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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Apr 24, 2011 22:23:01 GMT -5
Spy Shot is truly fascinated! Enough so that he actually frowns slightly when Jetfire finally breaks off his story. He really likes stories! Stories with pictures are even better! Why must all good things come to an end?
He tilts his head at Jetfire's mention of refueling then looks up at the room's light. Looking back at Jetfire he says, "I have all the fuel I need here. My batteries are full."
Pretty stories have rather distracted Spy Shot from the original reason for his visit.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on May 16, 2011 20:52:34 GMT -5
"Well," Jetfire replies as he strolls out the door, "my batt'ries are a bit older than yours, lad, so these old struts need some fuel." He grins down at the tiny camera and strides off toward the mess, launching into another tale as he goes.
It's much, much later when the pair come ambling back to the room.
"... and then this MASSIVE Andorian Sand Worm swallowed him WHOLE!" Jetfire exclaims, the door to his quarters sliding open, and the image of an Event Horizon sized legless dragon with waaaaaaay too many spines, and more teeth than that roars through the door and gulps down what bears a suspicious resemblance to an unholy cross between a swarm of bees and a bright fuchsia colored Starscream, only three times normal size.
"And that was the end of Great Uncle Cog."
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Post by Holi on May 20, 2011 17:19:14 GMT -5
Off-duty – minding communications keeps him happily occupied in the face of little rescue work to be done that isn't all simulations – Holi was enjoying some quiet time with his secret stash of heroic epics. He started the Epic of Gilgamesh some days ago and is thoroughly engrossed at this point.
At the exact point a gigantic thing comes lurching through the door and devours some hapless victim, disrupting his peaceful reading time. He wails sharply enough to crack glass and topples off his bunk in an unceremonious heap of flailing limbs.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on May 22, 2011 10:58:14 GMT -5
Spy Shot watches, enthralled, as Jetfire spins this particularly dramatic tale, his mouth open in a perfect example of dull surprise. Exciting stories with holographic pictures are surely the best thing ever! What a great day.
But poor Great Uncle Cog. "I would not want to be devoured by a massive Andorian Sand Wo-" He cuts off as a piercing wail assaults his audio receptors, and he peers over the edge of Jetfire's hand at the fallen Holi. Tilting his head, he greets, "Oh, hello Holi."
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on May 23, 2011 16:39:43 GMT -5
Jetfire doesn't notice the flailing or the screaming as he dismisses the hologram. He just notices that there appears to be a tiny pile of blue on the floor. With what may be a bit of a dizzying motion for Spy Shot, he stoops waaaaaaay down until his face is mere inches from Holi's.
"Hullo, lad. Wotcha doin' on the floor like that? Not a very comfortable place to just plop yourself. Could get stepped on, you know. Not safe 't'all. Why, my wingmate, wossname... uhh... Oh! Stormwind, he did that once, just flopped out in the middle of a hanger, and the bloody air-traffic handlers landed a shuttle on him! Crushed him flat, they did!"
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Post by Holi on Jun 1, 2011 22:04:57 GMT -5
It isn't that Holi finds old Jetfire terribly frightening. He actually rather likes the elder's whiskery face, those piercing red optics notwithstanding. It's that so suddenly after the monster, Jetfire is right there without warning. Holi screams again and scrambles to put some distance between himself and the much larger Autobot – for Jetfire most certainly is an Autobot in spirit if not in sigil – with his laser core in his throat.
"Y-you wouldn't step on me, would you?" he cries, thoroughly unhappy with the turn his day has taken.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jun 4, 2011 23:24:23 GMT -5
"Oh dear, I would not want to get crushed flat by a shuttle, either." Spy Shot has noticed a trend by now of Jetfire's acquaintances meeting rather horrible ends. He thinks that he would be sad if he was Jetfire and had lost so many friends.
Peering down at Holi, he says, "If you wish to be on the floor and not get stepped on, perhaps you should get a ball." A rather larger ball than his own, for certain.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jun 17, 2011 19:53:03 GMT -5
Jetfire splutters - which has the unfortunate side-effect of soaking Holi fairly well, because when the old jet splutters... he splutters.
