Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 11, 2009 20:15:32 GMT -5
Omega Supreme doesn't feel it coming, but he didn't feel it coming in The God Gambit, either.
One moment, he's fine.
Another moment, and there's a catastrophic oxidiser valve failure, and an explosion rocks his dorsal side. The cabin seems to be mostly intact, but his screens light up with damage reports. Listing dangerously, he goes careening towards Pz-Zazz.
He hits the atmosphere at a bad angle, and some piece break off him, burning and tumbling, but the main cabin still manages to stay fairly intact.
The ground is coming up fast.
All he can say is, "Situation: not nominal."
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 13, 2009 23:12:53 GMT -5
OOC: Terribly sorry! I didn't realize Whirligig and Makeshift were skippable!
"Wha-?!" Long Haul exclaims, hopping out of his chair. He rushes to the nearest terminal. "Omega!" he shouts, pained and worried.
Then he remembers that he doesn't actually know how to pilot a space ship.
The sensible thing would be to go back to his seat and strap himself in, but Long Haul is not sensible, he stands by the terminal, hands touching, as though to offer calm or comfort. "Come on, Omega... come on..." he murmurs.
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Post by Ramulus on Oct 14, 2009 3:32:59 GMT -5
"What exactly do I..... oh" Ramulus blinks, turning around to take in Elita-1. "Ah, yes. ....Botanica told me we need to be informative to those not from our dimension. Well...." But then Omega Supreme explodes!
Ramulus can barely grip his seat to avoid being send sprawling and his screen begins to flare up with warnings. "SLAG IT [string of non-pg-rated curses]!"
Ramulus has a very deeprooted personal reason to be very very afraid, clinging to his chair while waiting for the inevitable impact.
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Post by Springer on Oct 14, 2009 21:05:01 GMT -5
As Springer was standing during the Omega-rattling explosion, he winds up going down with a yelp. A momentary brace, and he starts to get back up. "Okay, give me a sitrep - what the hell just happened? Were we attacked?"
Once he's up on his feet, he makes sure to grab something, checking over his console. "And everyone try to keep calm - looks like the interesting found us."
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Post by Elita-1 on Oct 15, 2009 11:11:33 GMT -5
Elita, who is not strapped into her seat and is rocked back rather precariously, is not prepared for Omega Supreme to suddenly develop Super Exploding Action and go boom!
She gets tossed rather hard from her seat, smacking the back of her head against a console hard enough to knock her optics offline. She slumps to the floor as systems try to work through a reboot.
OOC: I am working overnights this weekend, and am about to crash. I can't guarantee that I'll make another post before Tues morning. At least not a coherent one. So skip me if you can. Sorry!
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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 15, 2009 21:13:31 GMT -5
This is typical enough for Omega Supreme, sadly. Long Haul could say a thing or two about how the Guardian design was never meant for space travel in the first place, never even meant to transform.
Omega Supreme rumbles over the comm, as alarm klaxons blare, "Strap in. Malfunction internal."
Then, the ground is there.
He hits nose-on, and he cracks in two, cabin falling off to the side. The brunt of the impact was absorbed by Omega Supreme himself, so those in the cabin might be fine. Any landing you can walk out of it a good landing, right?
Though, the locals are eyeing the crash with avaricious interest before the screams have even died out. The insurance claim inspectors, since the crash did end up in a slum area. The scavengers, looking at all that lovely raw metal. The street surgeons, looking for injured. The lawyers, looking for lawsuits.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 16, 2009 7:55:46 GMT -5
Long Haul does not manage to strap in in time, and ends up crashing about the cabin during impact. This seems worse than it is, since Long Haul is actually a pretty tough build, but still, he ends up in a heap on the floor - wall? and groaning. It takes a moment for him to bring his systems back up to full after such a shake-up, but eventually he starts to pull himself up. He's not yet gone outside, as he's a medic and the situation in here takes priority.
"Hey!" he shouts. "Everyone report, huh? How you all doing?" Then his optic band flares and he looks up at the ceiling (opposite wall?) and adds, voice more worried, "Omega! How 'bout you? Speak to me!"
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Post by Ramulus on Oct 16, 2009 14:12:24 GMT -5
The one moment Ramulus is bracing himself, the next he finds himself waking up confused after a blackout, locked in a bearhug with a chair, and the room in chaotic mess.
His right optics blurrs, and Ramulus vaguely recognises it as his own fluid dripping from one of the cracked metal/organic borders on his head. "...wrong head to bash with..." He groans, trying to wipe the flow away and untangle himself out of his position, "Everything's good here, Long Haul". But he will remain seated for just a while untill his alerts wear off and his autorepairs kick in, thank you very much.
