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Post by Springer on Nov 10, 2009 21:47:18 GMT -5
Springer doesn't like this guy one bit, and a scowl crosses his face. Even moreso when Whirligig peeps up, shooting him a 'keep it down' look. Hopefully, the stowaway demobot catches his drift.
Springer looks back at the native, stroking at his chin a bit. He's not really good at bluffing, but worth a shot. "Well, we're happy to help with the wounded, but I'm not so sure about the payment bit - y'see, we're in a bit of a hurry - wanna get our ship repaired and be on our way, y'know."
And then something flies overhead, and Springer's fuel tank flips. He can't make it out - it could be local aircraft, it could be something else. Kup said this place isn't nice. Extra caution never hurt anyone, after all.
//Autobots, keep on your servos.//
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 11, 2009 12:22:32 GMT -5
Elita-1 frowns down on first Ramulas then Clipper in turn. The former because he was just being horribly rude, and the latter because of that little slip of tongue.
"Sentinel is not my boyfriend, nor is Optimus, so nip that train of thought in the bud right now," she warns the Micromaster. Elita looks back at Sentinel and sighs.
//You do realize that you're letting Optimus show you up, right Sentinel Prime?// she radios, tone long-suffering. Hopefully, her words will jar him out of his fit.
Elita moves out of the doorway then, staying inside Omega where she an keep watch on Sentinel those who haven't moved out.
"Omega? Looks like we may need all the strength we can get, if only to help gather up your pieces," she says as she places her hand on the wall, "May I copy your traits while we're working on recovery? It won't hurt, and shouldn't affect your energy reserves."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 12, 2009 16:37:57 GMT -5
Oooh, shot down. At least Optimus Prime is also shot down. Still hurts, though Sentinel Prime has known it's true for a long, long time.
But at least thinking about how being shot down hurts means he isn't thinking about the horrible aliens and Maximals and the crash and his broken arm.
Then, she grabs him by the piston and twists. Metaphorically speaking.
Sentinel Prime springs to his feet, his shield arm fine, his other arm lolling in an unnatural fashion. He replies to Long Haul, at last, "Broken arm. Nothing major." He heads toward the door, clearly foolhardy enough to try 'walking it off'.
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Post by Makeshift on Nov 13, 2009 8:05:12 GMT -5
Makeshift puts his "hands" to his hips in an impatient manner, staring up at the gunman. "Well, first things first, we need to help the wounded. We can talk about your boss later." Also, Makeshift really wants out.
The Mini-con hops past the alien, transforming and rising up to assess the damage from the crash. "This is gonna be a long day."
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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 14, 2009 14:45:18 GMT -5
Yeah, negotations with a hostile are always better when you're getting (metaphorically) shot down through no fault of your own in earshot.
Quickly, to Elita, he radios; //Can we file that conversation away for later?! I am busy dealing with something.//
Optimus doubts this gun-wielding organic is sincere, but he is not willing to completely dismiss him in case there is someone in need.
"Unfortunately we do not have hides. The closest equivalent would be covering plates. What we do have is people willing to lend a servo, so if you would point out where we are needed to help anyone wounded..."
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Post by Clipper on Nov 15, 2009 15:04:24 GMT -5
Clipper is too much the young lady to voice that snort of disbelief tickling her vocal processor, but the sentiment is writ plainly across her features for a moment before she schools her expression.
Obviously, despite never having visited Earth yet, Elita is quite familiar with a certain river in Egypt. Seems to be the queen of it, in fact. Ah, but Clipper hasn't visited Earth yet, either, so she wouldn't know that particular colloquialism. Yet. All she knows is that look that Elita had given Sentinal that late cycle in the corridor outside their shared room had been far, far too familiar.
Same look, in fact, as what she and Optimus had given each other upon Elita's arrival. Such a beautiful little love triangle, and if Elita is trying to pretend that it's anything but that... well, Clipper thinks that all three of them are in for one hell of a ride.
Somehow, she does manage to make her, "As you say," sound convincingly contrite, even if she's anything but. She doesn't quite manage to stifle the very quietly muttered , "Let me know how that works out for you, then," as she slips past Elita and tries to get herself out of the way outside. Maybe she was quiet enough that no one caught it?
