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Post by Springer on Dec 16, 2009 17:22:46 GMT -5
Springer stumbles at the strike, clenching his jaw. Hrgh. Dammit, Kup and Xaaron never said anything about this bribery business requiring any manner of subtlety.
Where's Nightbeat when you need him? He'd know how to deal with shady cops...
"...gah, fine, sorry," he says, sighing. Springer watches the humanoid officer express confusion at the energon chip. Hmm.
Springer then raises a browridge. "An energon chip..."
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 16, 2009 23:53:58 GMT -5
Duskwing is torn between keeping an eye on "that slaggin' Wrecker" and following Starscream--then it finally dawns on him that the local police are arresting Springer and taking away. He frowns, trying to figure out if this is good or not, then shrugs. Not his problem if the fragger is off-range.
He saunters after Starscream, waiting for the boss's next move....
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 17, 2009 4:48:13 GMT -5
Mistwind finds himself called back in line under threat, and then left without. Utterly confusing that, and he briefly startles as his protection literally walks away!
The Con rubs his neck, kicking at some stones before flopping down and waiting. He tries not to make much eye/optic contact.
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Post by Starscream on Dec 17, 2009 14:26:21 GMT -5
Needlenose did explain that, yes, but Starscream must make do with what he can, and hope that he is a smooth enough talker.
"Hold it up a little higher, there are still people that can't see it." He hisses through clenched teeth. "Where I come from, it's currency. But here, it is still fuel and thus useful. We find ourselves in the unfortunate position where our liquid assets mean nothing. This is a temporary setback, at worst. However we can either provide you directly with some valuable hardware for your hard work, or we can be pointed in the right direction to the kind of buyer who would be interested in it. Which will, of course, earn you a generous referral fee to boot. Either way, you profit.
"I understand this proposition is not the norm for you, and thus at first glance may appear inconvenient. However, I am certain a being of your intellect and cunning can certainly appreciate the long-term benefits of such a deal."
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Post by Long Haul on Dec 17, 2009 15:40:40 GMT -5
The humanoid cop glares at Starscream's 'hold it up a little higher' comment. However, he listens to what the Decepticon has to say, although he nervously looks over at the Insectoid (who's tending to the ones being arrested), as though uncomfortable with making such a decision on his own. Then, finally, despite Starscream's admonishment, he lifts the chip to his nose and sniffs.
He looks up at Starscream, optics narrowed. "How many of these you got?" Let them either run off to get 'valuable hardware' or head off to turn their 'liquid' assets into real assets, and the cop is liable to never see them again! Better to grab what he can now and try to figure out what to do with it on their own.
Meanwhile, the insect cop tries to grab one of Springer's arms with one clawed hand and one of Long Haul's arms with another, leaving him with two free hands. Claws. Some sort of cross between the two.
"All right, you two," he chitters out. "Into the back of the car!"
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Post by Springer on Dec 17, 2009 18:08:41 GMT -5
Springer can't help but notice they're not getting restrained. Generally, when one does get arrested, one is put in some semblance of bonds.
As the bug grabs Springer's arm, he does very little in terms of resistance. "Alright, alright, we're goin'!" As he's led to the car, he scowls, opening a quick line to Long Haul. //Weird, no cuffs. And no disarming of my mounted guns...//
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 18, 2009 10:56:27 GMT -5
After trailing after Starscream for a few minutes, Duskwing feels something is off. He glances around; something is missing.... Oh.
On Mistwind's private frequency: // Hey, kid! Come on! Keep up, don't want you gettin' lost. Need you to point stuff out for me. The Boss is fast-talkin' this yahoo and I don' wanna queer his pitch. //
Standing beside and slightly behind Starscream, Duskwing tried to look attentive, like some kind of junior assistant. Which, in a way, he was. Junior assistant thug.
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 18, 2009 23:52:21 GMT -5
//huh? oh! Yes, yes, Duskwing Sir// Mistwind gets up and heads straight for the two Decepticons standing by the humanoid cop. He stands closely to the purple seeker, looking around. //I'm down here by your feet... that is okay, Sir?//
Better be checking, 'cause he currently has no clue where he's supposed to be.
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Post by Starscream on Dec 19, 2009 5:35:17 GMT -5
As Starscream regards the fast, agile and two-faced Mistwind's grovelling at the feet of the much more powerful Duskwing as being distasteful, the irony of the situation is completely lost on him.