"Well, of course not, lad! Got t'stop nappin' on the floor, of course, but, course I won't step on you! How rude do you think I am, anyway? Not like I go stoming around, looking for people to step on. Oh, pardon me-- rather, don't pardon me! Gonna step on you now!"
"Bah. Bad manners, that is. Not that old, y'know. Why, in my day, folks held doors for one another, and said please and thank you! Not sure what's happened to th' world. Such rudeness. Everyone's always in a hurry. Hurry, hurry, hurry, here and there. What's there to hurry about? The sun will still be there when you get there! Isn't as if I've found it, after all!"
Ball? Ball... Why does a ball sound familiar? Jetfire frowns, his head swinging ponderously as he glances about. "A BALL! That's right, lad! That was your ball, wan'nit?"
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Post by Holi on Jun 19, 2011 9:33:03 GMT -5
Holi is all wet. Not only has he had his wits spooked out of him and fallen behind-first on the deck, now he's wet, too. He looks miserably at himself as Jetfire casts about, then turns an unsuitably sullen look on the elder and his passenger.
"I wasn't on the floor until you startled me," he says very quietly, too timid to actually speak up at a conversational level. After all, he's sure they didn't mean to scare him and snapping at someone as venerated as Jetfire over a silly accident would be horrifically rude and disrespectful.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jun 20, 2011 23:57:53 GMT -5
Spy Shot nods at Jetfire. "Yes. It is my ball. I would like it back so that I can move around the ship faster." He's silent for a moment before he recalls what Jetfire just said, and adds a, "Please."
Peering down at Holi, he says, "You do not look very happy. Would you like to hear a story?" Stories usually make Spy Shot happy. As do flowers, even if Jetfire doesn't think much of them.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jun 27, 2011 21:13:06 GMT -5
"Startled? Wot's that?" Jetfire asks with a frown. He drops his cane on the floor for a moment and, without a by-your-leave, scoops Holi up off the floor and sets him back upon his own bunk.
"Just walked in the door, lad! Jumpy little thing, aincha? Good reflexes! Nerve needs some thunder and fire, though. Why, in my day, we weren't allowed energon until we'd mastered that! Eating thunder and fire! Couldn't keep your wits, no fuel for you! Here you are lad," he adds, that last in a quiet, conversational tone as he sets Spy Shot and his star-covered ball upon the turf on Jetfire's part of the floor.
"Toughening up, lad! Chin up, damn the torpedoes, and full speed ahead!"
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Post by Holi on Jul 3, 2011 21:23:33 GMT -5
Holi remembers his manners and bites the inside of his cheek lest he speak out of turn. But he fell off his bunk, he is wet, his behind hurts, and now he's being lectured. He sighs glumly and picks up his reader, which thankfully didn't fall to the deck with him.
"I was already reading a story," he says, looking for the line he'd been reading before the worm scared him. He wonders, deep down, if he's ever going to be as cool-headed and brave as the heroes in all his borrowed stories. Or God Ginrai, or Star Saber, or Rodimus Prime, or Kup, or Emirate Xaaron.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jul 4, 2011 17:14:06 GMT -5
"Thank you," Spy Shot says, scurrying over to his ball to examine it curiously. "It has stars on it."
Looking up from his inspection at Holi, he says, "Oh. I like stories. Was it a story about giant wheels?" If it is, Spy Shot totally wants to borrow it. He wants to know more about the Great War between the giant wheels and the battle cruisers.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Jul 14, 2011 20:15:28 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to Holi's dour state, Jetfire grins hugely and nods. "That's the spirit, lad!" he exclaims, turning to flop to a seat on his own bunk with a clatter.
He tilts his head, leaning down to eye Spy Shot's ball before offering a low shrug. "Don't remember that. Just appeared when all this green crap did," he replies, flexing his ample toes into the astroturf. "Eh, not to bad, ekchully. Bit springy, innit? Just so green, s'all."
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Post by Holi on Jul 15, 2011 10:34:12 GMT -5
"Not about wheels, no. It's about heroes from Earth," Holi answers Spy Shot while eyeing the artificial turf Jetfire can't seem to decide whether or not he likes. "We could probably dye it some other colour…?" he suggests awkwardly. If it being green is the only problem, that should be easily solved.
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