She doesn't like the look of the outside, though. There's still the big guy with the dreds and the gun, and a lot of other unhappy, unfriendly looking faces, and a lot of muttering that she's not quite catching, but that just doesn't... feel right. Yeah, sure, she's the Planetary Governor of Micro's personal assistant, but Governor Raikuru is a truly honest politician! Clipper has never really been exposed to corruption, and certainly never on the scale that Pz-Zazz possesses.
Even still, one doesn't have to be familiar with all the various forms of excrement to know when one has stepped in it. And things around here? Yeah, they stink. Bad.
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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 16, 2009 14:23:05 GMT -5
Omega Supreme rumbles to Elita-1, tone even flatter than usual, "Authorisation: granted."
What can it hurt?
In the background, there is a group of street urchins, who appear to only have one arm but appear as if the default for their species has two arms. To wit, they appear to be missing an arm.
Most of them are faking.
A few of them really are missing arms.
The fakers are more convincing about missing arms than the ones who are really missing arms.
They start to approach the group of robot hopefully, perhaps looking to bum some credits off them, when the Tommy gun-toting alien turns and shout at them, "Get, you little rats! I was here first!"
A vehicle, styled something like a black, armoured Cadillac with smoked dark windows and a flasherbar can be seen approaching, from the distance. Local law enforcement? Perhaps more 'local crime facilitators'.
There are a few genuine injured, stumbling about, but they seem more inclined to look for cover than to approach any of the Transformers. There are chop shop doctors who would just as soon disassemble injured for parts as render aid, and they prowl the streets, looking for the unwary.
OOC: We may want to split this. Like, right now.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 17, 2009 8:42:35 GMT -5
OOC: I agree. Right now, logical split threads would include: getting tricked by orphans, dealing with the mobster pointing a gun at them, dealing with the cops, helping the injured, and, of course, beating up Misfire. Erm. Newly arriving Decepticons can also file into the sub-threads to provoke Autobots/try to make them look bad.
Long Haul rubs the back of his head. He looks between Optimus and the others and the alien, but as the Tommy gun-toting guy doesn't look ready to start blasting them right now, he decides maybe he ought to go help out some of these wounded organics. Long Haul, without another word to the others, heads out the hatch and starts to approach one such wounded.
Unfortunately, on the way he's intercepted by the individuals getting out of the police car. One is humanoid, though he's scaled to Transformers. The other looks to be some sort of insectoid, similarly large. Both are wearing get-ups that actually seem quite similar to Terran police uniforms.
"Well, well, well..." says the insectoid, a clicking, chittering noise being produced at the same time as the understandable language. "What do we have here?"
OOC: Splitting off into 'Crashdown: It's the Cops!' Dropping out of rotation here.
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Post by Ramulus on Nov 18, 2009 15:15:48 GMT -5
((Crossposted to: Crashdown: Calamities))
As Ramulus passes the hull, he gets a good look on the ravage their crash did cause. He stands to stare for a moment, accounting the inhabitants of the area. Amidst the glances directed his way and occasional whispers, he’s mostly ignored as there are so many things taking more priority than his solemn staring.
A despair cry out of his view gets him to leap down the solid bank that Omega’s impact created, and he lands to observe an alien’s frantic pacing. Almost at the same time she notices him, rises and rushes straight at him, clutching him by the shoulders in her anxiety. The female yells at Ramulus like a high-pitched, shrieking banshee, alternative pointing between him and the collapsed shanty, liquid pouring from her eyes down her face.
“I, uh, I…” Ramulus stammers, taken aback, but not backing up; it is then that he hears the low, weakened yelps from within the cot and he understands her despair, “Please! Just… stay” He demandingly pushes her aside and makes his way to the collapse, freezing in effort of his scans. //There’s someone trapped down here// He transmits on low wave. Then, he begins to carefully create enough space to open up the collapse. Of course, around him, there are plenty of those in need of help, but this is something the Maximal can help with; freeing those trapped.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Nov 18, 2009 16:43:07 GMT -5
Whirligig catches Springer's drift perfectly well, but he's not exactly the most co-operative of 'Bots, and so instead of shutting his yap he gives the Wrecker one of his best innocent looks and hops a few steps closer to the guy with the gun with every intention of continuing to run off at the vocal unit.