On a short-range transmission, he sends: //You two, any energon chips or spare weaponry you might have, I am going to need. Without drawing suspicion, what might you have on you?//
Aloud, to the humanoid, he says. "But so we are aware of what we are getting for our money--sorry. We are only too happy to offer a respectable reward for such exemplary police work, provided that is what you can offer us. I assume that attempted murder is a sufficiently high charge on this planet? With a lengthy jail term? Of course there are many charges with which to pepper that." He begins counting on his fingers. "Willful destruction of property, threat with intent, threat with a deadly weapon... and I'm sure you can come up with a few by yourselves." Starscream smirks. "Do a good job, and you may well consider our 'reward' to simply be... a down payment."
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Post by Long Haul on Dec 20, 2009 21:30:51 GMT -5
The humanoid looks at Starscream, then at his companions, then back at the others.
He knows damn well something's up, of course. He saw Duskwing dive in, like for an attack run, before Springer fired, and these guys are awfully adamant to see the other guys in trouble for 'innocent merchants who were just passing through.'
But that all is someone else's problem, and hey, maybe they can profit from all this... from both sides, even.
The cop looks up at Starscream and shrugs. "I can see that they're charged all proper, and, of course... possibly testify. Only to what I saw, of course." Or an edited version there-of. "But I ain't the judge." And he's too poor to buy one!
Meanwhile, back at the squad car...
//Hnh. Yeah, yer ri-// and then Long Haul's radio cuts off. Coincidently, this happens the moment he's inside the squad car.
"Dammit," he mutters as he realizes the thing is dampened against his radio.
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Post by Springer on Dec 22, 2009 18:05:42 GMT -5
Springer falls into the seat next to Long Haul, a look of wry bemusement on his face as he turns and looks at Long Haul. Before the cop gets in the car, he sighs. "For what it's worth, sorry 'bout this. Hopefully, we'll get out of this before the others get here."
But, like he pointed out, they're not cuffed. Hopefully, that's a good sign.
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 23, 2009 21:33:52 GMT -5
Duskwing stares at Starscream, then frowns suspiciously. What the slag does Screamer want at his stash for? // Ain't got but a few chips, and my weapons is all hard-mounted. No spares. I think Mistwind might have a gag bomb, though. //
Never volunteer your whole stash, because they'll just take it. Duskwing would have denied having anything, but Starscream wouldn't have asked if he didn't already know Duskwing had something.
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 24, 2009 9:02:34 GMT -5
Starscream asks Mistwind for anything he might have on him? That’s so cute.
//Uhm, yes Sirs, I got a grenade? That’s the most valuable thing I’m allowed to carry… owh, this unit never got pocket money so was never good on buying valuables....//
He's feeling a bit miffed at not being able to present more.
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 30, 2009 19:13:36 GMT -5
Mistwind is still staying loyally put at his location. His eyes and mind are wandering though. He's allowed to just look after all, right? His turbines twitch and raise as he glances past Duskwing's legs to observe the crash-site.
Oh how his nature wants to wander over and scavenge loot, his servos clicking readily. But the 'promise' of punishments nail him to the ground. Probability chance of actually getting over: 0.0%
Lay yourself down with that, boy.
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 1, 2010 22:29:14 GMT -5
Duskwing, as has been previously noted, is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. He also has the attention span of a gnat, except in the matter of grudges held and resentments nursed. The two nearest Autobots have been dragged off by the local cops. Starscream is negotiating with another cop, and the subtleties of that are boring Duskwing mindless, not that he has far to go to get there.
His attention wanders, and is caught--there's other Autobots over there still, and--oh yeah. Peaceful merchants. Can't queer Starscream's scam, because eating null-rays is slightly more fun than falling into the Smelting Pools. Just barely.
He glances at Mistwind, hoping to catch the kid's optic, and tosses his head in the direction of the city. Some of the guys zipped off into town earlier, and there's things happening, or so Duskwing hopes. He risks a quick glance at Starscream--the Air Commander is still dickering with the cop--and saunters away quietly, ready at any time to turn his saunter into an aimless, innocent drift around the area if called out.
---- Out-of-thread and off into trouble elsewhere, if not stopped
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