------ Skid-Z, who had managed to grip a safety bar in time, is quick to dart around the room helping where necessary.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Oct 17, 2009 9:50:47 GMT -5
Whirligig is quickly roused to full wakefulness when Omega Supreme explodes, snapping to attention with an excited thought of 'Explosions, what, where?!' His excitement drops when he remembers that he's on a ship-bot and that's about the only thing around to explode. Aw scrap, again?
But instead of drifting off powerless into the depths of space, Omega proceeds to crash into a planet. Knocked forcefully from his hiding place upon impact, Whirligig goes flying out to bounce about and finally come to rest on whichever surface happened to be down at the moment. He remains sprawled and stunned for a moment before sitting up, straightening out his knot of stiff limbs - and he still has all of them this time!
Swaying slightly as his head buzzes with the force of the crash, he giggles a little hysterically and says, "Why is it that ships feel the need to blow up around me?"
Then, with a groan, he flops over to lie on his back, chuckling intermittently from the thrill of having potentially avoided death.
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Post by Springer on Oct 18, 2009 14:03:32 GMT -5
Springer holds tight to his anchoring bar as the ground hits, getting rather shook up, but managing to stay upright this time.
After all, it could have been worse. Roadbuster could have been piloting.
"I'm good, Long Haul, how about you?" he asks, straightening up. "Nice job on the landing, Omega - that could've been a lot worse than it was." His words are sincere, not sarcastic. Hopefully the big guy is still conscious enough to hear him.
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Post by Elita-1 on Oct 20, 2009 14:49:49 GMT -5
Elita-1 groans and tries to push herself up from the floor. It's taking a lot more effort than it should to get that one arm under her and lift her upper body. Her optics are flickering erratically for a few more seconds, then finally settle.
"I'm...I'm all right, I think. No major warnings showing, just a bit shook up. I whopped my head good though."
She raises her head a bit more, looks around. "Sentinel? Clipper? Are you okay?"
Because it is like her to think of her friends first, instead of the whole.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 21, 2009 21:22:39 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime was just a bit too slow strapping in, a bit too foolhardy, and he is flung into the ceiling. Or what was the ceiling.
It dents him more than he dents it. Looks like there's going to be Sentinel Prime with his arm in a sling again.
Wait. Do they even have a medic on board?
But he doesn't scream for himself. Instead, he screams, "Elita-1! I swear, if they - you - again - ... oh. Well."
Looks like she's doing better than he is.
Smooth cover time!
"Good job!"
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Post by Makeshift on Oct 22, 2009 15:21:04 GMT -5
The bonus of being small is that there's less risk of taking damage from your own mass smashing you against the wall. The drawback is that it's easier to get buried under things a larger mech would brush off. Makeshift is certainly noticing that drawback, wedged as he is under a fallen chair, one arm sticking out and the other pinned at his side. He grunts, pushing at it, but lacks the leverage to move it off. "I hate space travel," he notes with a resigned sigh.
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Optimus Prime
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Post by Optimus Prime on Oct 22, 2009 15:33:35 GMT -5
Posting in with permission. Erm... Optimus has always been here. In the background. Sorry about the delays in getting started here, guys.
"I'm fine, Long Haul."
This isn't the first Omega Supreme Optimus Prime has had the misfortune to crash in. Maybe it's a multiversal constant.
Anyway. They're all checking in as fine. Or just about, anyway. "What about you, Omega?"
...wait. "Outside... it's a populated area!" There isn't much Prime can do to fix a torn-in-two shuttle, but he can do what he can to help anyone who might be damaged outside.
If the cabin is completely intact, he opens a hatch to get outside. If it's not intact, uh, I guess he just walks out a hole if it's big enough, to assess things from the outside.
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Post by Clipper on Oct 22, 2009 20:16:55 GMT -5
Clipper had not been appropriately strapped in during the flight. She'd been too busy wandering about looking at everything that she could see, taking in the sights and sensations of being on a mission.
And now she is in an ungainly heap under bits and pieces of Omega Supreme's own wreckage, groaning. It takes her a little bit to pry herself free and crawl out, shaking her head with disorientation as she takes in the sight of the damage and of the other who, like her, hadn't been strapped in and are now strewn about like so many discarded toys.
"What happened?" she groans, rubbing her hand over her head. "I'm okay, Miss Elita. Just a little b--"
"Wait!" she suddenly exclaims, a look of shock and horror passing over her features. "Omega Supreme? Sir? Oh my! Are you all right?"
How can he be? He seems to be in pieces!
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