He squints up at the dreadlocked alien with a wide grin, and when the one-armed urchins approach and get warned off, he joins in with an oddly cheerful, "Yeah, he was here first!" What? They're just missing limbs! Half the time you can just pop those back on. Obviously everyone functions the same as he does, right? He follows up his shout with a conversational, "Wait, what were you first for?"
Not waiting for a response, he proceeds to spring into babbling. "I like your gun, by the way. Very nice. Stylish. Y'know, I always thought it would be neat to have a gun. I'd say to myself, 'Hey 'Gig! You know what'd be totally awesome? A gun!' But then it'd be like, 'What the slag would you ever do with a gun, stupid?' and there was never really a good answer that Captain would approve of."
Whirligig is the sort of person who'll continue talking regardless of whether or not other people are listening, talking, trying to shut him up, or making attempts on his life.
OOC: Splitting off to 'Crashdown: What's Your Deal?' Out of rotation!
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Post by Springer on Nov 19, 2009 14:14:24 GMT -5
Springer finds himself between several different situations, and for a moment, unsure of which to deal with. The organic with the gun appears to be slightly less hostile than before with the talk of a 'boss'. However...there's a newcomer. Kind of an ugly one, but he makes Springer a bit uneasy.
Then Ramulus comes over the line, and Springer adds to it - //We got anyone skilled in rescue?// Any other time, and Springer would hop on over to help save the day, but this world has him on-edge, and he's staying on this side in case things turn sour. His attention turns away from the gun-toter and to the bugman for now...
--- OOC: Leaving thread to join 'Crashdown: It's the Cops!'.
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 20, 2009 9:21:45 GMT -5
//I wasn't talking to you, Optimus, but we can most certainly have this conversation later if you insist.// she replies tersly. Oh, well, at least her snarking at Sentinel had the desired effect- even if he is now trying to be Mr. macho.
"Thanks Omega," Elita-1 says as she initiates the download. Seconds later, she's staggering over the sheer volume of upgrades and changes to her systems.
Wow. Almost impervious armor, major firepower, strength off the charts...I need to keep him in mind for battle scenarios. Wait...what? Oh. Ooooooh.....
Elita starts to follow Sentinel out the hatch, a decidedly thoughtful...and determined look on her face as she looks from him to Optimus and back again.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 20, 2009 22:52:37 GMT -5
There was something up in the air, gears nabbit! And flying things just aren't any good. Present company included. Yeah, that's right, Omega Supreme. That's what you get for blowing up. Carrying his shield with his good arm, his busted arm just lolling listlessly, Sentinel Prime stalks off, to go hunt down... whatever that thing was. His battlemask slips down over his face. Sentinel Prime is going to need so many showers. There are not enough showers on all of Cybertron to suit his needs. - - - Off to hunt Misfires.
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Post by Makeshift on Nov 21, 2009 0:38:15 GMT -5
//That'd be me,// Makeshift replies to Springer, wheeling about and heading towards Ramulus. The little tiltrotor is trying his best to figure out where to start, but when something as big as Omega Supreme comes down, there isn't an easy choice.
So, the answer is; start right in front of you.
The Mini-con hovers over the rubble Ramulus is struggling with, lowering his tow cable. "Hook me up to something solid and be ready to pull the wounded out fast," he directs, voice all business. "We need to pick a clear enough area to lay all of them out until medical help arrives."
Cross-posting to Calamities and hopping out of rotation here.
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Post by Clipper on Nov 22, 2009 22:03:55 GMT -5
// I can help too? // Clipper offers as she hesitantly heads over toward Ramulus. // I'm not strong, but I'm small enough to get into tight places. And I can help organize the wounded, if someone knows where they should be taken. //
She's a bureaucrat, yo! She's all about keeping track of who goes where and how. She'll even tell you where to go when need be!
She is much happier, though, when she notes that Miss Elita seems to be headed her way as well.
ooc: posting out of Crashdown, and joining Crashdown: Calamities
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