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Post by Drift on Sept 23, 2011 16:14:08 GMT -5
Drift knows combat math. And any soldier knows that half of three is two, so...good luck supporting that, Perceptor.
"Shuttle bay." Shuttle bay before planetfall. Yeah, that didn't bring back any memories at all. Except a few thousand battles Deadlock had prepared for. Meaning, you bet your scope he's packing for conflict. Fortunately, swords don't require huge ammunition loads.
It is about time he asked. "Purpose of the mission?" He doesn't think it's just curiosity or science. Or boredom.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 23, 2011 16:45:40 GMT -5
Rodimus doesn't reply, as the plan is set and there's no need to. He'll be in the hanger prepping the shuttle.
OOC: Skippable until the other two arrive, unless we scene-skip directly to Earth, in which case skippable until the scene-skip.
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 27, 2011 13:57:57 GMT -5
"We could take the spacebridge, instead," he offers with insincere wryness. The spacebridge, although quicker, still makes many of them feel rather... ill... during use. At least it has not malfunctioned and swapped anyone's outer paint or armor again.
He'd been rather more distracted than normal while he'd been coated with Xaaron's bright, flashy gold and silver.
He smiles and shrugs, turning to lead the way to the shuttle bay. "I am not certain what Rodimus wishes to accomplish. I, however..." he trails off as his steps slow down. "I need to reconnect, I suppose."
More like, he needs to confront his memories. Perhaps replace those memories with images of a landscape not ravaged by Decepticons. He hopes.
"Comparison study." Something like. Drift can probably hear the tone in his voice that speaks of Perceptor trying to convince himself of that, too.
ooc: Drift, feel free to pose them as entering the shuttlebay together, if you would like. Unless there's more that Drift wants to discuss before they leave, that is. Thanks.
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Post by Drift on Sept 28, 2011 13:51:21 GMT -5
((ooc: timeskip HO!!!!))
Drift's been silent the entire time packing. Shuttle bay. Planetfall. He already feels a sort of tightness in his frame, the habitual tension, instinctive bracing for combat.
Not this time, he tried to remind himself. But old habits were hard to break, so he packed ammunition anyway. Better to have and not use, then not have because you foolishly thought everything would be safe and fine.
He packed for a decacycle. Perceptor hasn't given a timeframe and he sensed enough not to want to push. A decacycle would give them time to set up a steadier supply chain, if needed.
He finishes loading the shuttle, with the swift efficiency of long practice. And more than that, the need to do. He's been sitting here, sitting things out, far too long.
"Reconnect." He's been sitting on that word since Perceptor said it, and as he slings the last crate into the cargo hold, he turns. "This was a home for you."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 28, 2011 21:27:47 GMT -5
Rodimus strides in as Drift is finishing packing, and his optics widen as he sees the extent of the supplies set up.
"And here I thought this was only going to be a day trip," he remarks with a grin. "I didn't realize we would be re-establishing Autobot City while we were down there!"
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 29, 2011 16:12:34 GMT -5
"Hm?" Perceptor asks unintelligently. He's been lost in thought while Drift has been working, and only comes back to himself as Drift hazards that rather accurate guess.
"Yes," he replies to Drift with a nod, only then taking note of the supplies. It makes Perceptor smile to see Drift's preparations. "I suppose that is rather accurate."
He shrugs at Rodimus. "Well, I had neglected to tell Drift what my plans were as... I did not really have any formulated yet," he explains to Rodimus. "And Drift has opted to prepare for the worst." Without scolding Perceptor for being daft, or distracted again, which summons up another smile, one of gratitude which he turns upon the Knight.
"Better to be over prepared than under, yes, Rodimus?"
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Post by Drift on Sept 29, 2011 16:59:35 GMT -5
Drift stiffens, for a moment, expecting some critique from Rodimus. No. Jumping at shadows, Drift. Calm down.
"Don't know what we're facing," he says, quietly. At least, he didn't.
"Autobot City." It's a question, because the word implied a lot of history. He knew that the Decepticons had begun a Siege Protocol on Earth. This might be the same.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 29, 2011 20:45:55 GMT -5
Rodimus shrugs. "I suppose, as long as you're still mobile." Then he smirks. "I've always been a fan of the, 'Dive in and make things up as you go along' school of planning myself." Then he tilts his head towards the left and lifts his right hand to rub his chin thoughtfully. "'Course, that did get the Matrix once, so that's one mark against it," he mutters. Then he shrugs and heads towards the shuttle, a bounce to his step.
"Well, the location of Autobot City in a couple of realities, at any rate," he clarifies to Drift. "Our alliance with one of the human nations was strong enough that they were willing to grant us a small bit of territory as sovereign Autobot land, where we built the city that served as our primary base of operations on Earth." As he speaks, he swings himself through the shuttle door.
"If you guys are camping out, the shuttle's coming home with me," he jibes playfully, though he's not just being a jerk for fun - the Autobots have a limited supply of shuttles for transporting all of them, after all!
