Blast Off
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I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.
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Post by Blast Off on Nov 13, 2011 23:03:16 GMT -5
Earth, Month 2, Week 3, Day 1, semi-private, on the other side of Titan
Blast Off lands on a relatively clear expanse of blue rock. It feels crumbly under his landing gear, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like this trip, either. He feels hungry, and having people inside him is annoying, and he has... other issues that he doesn't want to discuss with anyone.
He drops his gangplank and announces to his interior, "Everyone out at once."
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Fracture
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In These Shoes? Okay!
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Post by Fracture on Nov 14, 2011 16:45:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Fracture flings herself out of Blast Off's hatch as soon as he orders them out. Slag, it's good to have her feet on the ground again! Her fighting in a spaceship never ended well.
Mostly 'cause her commander didn't like the added time of repairs. She figured Blast Off would be even less into it.
She looks around rocky clearing in the middle of the blue forest. Wow, Knock Out would love it here. "Sooooooo, who's got the energy doohickey?"
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 15, 2011 8:34:39 GMT -5
Slugslinger debarks in a much more leisurely fashion than Fracture did, practically swaggering down the gangplank. He looks around with half a grin, taking in the very blue landscape. He doesn't even touch ground until he's satisfied himself with as much of a 360° look-see as he can manage from right beside Blast Off. When he does finally step clear, he decides he doesn't know what to make of the way the stone feels underfoot. It doesn't feel the way he expects a flat, smooth-looking span like this to feel. He frowns, tapping at it with his toe. Then he shrugs and looks away.
What does he know about rocks anyway?
"What, this thing?" he wonders, hefting up the device. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. How come this place is all blue?" Probably some odd mineral content, he thinks, but he abandons that line of contemplation as unimportant. Better to ask the stupid question for appearance's sake.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Nov 15, 2011 21:04:04 GMT -5
Fleetwind exits Blast Off swiftly, just as commanded, his steps light and brisk as they always are. He surveys the land, frowning, and shrugs. He doesn't actually speak up to answer Slugslinger, figuring that the other Decepticon was being rhetorical, and not wanting to draw the troll's attention besides.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Nov 16, 2011 19:52:48 GMT -5
Bonecrusher tromps off out of Blast Off in typical foul mood, 'accidentally' knocking a shoulder against the hatchway just to express his disapproval of Blast Off's existence. He glares at a blue tree as though it growing there is a personal affront to him, and offers Slugslinger the incredibly helpful answer of, "I hate it."
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Nov 16, 2011 20:21:10 GMT -5
Blast Off transforms and clutches at his midsection, wobbling a bit. He exhales, "I need energy." Then he eyes the others, the glint in his optics suggesting that he is perhaps trying to decide how hard it would be to eat one of them.
Then he wheezes, "Of course, this moon should have what I need... and more." That is why they are there! Now someone find Blast Off a sandwich before he decides that the Air Commander is delicious.
He pulls out his ionic blaster and grips it one-handed. Then Blast Off staggers off into the blue forest even though he feels like fainting from lack of energy.
They are not alone, as it turns out. In fact, there is an astrologer priest and his scribe out for a stroll to sneer at the peasants. Okay, the scribe isn't sneering, he is a serious and worried-looking young man, but Jero is! Jero sneers so hard.
Then Jero sights the party of Decepticons and is dumbstruck. He blinks many times and finally calls out, both reverent and fearful, "The sky gods!"
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Fracture
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In These Shoes? Okay!
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Post by Fracture on Nov 16, 2011 21:46:10 GMT -5
But the Air Commander is delicious!
"Hey! I'm not carrying your neutronium-wings if you collapse!" Fracture yells, trotting off after Blast Off. Is there energy in this direction? Who knows? That's what the officer is for!
She blinks her optics as the... soft purple squish says his piece. Then she twists to look back behind her at the other Decepticons, then back at him. Then back behind her one more time. "Where?"
Jerking a thumb at Slugslinger, she adds, "I really hope you don't mean him."
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 17, 2011 10:40:49 GMT -5
Nobody needs to be eating Slugslinger. He'll give them the worst case of indigestion they've ever had, either from all the green energon taint or from all the disruptor bolts and electrostatic blasts he'll pour into them. He rolls his eyes dramatically at Bonecrusher's back and doesn't even bother looking at Blast Off while the shuttle flees into the woods; he's too busy peering at Fleetwind's back. If anything, being ignored draws more of his attention. He likes a challenge.
"Ah, let him try and find some snacks," he says, hefting up the detector. He can deal with Fleetwind later. "If he passes out, we'll just bring him back something, I guess." Well, they'll have to if they want to get off this rock, but it doesn't mean Slugslinger won't dangle it over Blast Off's head if he gets the chance.
