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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 4, 2011 20:01:42 GMT -5
"And makin' yourself incomprehensible to the rest of us?" Impactor grouses. "We're already speakin' an alien language more often then our own just to accommodate folks." This just might be something of a sore point for Impactor.
He takes another drink at the headshot, and then watches as the scene cuts to an older Beta. He's now in charge of a group of soldiers on a moon, and is apparently dealing with a messenger or ambassador of some sort from an alien species, and by 'dealing with' it is meant 'pushing him down a convenient pit.' Impactor snorts. "None of this, 'be friendly to the aliens' stuff with them, is there?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 5, 2011 18:52:47 GMT -5
"It's all Greek to me1," Pee-Dee chirps at Impactor.
Hey, drinking game rules! This bodes! Bodes well! So does the fact the movie shifts from killing giant mining worms to pushing ambassadors down deep holes.
"This is way more interesting than 'Autobot Ferule' already," she comments.
Then Beta puts a call in to the Lord High Protector for backup, because she's only got three hundred troops in this garrison. Plus the accountant, who looks like he could beat someone to death with his datapad.
"Way more interesting," Pee-Dee repeats as she goes to grab herself a cube.
1. Julius Caesar, Shakespeare
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 6, 2011 14:50:10 GMT -5
"Impactor, you never listen to anything I say, so I don't see why this should bother you," Emirate Xaaron observes, smirking.
He squints and mutters, "I think that the aliens offered some mortal insult. I would have to check with someone from that reality to be sure."
The Lord High Protector, who is being played by an absolutely gorgeous actor, if one likes bladed naked robots (in fact, pretty much every 'good guy' character in this movie is played by someone either stunningly beautiful or handsome in a gritty military way) looks harried when he appears on the communication screen.
It turns out that the Council is having an emergency meeting to cut military funding, and Megatron must be there to argue against their plan. Moreover, all military actions have been frozen until further notice. Megatron can send Beta no help.
Three hundred soldiers and one accountant are on their own against the coming storm.
A youngish-looking greenish pickup truck thinks those odds sound great.
Emirate Xaaron complains lowly, "Why are there never holos about Battle Politicians?" and he takes a drink because the council is being pointlessly obstructive.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 7, 2011 19:01:24 GMT -5
Impactor also takes a drink, but his expression twists into one of irritation. "Only three hundred? Only? What the blazes are they fighting that that's considered bad odds? Or are they just that bad?" Really, it seems pretty absurd to him.
His optics narrow at the young green pick-up, and he snorts. "That'd better not supposed to be who I think it's supposed to be." Damned hippy!
The group moves out to fortify their positions, and Impactor observes, "You know, calling a moon 'a narrow pass' is kinda stretching some words. I guess maybe they'll need their three hundred to cover the area, after all."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 7, 2011 22:45:54 GMT -5
"But man, when I find her, we're gonna have some bad-aft wine-tastings.1" Pee-Dee grins at Emirate Xaaron briefly before turning her attention back to the movie.
Hey, look, it's another alien messenger! A mouthy one.
When one of the jet flips out and into jet-mode then sheers through the alien's head with the leading edge of his wing, Pee-Dee raises her cube in a toast before taking a drink.
1. How I Met Your Mother
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 12, 2011 11:44:51 GMT -5
After the messengers, it more or less seems like they are fighting the Consu, who are depicted here as about the same size as a Transformer, equipped with a secondary set of great scything limbs, equipped with a primary set of arms that carry blasters about equivalent to a Transformer's own, have a heavily armoured carapace, and are all carrying personal shield generators, so it takes at least two shots to take them down: one shot to take down the shield and one shot to kill, and that's assuming that second shot hits a vulnerable spot and not just armoured carapace. Also, there is a very large number of these things, and they are using intelligent tactics, instead of just piling on Our Heroes in huge numbers. The greenish truck chatters to a red and brown racecar, "Race you to the shield generator!" "You'll be eating my dust," the racecar says scornfully. "I'll be eating something," cheerily says the truck, and they are off driving through a pack of aliens. The truck tends to just drive over the enemies, running them down, whereas the racecar keeps pulling these amazing trick shots, ricocheting a shot off one alien's shield generator and into one whose shield has already been taken down and so on. Oh dear. Is this the obligatory tragic romance subplot? But they get to shield generator, and things start to make a little more sense. The moon has the shield generator that protects Cybertron from large-scale attack, but because the moon is making the shield, it is outside of it. If the moon's shield goes down, all of Cybertron is left wide open. This is probably not historically accurate. Meanwhile, Emirate Xaaron takes a drink for that jet-beheading prior. He reminds, "Impactor, they can't restore from disc like we can," except that neither Impactor nor Emirate Xaaron can restore from disc, actually, Impactor because his head is messed up and Emirate Xaaron because officers aren't allowed to store their minds on disc in general. "That makes death much more final in their reality and less of a fluid state."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 14, 2011 17:44:46 GMT -5
Impactor takes one drink for the jet beheading, and another when a shot from the race car takes out yet another enemy. He glowers at Emirate Xaaron when the Emirate takes of how not-final their death is. So far as he's concerned, he could do with it being a bit more final where he's from. "Lucky them," he grunts.