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 4, 2011 1:00:42 GMT -5
"As I recall, the Rodimus from my reality was a bit, ah... spontaneous as well. Ahem." That's a tactful way of saying, "plans about as far ahead as he can shoot," isn't it? "Given that the supplies take up relatively little room in the shuttle, there is no reason not to keep it adequately supplied for unforeseen circumstances, though, is there? Surely we will not be the only ones to utilize it for transport to and from Earth?"
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Post by Drift on Oct 4, 2011 20:22:37 GMT -5
((ooc: bookmarks? Why do you hate me? srsly?))
"In some realities. What about what we know about this reality?"
He's not trying to call Rodimus out, but he's not quite mastered tactful questions. He gives a bit of a wince of apology.
He shakes his head at Perceptor. "We can manage, without the shuttle. As long as there's some protocol for emergency pickup." An implied question. You never went into hostile territory without a quick exit.
"No sense sitting on a resource if others need it." Having while others had not...didn't really work for him. Stank of the gutters.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 5, 2011 21:52:45 GMT -5
"This reality it's generally wilderness in a nation we're not quite as close to, but have an extradition treaty signed with. There're enough roads that most of it's pretty accessible, a camp ground not too far from where we're heading, and a lake that, according to some of their posted reviews, has as fishing as good as the one in my reality," Rodimus cheerfully answers Drift, as he bounds into the shuttle, ignoring any implied jab. He looks back at the race car and grins brightly. "I like to check on the fishing holes," he explains.
He starts a quick pre-flight check of the controls - yes, he's piloting, and no, he's not going to crash the thing. Probably. As he does this, he glances back towards Perceptor and nods once, briefly, saying, "Sure, no reason not to keep the thing loaded up. And emergency pickup will always be, 'Whoever's nearest,' but Long Haul seems to be pretty good at keeping track of what shuttles or what spacers are where and how much room they've got." He shakes his head, then shrugs. "For someone who claims to hate his job, he's pretty thorough."
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 8, 2011 21:20:44 GMT -5
"Do we have permission from the Americans to, ah, 'camp out', so to speak?" Perceptor asks as he climbs aboard the shuttle.
He'd rather assumed, once Rodimus had stated that he would be joining them, that the young Prime would be piloting the shuttle, actually. Not that Roddy is a control freak, but the opportunity to hot-dog and enjoy himself is not one that Perceptor can imagine Rodimus passing up.
"There is also always the option of opening a spacebridge portal upon our coordinates. Or as close to them as possible," he adds. "And I agree; Long Haul has shown considerable aptitude, regardless of his protests." He pauses to smile. "Has he ever been officially designated the Autobot Logistician?"
Perceptor tucks himself into a seat on the shuttle, leaving a space for Drift that allows the swordsmech to not be forced to have his back to the door, but yet keeps himself between Perceptor and the door; he's been learning, and he's slowly getting used to having someone looking after him, even when it's hardly necessary.
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Post by Drift on Oct 8, 2011 21:34:52 GMT -5
"Fishing holes." He tilts his head at Rodimus. ....no idea what those are. Or why Rodimus seems so enthusiastic about it. "They need to be monitored." He can add that to his list of known hazards, then.
He has his own thoughts about Long Haul and thoroughness from their encounter in the medbay, but he's learned to keep his thoughts to himself. Thorough. That'll cover it.
He frowns at Perceptor's question. "Permission?" Yes, Perceptor gets the extra effort of Drift actually inflecting a question. He frowns. Ownership. Rights. Permission. Too many problems. One benefit of war is that ownership meant the ground you were standing on and whatever was in range.
He steps into the shuttle positioning himself next to Perceptor. However rough the drop, he was pretty sure he was a wilder driver.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 8, 2011 23:24:55 GMT -5
Rodimus shrugs at Perceptor's first question. "Don't know. You're the one who invited me!" Then he grins wide. "Don't worry, I'll let them know on my way in. I'm sure as long as we pay the camping fees, we should be good to go."
The young Prime finishes the pre-flight checks and turns on the engines, activating the controls that will open the hanger door. He shrugs when Perceptor asks about Long Haul's position. "You're his superior, Perceptor. Any ranks or titles among the engineers and scientists would be up to you and Botanica - wouldn't want to step on your toes." He smirks faintly. "Well, any more than usual, anyway."
He glances back towards Drift, though the motion is only brief, since he needs to keep his eyes generally forward as he flies. "'Fishing holes' would be bodies of water, lakes and rivers, that hold a lot of fish in them, Drift. Humans... and, sometimes, visitors... attempt to catch them for sport. But if you want to throw in a line, that's one way to 'monitor' it!" he finishes cheerfully.
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 19, 2011 20:14:57 GMT -5
Monitored? Fishing holes?
Oh dear. Drift seems to have gotten the wrong impression. Perceptor forgets that Drift has no experience with Earth. Actually, there are a lot of their number who have no real experience with Earth, including the aforementioned Long Haul.
Perceptor doesn't quite manage to curb the small chuckle that escapes him at Drift's comment. "They are not a threat, Drift," he assures the Knight. "Not in that manner, at least. The worst risk is getting wet, really."
"And yes, permission. It is not our world, and the humans can be... somewhat possessive of their spaces."
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