He's hardly gone another two or three steps – not even having activated the detector yet – when the little fleshy shows up. And calls them sky gods. Now, Slugslinger actually pauses and considers whether or not to take advantage of this. On the one hand, this is an opportunity rife with promise for sowing discord and messing with everybody he can. He'd be a fool to give it a miss. On the other hand – and this is the part where he feels a little chill of dread tease along his control surfaces – he reflexively shies from the idea of pretending to be a god-figure. Even he hasn't that much hubris, and secretly, he fears the retribution that will come from his boss, whose presence is most keenly felt in this strange reality, if he crosses the line. And the line could be anywhere. Unicron can be fickle that way; and Primus is such an unknown factor that Slugslinger's oil runs cold just trying to comprehend his wrath.
In the end, however, Slugslinger decides to roll with it. If the outcome is favourable enough, he'll be forgiven, he's sure. Perhaps even rewarded.
"Maybe he means all 'a us," he says in a low voice, not quite threatening for that bit of insult on her part, as he saunters past Fracture. "Yeah," he answers the little alien guy much more loudly. "And I don't see you bowing."
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Nov 17, 2011 22:17:58 GMT -5
Fleetwind's optics open wide. Sky gods? He looks around, checking for someone else, because let's face it, no one mistakes Fleetwind for a god. While he doesn't do anything to undermine Slugslinger's god act, he does look on in concern, studying the priest and the scribe intently and wondering, perhaps, if this isn't one of those cultures that periodically sacrifices their god-representatives or something along those lines.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Nov 19, 2011 19:30:11 GMT -5
Bonecrusher lumbers up to loom over the aliens, glaring hatefully. Sky gods? Whatever. Who cares about gods, or people thinking they're gods. If Bonecrusher was a god he'd just kill everyone anyway.
"We should crush 'em," he grumbles, reaching out a slow hand. He'll stop if one of the higher rankers tells him off, but he won't be happy about it. But then, when is he happy?
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Nov 20, 2011 0:13:45 GMT -5
There are two interesting things to note about Jero and the scribe. They are both dressed entirely in purple. They are also both missing their right eyes. When Slugslinger says he wants bowing, they hit the dirt, quite literally. Jero, self-serving worm that he is, pleads, "You must mean that you wish to crush the unbelievers who have vexed your temple!"
Blast Off knows what real gods are like. They're annoying. One god will try to eat your planet, and the other god will be your planet and will promptly start going to pieces and try to vomit itself up. Blast Off is not keen on doing either of those things. He's hungry, yes, but planets are not on his menu, and going to pieces is...
No.
He looks back at Slugslinger and comments, "Perhaps they could bow more deeply."
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Fracture
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Post by Fracture on Nov 20, 2011 13:39:30 GMT -5
"Man, I am all for crushing unbelievers!" Fracture says, even as she reaches out to thwack Bonecrusher's hand aside. "I bet Bonecrusher's all for it, too. You know, him, real party guy!"
This says things about Fracture's definitions of 'parties'. Perfectly understandable things if you've hung out with her before.
OOC: Bonecrusher-whacking with permission.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 21, 2011 7:37:06 GMT -5
Blast Off has no idea how crazy this whole venture is going to drive Slugslinger. One of those true gods is his boss, and his boss is the end of all things. He has to hope his performance amuses or he's certain he'll be facing wrath on a cosmic level for his hubris.
It's amazing, he thinks to himself, how big he's allowed to let his ego get so long as he doesn't start having a god complex. Amazing and liberating.
"Exactly," Slugslinger says quickly – and how smooth of Fracture to step in like that! – and turns a threatening glare on Bonecrusher. It may not mean much to the brute, but Bonecrusher's big surly act doesn't faze him, and Slugslinger has zero problems turning his rank and his disruptor cannon on the other Decepticon just to shut him up. Or for amusement. Or whatever reason he can find, really. "Now," and he turns back to the curiously one-eyed fleshies, "you were saying?" He doesn't tell them to get up just yet.
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Nov 21, 2011 15:53:16 GMT -5
Fleetwind frowns, pursing his lips and narrowing his optics as he studies the scribe in the priest, but he doesn't say anything quite yet. Instead, he glances back at the other Decepticons, perhaps trying to get a guage on their reactions.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Nov 24, 2011 0:32:19 GMT -5
Bonecrusher growls loudly at Fracture and for a moment looks like he might punch her, but he stands down, simply crossing his arms irritably and meeting Slugslinger's glare. "Whatever."
If they decide to form a pantheon, Bonecrusher has dibs on 'God of Wrath'.
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