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 27, 2009 22:25:25 GMT -5
For long moments, Omega Supreme does not reply. He's in pieces. Two large ones and countless smaller ones.
Outside, the landlady of these slums is already talking to the racketeers about calling in a hitman and putting the fix on the space traffic controllers, and the speculators are wondering who paid off the space traffic controllers.
The hatch screeches, protests, and eventually falls off, but it allows Optimus Prime outside.
Someone big and green with dreadlocks and a bad 80s outfit is pointing an oversized Tommygun at him.
Omega Supreme finally groans, "Status: alive."
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 27, 2009 22:51:13 GMT -5
Okay, so everyone's alive. That's good. But lotsa people are hurt.
"Hnh. Okay, so. Folks, anyone who's dying raise their hands, so's I know to get to them first," Long Haul tells the rattled passengers. Even as he speaks, he starts to head around the ruined cabin, verifying for himself whether or not anyone is dying. Just in case they weren't paying attention to his request.
"Omega, I'll prolly have to get to you in a bit. Once, y'know, we can get folks out of you." He pauses a moment. "Hey, Holi's with us, right? With the big honkin' radio? Issat working? I can't check on Omega's just yet, but that'll be, uhm. When I get the chance."
OOC: All right, yeah, I know I goofed and that Holi isn't really here. I'm leaving it as-is - someone can correct me.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Oct 31, 2009 19:17:45 GMT -5
"All good here, guy!" Whirligig says, waving at Long Haul until he realizes he's only supposed to do that if he's dying. He puts his hand down quickly. "Whoops."
With a groan, the small ex-miner pushes to his feet, hindered by the fact that one of his hips doesn't seem to want to stay standing. Frowning at old grumpy hip, he bangs on it with a fist until it gives off a few sparks and decides to behave. "Good boy, hippy."
Heading over to the hatch, he peeks out and around Optimus. "A planet, huh? I haven't been on a real planet in ages! I think." He doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by the fact that they've crashed in a populated area.
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Post by Ramulus on Nov 1, 2009 7:57:49 GMT -5
"Hrmph, Get out? Gladly! Where's the door" He mumbles, getting up and beginning to make his way over to the door where Optimus and Whirligig are now standing. He's oblivious to the gunwielder outside as he can't look through Omega.
Halfway through the room, his wounds all knit shut under the green glow of his spark.
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Post by Springer on Nov 2, 2009 0:20:24 GMT -5
One more glance-around, and Springer gives a faint nod at Long Haul "Yeah, folks - once you're up on your feet, shake the scrap-filings out and work on getting outside so we can work on repairing, and figuring out where we're a--" Springer's cut off by hearing Kup on the Radio call the rock they've crashed on 'Pz-Zazz'. Well, he thinks that was it. There's a fair bit of static, given the distance away that they are, but luckily, Omega Supreme has other functions outside of taxi-rocket and titan war machine. Pretty darn good for a guy who just just faceplanted from orbit, though. Props to his manufacturer.
Springer heads for where Optimus is - funny, that little orange guy wasn't here when they loaded up - and calls back to Long Haul "Holi's not here, but it seems like Omega's got us hooked up - Xaaron's already dispatched backu--" Again, Springer gets cut off, by seeing one of the locals. This wouldn't be so bad - Springer's seen his share of organic creatures, after all, big and small. A bipedal humanoid that's close to his size is nothing new. However, this one is pointing a gun at Optimus. Now, having guns pointed at himself or his comrades is also not new, but that doesn't make it right.
Slowly, he raises a hand in a calm, 'stop' motion. "Whoa, hey, no need for guns, we come in peace. ...or pieces. Apologies if we've messed up anything or hurt anyone with our little unscheduled landing."
Springer probably needs to be sent to time-out in the punalty box for that. Or his player does.
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 2, 2009 8:04:06 GMT -5
Elita-1 gets to her feet quickly enough now that the damage assessment is done. Other than minor bang-ups, everyone seems okay...
"Wait, populated area?!?" A little worry is in her voice, but it's over-shadowed by curiosity and an odd sort of excitement.
She peeks around the door as best she can; she knows enough not get in the way. She sees enough to get a rough idea of how much damage their crash did.
"Ow. I don't blame them for being mad...."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 2, 2009 13:50:08 GMT -5
There is a very large part of Sentinel Prime that has to admit that he'd be perfectly with Optimus Prime being blown away by some random alien. There is dark part of him that delights in shadenfreude that thinks Elita-1 would be the perfect person to witness it, too.
There is a tiny, shriveled part of him that tries to remind him that Optimus Prime was once his friend and has helped him even recently.
The very largest part of Sentinel Prime, however, is in gibbering horror that there is an alien out there at all and that it has a gun.
In a flash, he's retreated into the far corner of Omega Supreme, away from the hatch, and pulled out his shield to hide himself behind the bubble, mouth running something incoherent.
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Post by Makeshift on Nov 3, 2009 22:10:18 GMT -5
After straining at the chair pinning him for a few more moments, Makeshift grunts and fires his boosters. There's a sound like a metal cork popping, and the Mini-con tumbles free, rolling awkwardly into a sitting position.
"If we landed in a population center, we should get out there and help," he states the obvious. At least it's obvious to him. Rockets falling from the sky into a city tends to result in injuries.
