentinel, muttering, "Right side, you are the biggest disappointment ever..."
Perceptor can hitch a ride before Whirligig books it, but it'd be more ridiculous than Dinobot riding Rattrap.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 10, 2011 20:44:18 GMT -5
Well, this is just prime, now isn't it? Perceptor feels as if he has completely bungled the entire operation as he transforms and flings himself into the bed of Sentinel's alt form.
"I believe that we may have found the weapons," he manages to grate out as he is bounced and jarred as Sentinel speeds over the uneven terrain.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 11, 2011 20:05:37 GMT -5
Whirligig, who is both faster and unburdened, might pull ahead a bit. If he does, he'll find the Decepticon base, which is very purple, surrounded by a moat absolutely filled with ducks. There are four bridges that cross the moat into the base, which seems a bit odd - don't Decepticons fly? Well, not all of them, not here...
There are guards posted at the base, two at each bridge: two F-15 Seekers together, a Seeker and a car Decepticon, an insect Predacon and a boat, and a tank and a shuttle.
Back with Sentinel Prime, he hollers, "Perceptor, just shoot the slagging... whatevers."
He doesn't really know what ducks are.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 13, 2011 18:05:19 GMT -5
"I dunno, doc, I think the weapons found us!" Whirligig calls back, pulling a little ahead of the pair. He isn't exactly Blurr himself.
He screeches to a halt as he suddenly happens upon the Decepticon base - and how did he miss something so very purple until his was this close? - and transforms, quickly scrambling for cover behind a tree. Did any of the guards spot him.
//Hey, Red n' Blue, got a Fortress of Doom here!//
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 14, 2011 21:26:55 GMT -5
Because, Whirligig, purple and green go together so well. Just ask Devastator. Well, not your Devastator, but-- oh, nevermind.
"I am attempting to," Perceptor snaps, angry at himself, angry at this whole mess, and just plain irritable, as he tries to compensate for the jarring, bouncing ride to target the rather small duck-weapons. He is tempted to release all the safety interlocks and just start igniting swaths of forest and all the ducks therein, but that would be wholly irresponsible.
Not to mention what Botanica would do to him when she found out.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 17, 2011 20:40:13 GMT -5
Whirligig passes his sneak check and is not spotted by any of the guards. The insect Predacon complains, "But the trees look delicious! Just one?" The boat replies dourly, "And the water looksinviting. Still no."
The Duck Hunt mini-game also scales itself to Perceptor's skill level. As he's having a bit of trouble, some of the ducks vanish off into the underbrush and cease firing. Sentinel Prime's still getting a bit shot up by the ducks as he drives, but Perceptor's ride isn't out of HP yet. Just mildly annoyed.
//Found the fortress? Good. Scope out the ingress options.//
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jul 19, 2011 17:59:50 GMT -5
//Inga-whodawhadda? Oh! Entrances, right?// Whirligig peeks out from behind the tree. //Well, we got some bridges, and we got some mooks, and I'm thinking we gotta go through the latter to get across the former.//
He pauses for a moment, returning to hiding. //Y'know, unless we built like. A giant catapult or something. With rockets! Then we could just totally bypass the whole moat and army of ducks and bad guys and stuff and go straight for the castle.//
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 7, 2011 21:01:09 GMT -5
// And open ourselves for more fire by those, ah, mooks, as you call them. Not to mention the duck weapons. Thank you, but no. Even if we had the time to do so, I have been rattled quite enough today, already, // Perceptor replies, sounding just a little cross.
// If you can get me into position, however, Sentinel, I may be able to effect a rather quieter means of eliminating the visible guards? // Sniping from the cover of the trees? Sure, why not? They're only simulated holograms, anyway. Not like real lives he'd be snuffing out.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Aug 10, 2011 21:05:52 GMT -5
//Whirligig, we'll do -// Sentinel Prime starts to snap, annoyed by the nonsensical suggestions, but he supposes that he ought to encourage Perceptor's combat initiative. That's kind of the point of all this, isn't it? //- as Perceptor suggests. Just tell me where to go.//
He'll drive as Perceptor indicates. He'll even tuck a microscope on his shoulder and climb a tree if he has to. He's already got branches stuck to him, anyway.
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