Swerve-3
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Post by Swerve-3 on Jan 21, 2009 12:49:26 GMT -5
Skyfire rushes past in a white blur and Swerve manages to turn his head and sort of nod at the large Autobot's passing, overburdened mind seizing upon the brief distraction as a respite from listening. It doesn't last long; the bulk of his processing power is going toward comprehending.
Emirate Xaaron worships Unicron. This is… a strange and unhappy thing to know. Emirate Xaaron compares Unicron with Swerve. Favourably. This is even more strange and unhappy for the constable. He's always been told that Unicron is a destroyer without mercy or remorse, a thing of untold evil. The Unicron of his world may not be the same as the Unicron of Emirate Xaaron's world, he supposes. Perhaps it's as his leader says. Swerve tries to be optimistic and understanding of some things.
But Emirate Xaaron has just likened him to Unicron. Is Emirate Xaaron trying to turn him away?
"I… I don't…." His optics gutter dark for a second and a stasis lock warning flashes urgently red across his vision; he shakes his head against it.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 21, 2009 23:00:01 GMT -5
"I know that, Spinister," Mirage says, quite drily, though he allows the contact from the Targetmaster. “I am simply quite irked at the moment. And I dislike watching one person destroy another, even if such a doing might be salvation in disguise. I have never been one to find sport in another’s pain.”
“However,” he adds, optics narrowing as he watches Swerve, “if a medic does not find us soon, you may need to make him take some more repairs from you. I think he’s running on fumes as it is.”
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Emirate Xaaron-3
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Ate you alive since you were a child/That's when the monster first appeared in you
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Post by Emirate Xaaron-3 on Jan 22, 2009 14:59:43 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron would love it Swerve stayed, but he doesn't quite believe that he even deserves to be in the same room as Swerve. As such, he inherently sets himself up for failure.
He urges, "But you do! You are. You're noble and shining - you fight against tyranny, oppression, and corruption. You fight for the weak, the helpless, the innocent."
Why can't Swerve see how beautiful he is?
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jan 22, 2009 15:07:56 GMT -5
Spinister murmurs, "Hmm, have any of the bubbly around here? Transfusions are a bit of a mess."
He pauses at what he hears on the radio. A slingshot device to send them 'home'? A hostage situation?
Spinister swears quietly, "Slaggit."
He hates hostage situations, but more, he hates being down in these tunnels, baying some Autobot while he gets himself overheated by listening to some other idiot Autobot jabber when he could be out on field, actually being useful. Spinister is being somewhat uncharitable, he knows, but it does rather sound as if a sharpshooter would be of use.
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Swerve-3
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Post by Swerve-3 on Jan 26, 2009 13:46:19 GMT -5
"Emirate Xaaron, sir," croaks Swerve as he finally gives in and grasps Emirate Xaaron by the shoulders, giving his leader a pleading, searching look. "I'm not–" Not like Unicron. Not comparable with the devourer. Not the paragon of virtue his leader thinks he is. Not… not able to understand. He slumps forward, hanging his head under the weight of it.
He doesn't have enough left. Not enough time, enough energy, enough coolant, enough resolve left. The world is already going dark; his systems are shutting down one by one, he can't stay them, and he can't even muster the strength or honesty to tell Emirate Xaaron the truth. So he heaves a shallow sigh, redirects a little more power to his visual cluster to keep it online even a few more seconds, then forces himself to sit up again so he can turn a smile on Emirate Xaaron.
"…Thank you, sir," he murmurs with every erg of sincerity in him as tactile nets go offline and he can't feel the metal beneath his hands any longer. His own voice sounds oddly distant and small; Emirate Xaaron's face is out of focus, dim. "But I seem… to be passing out now. My apologies." He won't get to thank Mirage or Spinister properly, either. What a mess.
Stasis lock engages and Swerve goes still, dead weight for an instant before he begins to pale and flicker.
OOC: Gone.
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Emirate Xaaron-3
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Post by Emirate Xaaron-3 on Jan 27, 2009 18:27:57 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron's expression turns to horror and self-recrimination as he manages to get over himself and his own woes enough to notice what effect - what horribly negative effect - he's having on dear, wonderful Swerve there.
His natural response is to fall into a funk about how worthless he is, about how he's failed his Swerve, and those words are on his lips.
Then the wave takes him.
Perhaps it'll be enough of a jolt to actually make him do something useful for once.
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Jan 27, 2009 18:40:35 GMT -5
As soon as Spinister feels that odd tingle, he tries to grab Mirage and nuzzle the spy's face, in the classic sailor pose.
He'll probably miss, he'll probably regret it later, and he might get slapped, but when one is a flirty helicopter, it's just the thing to do.
Then Spinister is solid gone.
OOC: Xaaron-3 and Spinister-3 skipped Mirage with permission.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 27, 2009 19:23:36 GMT -5
Now admittedly, this isn’t exactly the proper time nor place for exploring the pros and cons of inter-dimensional relations, but when it comes to relations of most any kind, Mirage tends to expand his definitions of the proper. This is why, when Spinister grabs him and plants that quick and fleeting kiss-equivalent upon Mirage, Mirage’s first instinct is most definitely not to slap the helicopter. Instead, he turns into it, and if Primus wills then perhaps Spinster felt the brief touch of Mirage’s lips in return.
And then Spinister is gone, they are all three gone, and even knowing the wave was coming, it is still a bit of a shock. Mirage sighs and leans against the tunnel wall. He hopes they all can find whatever passes for happiness in their realm.
Pushing off from the wall, he starts back down the tunnel. Somewhere he’ll find someone who can point him toward some energon and whatever passes for a berth down here. He could use some rest.
Thread End
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