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Post by Needlenose on Dec 14, 2009 17:02:27 GMT -5
No, Traya doesn't go running, but she does wince at Dead End's question before her expression goes sour. "What else? The Chaos Bringer!" she exclaims unhappily. "He seems ta have a real problem with mechanical species, anyways, but he seemed to have really gone outta his way for ours," she adds bitterly. "Spent so much time chasin' down escape ships that he din't even think to bother about G-3." She shakes her head sadly. "I had moved away, thinkin' to make somethin' of myself. I never even wanted to go back, but now that I can't... it's all I can think of."
She falls silent for a moment, but shakes herself out of it when Aimless makes his request. "Nebulan, huh? ain'cha a little far from home? Not to mention the color! I guess they come in all types! Well, anyway, darlin', I'm told the Mercury broiled vexatious fish is pretty darned good!"
Meaning it won't poison Aimless. Hopefully.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 15, 2009 17:38:10 GMT -5
Ah, randy young carbots. Skystrike almost smiles, carefully keeping her focus on the datapad as she distantly replies, "perhaps." Then her attention drifts vaguely towards Traya as the waitress answers Dead End's question.
Idly recalling the recording of Unicron, the seeker scowls slightly. That answered some questions at least- and without any need for kidnapping either, which was quite a bonus.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 16, 2009 18:03:29 GMT -5
Ravage was silent under the table, very silent his optics shut his head laid upon his front legs and his body save the odd shudder was barely moving. Too many were around him.
His tail however wasn't counted with the rest of him, far from still it whipped behind him and luckily the cat bike was mostly under the table. If not his tail would of taken out someone passing by before long. As another shudder ran down his body his ears twitched, he could hear all those around him even if he tried to block it out.
His counter part was right he was a scaredy cat but this was fear of numbers not of something or someone.
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Post by Dead End on Dec 16, 2009 19:13:39 GMT -5
Dead End's fist tightens around his glass, making the stout metal groan under the stress. He's not acting; he has his own bad memories of Unicron.
"Damn it! You'd think somebody's space navy would put an end to that menace sooner or later," Dead End says, not masking the bitterness in his voice at all. " Has there been any news of it since then? We've been on some backwater routes and a bit out of touch."
Dead End felt the shudders through his foot that was next to Ravage. He reached down with one hand and tried to pet the agitated cat-former reassuringly. Breakdown used to get like that in crowds--too many eyes watching him, driving him out out of his normal paranoia into fits of hysteria and panic.
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Post by Misfire on Dec 19, 2009 15:03:29 GMT -5
OOC: sorry for the delay folks. I completely missed Dead End's post.
"Sounds good ta me sweet cheeks, and if you have a recommended drink to match it, sign me up for that as well!" Aimless says with enthusiasm. He is very happy. Not only is he going to get some (hopefully) good food, he's just found out that this crazy 'verse actually has a Nebulos. He wonders if that makes Sunbeam and ZigZag as happy as it does him.
The color comment, however, goes right over his head. As does all the Unicron talk. One track mind and all.
Misfire, however, is frowning thoughtfully. Something worries him about the girl's story, but he'd rather not bring it up in mixed company. Maybe later, if he can suss the cause of that worry out a bit more, he'll talk to Needlenose about it.
He does, however, ask the Mayhem privately: //Would it be tipping our hand too much to ask if she's heard of a planet called Cybertron? It might...well, it might give us an idea of what we'll find when we get there...if she has or...// Misfire trails off. He really is worried about their home.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 19, 2009 22:27:29 GMT -5
"You'd think, but apparently so far they just got eaten," Traya says to Dead End, and she shrugs. "I know... well, I know that he caught up with somma the ships from my world after chasin' them down, and most them on board were killed... but that it's the ones that weren't that you gotta watch out for."
At Aimless's request, Traya glances down over at the available options. "How about the Strantian Iced Tea? We don't get Nebulans so often, but when we do, they seem to go for that."
Needlenose is leaning back, expression smug despite his lack of mouth, and he just watches the going ons as he sips at his drink. Somehow. He answers Misfire over the radio, //Eh, go for it. Ask away.//
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 20, 2009 2:28:55 GMT -5
The scowl darkens further at the mention of the eaten space navies. Lovely; so if they were lucky enough to cross paths with the blasted monster, they had a low chance of survival. Good to know.
"What of the ones that weren't killed?" the seeker inquires the waitress. Might as well get to know the aftermaths.
Skystrike is also rather puzzled by Needlenose's mouthless drinking.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 21, 2009 8:57:50 GMT -5
A hand petting him helped somewhat but also made it hard for Ravage to lose himself in hacking and scanning...anything nearby. He was trying to ignore how many were around him by doing silly little things, odd jobs here and there for his fellow 'con's as well as listening to the radio waves.
So been petted was a good and bad, he liked been petted but he didn't like the way that it pulled him back into the real world.
Opening one eye partly he glanced briefly up towards Dead End, just to be polite nodding his head before laying back down. He wasn't going to run even if right now thats really what he wanted to do, flee and hide somewhere. Mostly though if he did that he'd be alone, the only thing worst then there been too many around him.