By now, he's pretty much given up on making sense of anything Pee-Dee says, or anything Emirate Xaaron says to Pee-Dee, so he doesn't comment on the Copper-Junk's observation.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 17, 2011 13:08:19 GMT -5
Pee-Dee is too caught up in the movie to notice Impactor's lack of talking to her. As far as she's concerned, not talking during a movie is ideal. Unless it's a bad movie.
The movie cuts from the mechs at the shield generator to the general representing the God-Queen of the Consu. She seems displeased. Fortunately, the director knew he was creating for a Transformers audience, so her expressions come across in Transformers body-language on an alien form. It's a bit strange.
"They do not plan to surrender peacably," a messenger reports, holding the head of the last unfortunate messenger.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 18, 2011 22:04:29 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron shoots a sidelong concerned look at Impactor and tries to put a hand on his lower arm. This may well result in his hand being removed by a cranky zombie, but...
...but he doesn't like it when Impactor, however obliquely, expresses that he wishes he was dead. Emirate Xaaron is selfish. He wants Impactor around, even if it is half a life. Even if Impactor doesn't want to be around.
"What of our mole?" booms the God-Queen.
There is a pan-cut to a green Transformer with red optics. He might be a submarine? It's hard to tell. He's small and weedy. He's also a lobbyist delaying the Council proceedings, which is keeping Megatron stuck in Legislative Hell. Megatron looks like he is seriously considering tearing - Triton, was it? - in half.
Emirate Xaaron grimly takes a drink.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 19, 2011 21:38:36 GMT -5
Impactor's orange optics flicker briefly red, and he frowns and leans forward as the mole is revealed, taking another drink from his cube. Perhaps oddly, he doesn't remove Emirate Xaaron's hand. Perhaps he's distracted by the movie's revelation. Or the alcohol.
"Triton?" he asks, expression thoughtful. "I've heard that name recently..." He's been doing a lot of file reading, but that doesn't mean he has instant recall of even the smallest details.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 20, 2011 20:05:53 GMT -5
Pee-Dee takes a drink, her grin no longer fading in between drinks. She's still obviously enthralled by the movie, though.
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason, and plot," she chirps as the movie cuts back to Our Heroes on the moon.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 20, 2011 22:19:35 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron tries to pull up what Pee-Dee said means on his datapad with his free hand. Guy Fawkes? Huh. Earth history sure is weird! He explains, "So the Englandic humans celebrate the failure to blow something up on the Fifth of November, that's what she's talking about it."
Back to the action! Beta's crew are piling bodies into abstract sculptures to show their defiance.
The Consu have cracked out the big guns... which sort of look like Consu crossed with elephants, so this is probably nightmare fuel for someone.
One of the likeable young ladies in Beta's crew goes surfing from Hellephant to Hellephant, lancing them in the back of the neck.
And then she is drawn and quartered by tentacle-trunks.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 22, 2011 18:57:05 GMT -5
"Why the hell would you celebrate not blowing something up? Isn't not blowing up the normal state for most things, assuming Twin Twist's not involved?" Well, there are a few other Wreckers whose involvement dramatically increases the odds of something blowing up, but all of that is beside the point.
Impactor ponders whether a lance to the back of the neck counts as a 'head-shot.' He decides that he wants it to and takes one long guzzle to make up for all the Hellephants killed. When done, he asks, "So can those guys be put back together from that? Head's undamaged, but apparently not everyone needs their head."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 22, 2011 20:05:47 GMT -5
"No." Pee-Dee jabs a finger at Emirate Xaaron and says in English, "No. You're paying too much attention to the human context, and you're not paying attention to the context I'm speaking in."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 24, 2011 22:46:08 GMT -5
"Beware of traitors?" Emirate Xaaron hazards, frowning. He takes another drink and tries to lean slightly against Impactor. "I think it depends on how surprised they are when they're attacked."
Then lovely lady's equally lovely lady friend goes berserk and charges into the fray and then Beta drags her out and tells her not to be a dip and throw her life away over her dead friends. There are reasons to live!
And then it cuts to a makeout session between the green truck and the brown racecar.
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