Omega Supreme
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Shorter and Coloured Funny but Still Angry as the Pit
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 3, 2009 19:15:16 GMT -5
OOC: Okay!
Autobots:
If you want to be onboard Omega Supreme as crew, feel free to claim you were assigned as aboard on him.
If you want to be onboard Omega Supreme as a stowaway, you can do that too!
Decepticons:
If you are space-capable and want to be following Omega Surpeme, you can!
If you aren't space capable but fit inside someone is, ask them if you can get a ride.
Omega Supreme is going to randomly explode and crash, like in the God Gambit. You do not know this ICly, though if you're from the right reality and time period, you may know that Omega Supreme randomly explodes and crashes sometimes. He'll crash on Pz'Zazz, thereby necessitating the Autobots to go looking for his parts in a mafia, gang, and thief infested city.
The passengers can walk out completely unscathed. They seemed fine when he crashed in the God Gambit. The passengers can also be injured if they want to be.
I'll give a few round of random people in space wandering inside Omega Supreme and possibly random Decepticons in space spying on Omega Supreme, if they so desire.
Then I light this candle.
Omega Supreme would like to be able to say that it feels good to stretch out and fly in space again.
But he really doesn't feel much of anything at all.
He never does.
Omega Supreme and his crew have been dispatched to do some scouting of systems near their main route, looking for supplies and answers. There is apparently at least one habitable planet capable of interstellar spacefaring technology in this system, to judge by the ships that now show up on his object tracking screen.
Some are sleek pleasure vessels, the yachts of space. Most, however, look like merchant vessels and ratty ones at that. One, far off, appears to be malfunctioning, barely operational, a true piece of junk.
None of them look Cybertronian.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 3, 2009 20:02:02 GMT -5
Long Haul is on board Omega and antsy. Sure, he's happy to be out and about with his friend, but he's happier to be out S'plorin'! instead of stuck on the Event Horizon doing inventories. Granted, he's mostly along because as a supply specialist, he has the best idea on how to look for what they need, but still.
S'plorin'!
He sits in his seat, feet swinging, occasionally bouncing a little. Until finally, he asks, "So, we there yet?"
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Post by Ramulus on Oct 5, 2009 7:24:04 GMT -5
Ramulus scoffs, pressing back into his chair, arms crossed deviantly. "Let's hope so". He's being a snarky dog at the moment, but then again, can anyone blame him?
A merry voice cuts the mood, "Awh c'mon, Ramulus, don't be like that! Relax, take a look outside, enjoy!" It belongs to Skid-Z, who halts behind the Maximal and reaches out to graze the Ibex horns on Ramulus's backside like he knows it will annoy him like no other. "I. hate. spaceships... and this ain't no petting zoo, you glitchin'...." the goat bites back, pulls his horns out of touch reach and swipes at the source. "Well, that's your problem, ain't it?" With that, the black-magenta-teal racer avoids the swipe chuckling, stepping back easily, "Whatcha looking at anyway?"
With a sigh in defeat, Ramulus handwaves, resting chin on the other hand, "Atomic readouts in the atmosphere around Omega Supreme, not really my field, but space debris is geology in some way" For all it matters right now, it's something to do.
----------------------------------------------------- ((Apologies for the shared entrypoint, just cut in upon and they'll sort themselves out. Skid-Z could move out further in the ship for instance.))
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Post by Springer on Oct 5, 2009 12:55:51 GMT -5
"Not quite, Long Haul, but we're closer than we were earlier," answers a green and grey mech, standing in front of a console and gazing out at the surrounding space. At least until Ramulus and Skid-Z start bickering, which causes Springer to glance in their direction, but the situation is quickly defused.
Springer then returns to his watch, arms crossed. Omega Supreme is no Xantium, but he does a darn good job.
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Post by Elita-1 on Oct 5, 2009 16:29:10 GMT -5
Elita-1 had jumped at the chance to hitch a ride along with Omega and the exploration crew. Much like Long Haul, she's antsy, curious and excited all at once.
Skid-z and Ramulus's antics make her chuckle before her attention once again wanders to the others in the company. She smiles at Long Haul.
"Don't know, but that's kinda the point isn't it? We don't really have a 'there' to go to yet." She looks over at monitors. "Though we do seem to be coming up on someplace that may be interesting."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 5, 2009 17:01:55 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is along on an away ship because he is clearly a master of diplomacy and tact in foreign relations.
Or perhaps whatever officer assigned him here was toking the good stuff.
Sentinel Prime just thinks it is a conspiracy.
He has spent as much time as possible hiding behind manly, heroic Elita-1, because Ramulus frankly terrifies him. He can't hose Ramulus down with high pressure water. He can't boot Ramulus out the airlock. He can't order someone to mop the place down.
Sentinel Prime holds his shield in his hands, staring at it, and he's tempted to just activate it and hide inside the protective forcefield.
Twitch.
Twitch.
Twitch.
He straightens and peers over her shoulder, toward the middle distance, in dramatic fashion. Sounding almost tired, he cautions Elita-1, "Elita-1, this isn't training any more, and something every soldier learns, right away, is - interesting times are a curse."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 5, 2009 17:20:08 GMT -5
OOC: More crew/spies/whatever can feel free to show up. Just posting because I feel like it. A few more rounds before I go boom.
The rusty ship in the distance drifts as if the pilots are severely incompetent and seems to be flying unshielded. Most of the local traffic seems to be avoiding it.
Omega Supreme rumbles an answer to Long Haul. even though the question has already been answered, "Negative".