He stops at the door, however, when he notices the gunman (gunalien?). "Woah, there," Makeshift mutters, keeping his gun-fingers downwards.
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Optimus Prime
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Oh yeah? Well I don't know what that means!
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Post by Optimus Prime on Nov 8, 2009 17:57:24 GMT -5
Oh scrap, gunman.
Fortunately Prime's axe remains undrawn. He takes the advice Sari once gave him about showing he's a friendly by shoving his hands directly in front of him.
"I am Optimus Prime. We are Autobots. We mean you no harm and regret the damaged caused by our accident. We can help you and your people in any way that is needed. Do you have any wounded?"
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Post by Clipper on Nov 8, 2009 18:14:52 GMT -5
Clipper really wishes that Holi were here. This was a lot more fun, this sneaking out to have a grand adventure on her own without Holi's supervision, when that's all it was - a grand adventure. Now, it's all to frighteningly real, and people are hurt, and... and there is a large, frightening alien standing there leveling a very unfriendly looking weapon at them.
And Sentinel is in the corner, jibbering.
"That's a good start, Mister Omega Supreme, sir. Holi will be coming soon," she adds quietly as she sidles very slowly towards Elita. No, she doesn't know this for a fact, but she knows that as soon as he figures out where she is, that he'll be coming to rescue her help out. "And he'll bring others to help fix you."
"Miss Elita," she whispers urgently when she reaches the other girl. Keeping part of her attention on that alien with the gun, she nudges Elita's thigh. "Your boyfr- err.. Sentinel is... umm... upset."
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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 Nov 8, 2009 22:18:08 GMT -5
Omega Supreme can wait, Long Haul. He can always wait.
The fellow with the gun, however, puts one hand on his hip, jutting it out a bit, and holds the Tommygun up a bit.
What Springer and Optimus Prime are saying is one things. What he's hearing, however, is "suckers."
"Wounded? Oh yeah, you betcha. You mechies have caused an awful lot trouble, and that's gotta come outta yer hides, y'know? But maybe the Boss has got a use for you..." He sniffs, as if if he thinks the chances are remote.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 8, 2009 22:46:02 GMT -5
Long Haul looks around, optic-band flickering. Well, hey, looks like besides Omega Supreme, everyone's doing pretty all right! What amazingly good fortune!
Long Haul, like the others, clambers towards the door and peers out at the alien with the gun. His optic band narrows and he looks around. "Yeah? So where's the wounded then? Can't help 'em if we can't see 'em." He seems a bit wary about the talk of a Boss that has use for them - he may be a Civilian, and pretty naive by the standards of some of these people, but as a civilian he was a regular barroom brawler, apt to end up in some of the seedier parts of town while out drinking with Bonecrusher, and there's just *something* about the guy's words and attitude that sets Long Haul off.
Well. Something besides the gun he has pointed at them, that is.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Nov 9, 2009 16:21:06 GMT -5
Exiting poor, crashed Omega fully, Whirligig ducks in front of the taller Autobots to get a better view of the gun-wielding alien. Raising an arm, he waves cheerfully at the alien, and shouts a greeting of, "Well hey there, Chuckles!"
This is obviously the best way to respond to an armed and potentially dangerous alien who significantly outsizes you. Tilting his head back to look up at the 'Bots behind him, he remarks in a marginally softer voice, "Friendly bunch of natives, ain't they?"
Dropping his grin for a ponderous look, he strokes his chin-guard. "Um, I gotta say I don't have a whole lot of skills that involve making things less blown-up-like."
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Post by Ramulus on Nov 9, 2009 17:55:34 GMT -5
For a moment, Ramulus stands wide-eyed, tilting his head slowly at the sight of all those bots clambering by the door, "What... the... spotted frag. You idiots! Just what are you doing?! Get out already!" He objects, shaking his head furiously. "Crosswired mayhems who can't do the sensible thing and move out of an injured bot and everything like. they're. told. Lingering is for plants, people!"
He forces himself past the Autobots, shoving where neccessary, advantaged by his smaller Maximal form untill he steps out into fresh air. The would be relief is dominated by an observing look at the guest-with-gun. Instead of trying to talk him off, Ramulus actually smiles semi-appreciatively, "Ah! Now it's feeling like I crashed on Earth all over again. Delightfull" He looks around, promptly pointing at Omega's side where most probably some damage is showing, "Since I'm not part of the command chain, I'll be over there making sure we don't cause even more chaos, if no-one minds...."
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
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Post by Misfire on Nov 9, 2009 23:50:39 GMT -5
Above the crash, a luridly-colored jet streaks across the sky.
It banks, then makes another pass, a bit slower, dropping lower as it does so. One circle, then another, before pulling back up and streaking off.
Misfire reports in on the 'Con broadband.
//The natives are restless. Can't say I blame 'em.//
//Confirmed Springer and Optimus Prime, and someone from Wreckage's reality, looks like. Long Haul, too. They're doing the typical 'Bot peace palaver.//
Yes, he missed Ramulus completely. Too small!
//So if we're going to try and push them, best to do it soon.//
Skippable. Decepticon fliers can start showing up as the rounds progress. Once things get hairy, kindly split off into new threads.
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