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Post by Dead End on Dec 22, 2009 8:59:07 GMT -5
Dead End pulls his drink close and hunches over it, brooding. His hands are back on the table, guarding his drink--or holding him up. The implications of Skystrike's question have rattled him.
// Oh I can guess, I can guess, but let her answer. *mutters* Galvatron, Cyclonus, Scourge, the Sweeps... heralds. Forerunners. //
Another drink. // With your permission, Needlenose, I would suggest to Ravage that he also crack the local library database, if there is one, and see what non-folklore information there is on 'The Chaosbringer' ... or Unicron. You could try 'The Great Devourer' as well. //
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Post by Misfire on Dec 22, 2009 14:36:54 GMT -5
Aimless makes a sound of approval for the drink choice, then goes back to perusing his coupons.
Misfire leans forward a bit, propping his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.
"You know, given the traffic they get here, I wonder if she can help us out...," he muses aloud, then glances back up at Traya.
"We got this order to deliver, were given the coordinates and all, but well...we aren't too sure about the place. Some planet called Cybertron. You heard of it?"
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 23, 2009 9:18:06 GMT -5
Traya looks away nervously. "The ones that weren't... they got... changed. There's three of 'em. They work for him now."
Needlenose gives no physical reaction to Dead End's request but over the radio answers, //If he wants to take a stab at it, sure, but on Pz-Zazz, nothing, not even the libraries, are free. It wouldn't be out there in the digital open, not without a catch.//
As Aimless approves the food and drink choices, Traya enters them into her little data-unit, which immediately sends the signal back to the kitchen to get started on them. She gives Misfire a blank look at his question, a faintly puzzled frown painting her lips.
"Cyber... tron?" she asks, confused. She tilts her head and rubs her chin with her lower right hand, considering it. "I... might have heard the name? But... you sure it's a planet, doll? I coulda sworn it was the name of onna the popular cybering sites on the Galactic Infonet!"
So it would seem there are limits ot how much knowledge can be gleaned by sitting around grilling one's waitress!
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 23, 2009 14:41:02 GMT -5
Looks like Ravage wasn't the only one on need of comforting pats. Skystrike casts Dead End a brief, neutral glance before idly looking back to the datapad on hand as she listens to the waitress answer their questions. The seeker keeps him on her peripheral sensors for the time being, however.
"Lovely. Now we know where we can go cybering," Skystrike intones flatly. A planet they'd spent millions of years fighting for being compared to an adult website tended to make some people a bit touchy.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 24, 2009 10:37:49 GMT -5
Gathering himself up somewhat Ravage briefly lifts his head up and silently mouthed 'Cybering?' to Dead End confused to what that meant. A little nativity showing once more before he took a slow glance around trying to see if things were still as bad as they were.
They were that bad and he soon lowered his head back down upon his front paws and shut his eyes again with another small nod heading the radio waves. He wasn't going to speak or say anything till he had something and was soon getting to work. Ravage was a hacker, just one who was still learning much like everything else.
Annoyed at first he couldn't find anything local within the place they were in he started to go further afield. Anyone looking at the cat bot would be sure he was just napping, his tail flicked from side to side curling around as every so often he shifted. True to Needlenose's words information wasn't free but annoying it was harder to get into that then the credit lines.
A strange thing indeed to Ravage, but also curious.
Ravage knew what curiosity did to the cat.
That wasn't about to stop him only slow him briefly down. He was trying to prove himself and so he started to get to work on the library files and databanks, seeking anything on either Unicron or Cybertron. Getting in was tricky and a eye watching him would see his tail started to whip behind him slightly more harshly. He was annoyed even more, at a catch on the one hand he was close to the information on the other to get to it he'd risk exposing himself and his hacking attempt.
He was sure it was too risky, but he couldn't speak and he wasn't too keen either on even trying to use the radio right now. If the other Ravage heard him admit defeat or worst if Soundwave heard him it'd be even worst then failing the ones around him. With a final and vocal growl Ravage went for his gamble, from within the casino no less, the irony not lost.
And for a moment Ravage smiled, he was in and so far no sign or rather no signs that he himself could see that he was in the database. Unaware that something had noticed him and his hacking.
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Post by Dead End on Dec 24, 2009 11:01:58 GMT -5
"Three of them. Oh, of course. I suppose they took new names, as well?" Dead End asks in his usual morose tone.
// I hate it when I'm right. I expect to be right, but I'd rather be surprised by being wrong. //
Ravage's question catches him off-guard. // Cybering? Pfft. On Earth it was a quaint human thing--log onto a chat network and say taboo-breaking stuff to make them feel daring and excited. I never saw the point of it. //
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Post by Misfire on Dec 25, 2009 13:28:15 GMT -5
Misfire turns a little green (or the best robot approximation thereof) at Traya's words. A poker face he does not have.
At least it could be passed off that the idea of cybering is intensely distasteful to him, if need be.
"Ick. No, it's specifically specced as a planet," he manages to say weakly, "I hope that doesn't mean we're headed to some den of debauchery worse than this." He actually casts a worried glance at Needlenose.
//I don't like this. She knows Nebulos..but not Cybertron? I..we were a pretty well known group...//
Unhappy Misfire is unhappy.
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