The screen brings up a read out of the orbital ephemeris for Ramulus.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Oct 5, 2009 18:11:40 GMT -5
Whirligig really shouldn't be here, not having been assigned as part of the exploration team but, well, he's bored. Sure there's some entertaining stuff on the ship, but there's no fun of the dangerous kind. He's a bot who needs his fix of thrills, and as realistic as the holo-room-thingies can get, he's dealt with enough fake-reality to last him a lifetime. He needs some real, solid, risky reality, and exploring the unknown seemed like a good enough source of potential risk as any.
It was either that or go dancing on the Event Horizon's hull.
So he'd crept aboard Omega Supreme, wondering if the ship-bot would just notice him sneaking about his innards and have him kicked off, but had apparently gone unnoticed or been dismissed. Then he'd found himself a nice little largely-hidden nook that someone of size really shouldn't be able fit into but managed to contort himself into anyway. Flexibility sure has its advantages!
And that's where he stayed, hip cramping merrily and half-way napping.
OOC: Skippable unless he's noticed/pointed out. Lemme know if I should change anything about this.
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Post by Makeshift on Oct 5, 2009 20:55:10 GMT -5
Makeshift's entire purpose on this trip likely has to do with his map-making software. Or maybe it's in case the locals are closer to his scale and someone needs to enter buildings. Perhaps someone thought bringing a rescue specialist, even one not particularly skilled in repair, was a good idea. Maybe they just wanted one more without crowding all the bulks in.
Alternately, it's because Makeshift requested to go along, just to get off the Event Horizon for a little while. Big as the ship may be, it's begun to close in on him. But hey, at least it hasn't exploded like his last trip through space.
Makeshift is really going to hate this trip soon.
In the meantime, he's entertaining himself by watching the stars, tracing imaginary constellations as they pass by the monitors.
OOC: Skippable unless addressed, until boom-time.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 5, 2009 20:56:37 GMT -5
Long Haul isn't the most observant sort (really, he'd make a poor explorer), so he certainly hasn't noticed the half-way napper in the back. He looks up at Springer and nods. "Oh, that's good to know." Then turns his head towards Elita. "Whaddaya mean, don't have a 'there' yet? How can we not have a 'there'? We got a here, don't we?" Finally, he twists towards Sentinel. He seems awful skittery, doesn't he?
"Hey, uhm, Sentinel? You doing all right? You're lookin' a bit shaky!"
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Post by Ramulus on Oct 6, 2009 9:03:18 GMT -5
For a short moment, Skid-Z frowns at the screen. Riiiiight. He wanders off to do some official stuff that one could do on a ship. Like, prepare for contact.
For the trained optic, the screen shows no strange anomalies, nothing but what should be expected. Ramulus takes a quick glance at what's going on inside here at the bridge; Long Haul's inquiry has his attention turn to Sentinel hiding behind Elita-1. He frowns at him, more exactly, at the words spoken. Interesting times are a curse. Turning back to the screen silently, Ramulus traces a patch of fur on his lower arm, "...." He's entirely oblivious to the nasty treatments Sentinel just wished he could make the Maximal object of.
-------------------------------------------------- ((Skid-Z went out of view, Ramulus remains watching boring readouts - latter may be skippable unless addressed.))
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Post by Clipper on Oct 6, 2009 16:10:45 GMT -5
"And sometimes," Clipper observes airily toward Sentinal, "interesting is just that. Interesting." She sniffs delicately, and then turns away, refusing to let Mr. Sourpants there put a damper in her excitement.
Adventure! Something new! A chance to sho Holi that she can do something without being a burden! Okay, so riding along isn't much real excitement or adventure, and there's not really much she can do while safely ensconced inside Omega Supreme, but she can at least show Holi that she doesn't need baby-sitting!
Not that she minds him spending time with her, but she doesn't want him forgetting to keep an eye on himself because he's too busy guarding her. That's why she waited until the last minute to get assigned to this mmission, to keep Holi from finding out and either forbidding her, or tagging along to keep an eye on her. She can do this!
Besides, Miss Elita is here, and Clipper is certain that Miss Elita can teach her ever so much! If Mr. Sourpants lets her, that is. Harumph.
ooc: indirect posing of Holi done with permission. As is tagging along with Elita-1. Also, skippable unless needed.
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Post by Springer on Oct 7, 2009 15:58:05 GMT -5
"Interesting is also only a curse if you're not prepared for it," Springer states, turning away from his console to face the others, offering a slight smirk. "A steady hand and a good gun can take down just about any case of hostile interesting you come across." A Wrecker will always be a Wrecker.
"And if our guns don't work, we've always got Omega Supreme here," he says, patting the wall.
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Post by Elita-1 on Oct 8, 2009 9:45:10 GMT -5
"Oh, Sentinel, for goodness sakes, stop acting like such drag!" Elita-1 tilts her head back so that she can smile upside down at her friend. She's obviously teasing him. "Like Springer said, Omega's well equipped to handle most any threat. Why not just enjoy the novelty of the moment?"
She twists neck to peer at Ramulus. The Maximals fascinate her quite a bit, even if they are a bit squicky and squishy and she doesn't really want to get too close to one yet. What technology it must have taken to integrate organic and inorganic systems!
"Hey, Ramulus? Um, what exactly do you turn into? That is...if you don't mind my asking? I'm just curious, er, haven't seen anything organic before coming here at all, really...."
Wow. That came out much sounding much ruder to her than she meant it to.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 10, 2009 22:42:03 GMT -5
OOC: Skippable for now.- - - Sentinel Prime does not like the little pink woman that has stolen one of his best and perhaps only friends away from him with her bewitching spell. She's cocky, for one thing, and cocky means dead. Sentinel Prime knows. He's seen it. He sees it whenever he looks over at Elita-1. Sentinel Prime harrumphs, crosses his arms, and stalks away, still trying to stay as far away from Ramulus as possible.
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