Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Jan 6, 2009 16:33:28 GMT -5
Mind lost in what feels like a million places, senses redlighting, Skid-Z is oblivious to Emirate Xaaron's arrival. A brief flash of something black and gold rolls over his visionary net, but the racer fails to grasp at it for now.
--- Officially Skippable: He'll break away next round or the one after that, depending on Beseeching.
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Botanica-3
Cadet
Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
Posts: 73
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Post by Botanica-3 on Jan 7, 2009 11:04:12 GMT -5
Interruptions! So many damned interruptions! Do these other Autobots not understand when running away is the better part of valor? Can that not see it, not hear the Chaos-song's play, not fear?
She twists only her head back this time, making an almost 360 degree turn to glare over at the blackened Emirate. So. This one, he has more spirit than that broken wreck she'd seen from time to time. But does he care about his people, or more about his power, hmmm? He sees his foundling, and sees her, and he assumes.
"I am not neeear him. I sit heeeeere, and he fell theeeeere, for his mind could not the darknesssss take. I've touched him not, foolisssssh Gold Man. Take the childe if you so wish; 'tis not his fate that's bound to mine. 'Tis your Red Knight that worriesssss me, for what one uses the other must also hold caged, and darkness calls to darkness, it does, it doessssss."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 7, 2009 18:05:28 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron attempts to kneel at Skid-Z's side on one knee to give him a good shake. If the racer does not rouse, Emirate Xaaron will simply have to drag him off to triage.
He hears the chaos, perhaps more strongly than most, and he denies it. In his reality, all Transformers descend from Primus, the one set to oppose Unicron, to stand against the howling dark and and the chaos. To deny it is simply to be himself, his most basic nature.
Emirate Xaaron is not at all amused by the plant lady calling him foolish, but her words catch his attention, and he demands, "What is the Prime to you?"
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Botanica-3
Cadet
Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
Posts: 73
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Post by Botanica-3 on Jan 8, 2009 11:32:09 GMT -5
Whatever the Red Knight is doing, it seems to lessen the pounding of the darkness upon her spark, and the fire within dies ever so slightly. It is enough for her voice to even out, for the most part, and for her to slither partially around to face the Emirate who has so challenged her.
"To me?" she spits, "To me he is nothing, save Chaos and Darkness, the Warchilde who would see all burn even as they praise his name. He thinks himself a god on par with his likeness, on par with the one trapped within, and he is lost to avarice and power, to shadow and flame. But despite all he feels like home, and I am drawn to such a signature."
She laughs bitterly, "'Tis what he carries, Golden Man, that keeps me here watching, waiting, for it can not be lost. If it is lost than I am lost and that I can not suffer!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 10, 2009 18:00:19 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron attempts to get a grip on Skid-Z's shoulders, since he is starting to worry that he will have to haul the racer off.
Infinite sadness, tempered by undying resolve, takes hold on Emirate Xaaron's face, and he replies gently but firmly, "No, my dear. You are already lost."
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Jan 11, 2009 15:28:29 GMT -5
Luckily, Skid-Z might at least keep the dignity of walking out of here on his own legs.
The moment the Emirate takes hold on his shoulder platings and the black flames completely reside from the area is the moment that dulled optics flash up in yellow life. Systems soft boot with a short little beep, and the engine revs up from deep within the first torso compound.
Skid-Z looks visibly shaken though, and for a moment does not recognize the two bots with him. Wait, now if only his second drive finishes loading... ah! Much better. "E-Emirate Xaaron!"
Optics faster than vocalizer, they lock on where the Primes had their deathmatch; shocked, the younger bot just can't keep himself from trembling. He tears his gaze away by shutting down his receptors for a moment.
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Botanica-3
Cadet
Audrey II second cousin, twice removed.
Posts: 73
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Post by Botanica-3 on Jan 12, 2009 23:04:32 GMT -5
It's done! The Red knight has won over his dark counterpart, but what has he done? Where is it, what has happened, what is left for those who watch so closely and so well?
"You think so, do you, Golden Man? Lost am I?" Her eyes narrow, and she laughs a clear sweet laugh entirely too much like her alternate's, "Lost my way, you say? Were I you, Lord of Light, I'd look where you put your own feet- and where your Prime puts his!"
With one last cackle, she dives off the metor and into the sands.
Out of thread
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 13, 2009 17:41:35 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron smiles slightly as Skid-Z awakens and replies, sounding slightly amused, "That would be correct. How are you feeling?"
His optics narrow as Botanica addresses him by a title that belongs to Primus alone - he will have to speak with her alternate. However, getting her drift, he has a radio call to make.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Jan 14, 2009 17:33:24 GMT -5
Skid-Z's look to Emirate Xaaron is nothing short from utter glee and gratitude. Seeing a good Autobot instead of just the Mad Witch after getting mindcrushed makes you look like that.
A third emotion called relief joins when Botanica-3 makes her exit. He'd almost cheer if situations weren't so grim.
"I'm.... I'm okay... Thank you" He breathes, clawing into the soil to support himself. Carefully and slightly uneven, the young scout begins to bravely raise himself back on his feet, not wanting to waste much time on behalve of the Emirate.
He's looking slightly dazed, and is fighting to keep himself upright, "Is.... Is there a basecamp or something around... I think I might want to, dunno, lay down for a while and recharge"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 14, 2009 22:59:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron notes Skid-Z's gratitude, the slight smile deepening a bit. He attempts to steady Skid-Z, if the racer will accept the support.
He says lowly - the corn may not have ears, but he does not trust this crater - "This way, Skid-Z. I believe Perceptor and some of the others have set up a triage. They can see to your injuries. I can walk you there, but I suspect that Rodimus Prime could use my help soon."
Call Emirate Xaaron an expert on antiques. He is one.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Jan 16, 2009 6:29:11 GMT -5
Skid-Z allows Emirate Xaaron to help him stabilize, lest he wants to stumble even more and perchance even fall.
He shakes his head and tries to object to the golden Autobot bringing him to repairs, "No sir, with all due respect; we can't be sure if time permits such a detour on your behalf... from my point of view the center of activity is right over there..." the bot points straight in the direction of Starscream-3, Rodimus Prime and Scourge, "I can still walk, and even transform, I know I can make it."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 17, 2009 22:12:29 GMT -5
What is with people always telling Emirate Xaaron he has more important things to do? Granted, they're generally right, but still.
Sighing, he admits, "You're probably right. Primus - or whatever you believe in - be with you, Skid-Z."
That said, he heads off toward the crater and puts in a radio call.
OOC: out of thread.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Jan 18, 2009 15:16:26 GMT -5
"Thanks for saving my spark out here" Skid-Z just replies. Nope, no Primus where he comes from.
The scout turns around to begin the walk in given direction when he hears Xaaron's call across broadband. And Skystrike-3's reply. And that of Wreckage-3.
He makes his own call add on broadband.
Out of thread.
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