Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jan 11, 2012 22:30:43 GMT -5
Blast Off takes to his feet surprisingly gracefully. He is hungry and weak, yes, but he has his dignity.
The statue is pretty darn old, if anyone has the equipment to check it. Jero explains, "By the near star's reckoning..."
It comes out to be about 65.5 million Earth years ago.
A rigid, corrupt priest caste can keep stasis for a long, long time.
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Fracture
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Post by Fracture on Jan 12, 2012 21:50:19 GMT -5
Fracture honks in shock. That's- Holy crapweasels, that's a long time by Transformer standards.
"Uh. Sir? Did you get that? Because I thiiiiiink the reports said Lord- Chugway left us, uh, not that long ago."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 15, 2012 11:10:11 GMT -5
OOC: Bonecrusher has timed out, I think. Skipping.
Outwardly, Slugslinger frowns in bemusement at the news, as though he can't quite get his processors around the full import of it.
"Yeah," he mutters dimly, "that's weird." To himself, he marvels in disbelief at the gap in time. It wasn't all that long ago that Shockwave blew himself up – certainly not an epoch. He fires off a report on the broadband, not particularly caring if it actually reaches or not; he can't remember if he's too far for transmissions to reach the crew back at Earth, but things here are more interesting anyway. "Y'know what else is 'weird'?" he wonders with conspicuous emphasis on weird as he holds up the scanner for the other Decepticons to see the display.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jan 15, 2012 21:40:01 GMT -5
Fleetwind tip-taps near enough to actually see the scanner, and frowns, tilting his head.
"Energon crystals?" he asks, confused. Given the way this reality has lacked every indication of the existence of Cybertronians up until now, the Seeker isn't sure whether this is stranger or less strange than finding out that Shockwave apparently left this moon eons before he arrived in this reality.
Actually, strike that. The two are probably connected.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jan 18, 2012 23:05:51 GMT -5
"As are the crystals, the logic of Chugway is not for mortals," Jero says, as if he has said it many times before.
"But aren't these gods?" Ehren, that scribe who was hiding, emerges to point out.
"Then the crystals are theirs," Jero observes. The crystals aren't for mortals, these are not mortals...
"...I do not think that was Chugway's intention," Ehren says, frowning.
Oh look, religious schism brewing.
Blast Off perks up, "Does the scanner say if they are edible? Besides, we have not seen any time vortices. There would have been one by now if there was a real problem with spacetime."
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Fracture
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Post by Fracture on Jan 19, 2012 21:54:21 GMT -5
"Only one way to find out!" Sure, there are probably dozens of ways to find out, but stuffing them down Blast Off's tanks to see if he blows up or grows to Godzillan proportions is more entertaining than most.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 20, 2012 11:06:07 GMT -5
Slugslinger grins and shrugs. Blast Off's hungry, let him try the rock candy first, sure. But more interesting than the shuttle's low fuel state, thinks Slugslinger, is that moment of disagreement between the fleshies. Is all not well in paradise? What can he do to make it worse?
"Chugway is the kinda guy who plans ahead," he says to Jero and Ehren. To the other Decepticons, he adds in a deliberately unctuous fashion, "Who are we to turn down a present he left us?" He waves his free hand in the general direction of the crystals as indicated by the scanner. Hand still raised, he fixes his gaze sidelong on the scribe and dials up the luminosity in his right optic only. He's got his eye on you, doubtful one.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jan 20, 2012 19:58:28 GMT -5
"They're energon crystals, they should be edible," Fleetwind observes, then frowns. "Unless they're poisoned." He considers whether he cares whether or not Blast Off consumes poisoned crystals, then concludes that Blast Off is his ride home and therefore he does. He attempts to take the scanner from Slugslinger's hand, if allowed, and even if not allowed, peers closer at the results.
"They should be safe to eat, though a little unstable. I don't suggest dropping them or tossing them around, and I'd be careful breaking off a chunk." Of course, energon itself can be pretty volatile at times. It should be safe when it's in the system, right? And if not, best for Blast Off to try it first. They can probably get another ride home.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jan 21, 2012 9:04:59 GMT -5
Bonecrusher looms mostly silently next to the other Decepticons, but lets out a low growl at Ehren, as if to say 'let us have these crystals and we'll smash you into a pulp.' Or should that be 'OR we'll smash you into a pulp'? Bonecrusher knows which option he prefers.
"I hope it explodes in your fuel tanks," he mutters at Blast Off.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jan 25, 2012 12:42:26 GMT -5
Ehren backs down, quailing, and makes a mental note to accidentally on purpose over-count the tithe the next time to let the farmers keep more of their crops.
Blast Off grumbles, "So you want to spent the rest of your... 'immortality' on this mudball? 'Chugway' didn't."
"The crystals are right this way," Jero offers.
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Fracture
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Post by Fracture on Jan 25, 2012 13:25:55 GMT -5
"That's what transition forms are for," Fracture says, darting in to herd Bonecrusher along in the general direction of where they need to go. Look, she is easily amused. If trying to play sheepdog to a bigger and ornierier sheep makes her happy, let her do it. The purple squish leads them off to a series of caves filled with energon crystals. Fracture honks happily and goes dashing off to explore.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jan 29, 2012 9:48:43 GMT -5
Slugslinger doesn't stop Fleetwind from taking the scanner; he's bored with carrying it at this point, as it's already detected the crystals. He's slow to follow the others, watching Jero and Ehren, and looking around in case of other Shockwave-loving fleshies to screw with.
Shockwave. He got stranded on this floating rock and ended up with his own cult. The idea makes Slugslinger chortle quietly. If there is truly a Unicron here and he's anything like the Unicron that Slugslinger thinks he knows, Shockwave will get his in time. But there's nothing says Slugslinger can't… try to earn a few brownie points. He's temporarily derailed from that train of thought by the scope and marvel of the cavern. It's almost pretty. He looks around, mouth agape on both sides, and pauses to take in the amazing thing that is electric lava.
"Nice place," he decides.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jan 29, 2012 18:17:24 GMT -5
Fleetwind goes quiet to follow, lightly tip-tapping on his way to the cavern. Once he enters, his optics go wide and he checks the sensor again. "Impressive," he says softly.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jan 29, 2012 21:44:34 GMT -5
Bonecrusher aims a lazily elbow and some grumbled expletives in Fracture's direction, but otherwise lets himself be herded along.
Huh. That is an impressive amount of energon. But he isn't about to admit that out loud, so he'll just glare grumpily at everything as usual and mutter, "I hate it."
Really, he's worse than a broody teenager. Can't take him anywhere.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Jan 30, 2012 12:30:08 GMT -5
Blast Off is way too hungry to care about the electric lava, though he will boggle over it later. Right now, he's just interested in grabbing crystals and wolfing them down. How he does this without a mouth is a mystery.
Ehren looks deeply, deeply unhappy over this development. Jero is more trying to think of how he can use it to his advantage.
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