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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 23, 2010 21:23:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron does accept a bit of help from Breakaway, too.
As soon as they're out, an explosion rocks the temple, shattering those green glass windows, sending shards raining down onto the sidewalk, to crunch underfoot.
Emirate Xaaron manages, "...park? Like, when you're in vehicle mode and aren't moving?"
Okay, so he's a bit woozy.
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Post by Breakaway on May 24, 2010 21:05:22 GMT -5
Breakaway avoids flinching as the temple erupts, only acknowledging it with a quiet "Good riddance."
"The other kind of park, sir. A wooded recreation area in the middle of the city. Are you sure you don't need repairs?"
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Post by Prowl on May 25, 2010 11:36:01 GMT -5
While Breakaway manages to not flinch, Prowl flinches. He holds his shield mod up over Xaaron's shoulder, to deflect any flying rubble that may make it so far.
"Yes, it's a grassy sort of area, very quiet. If you want to be in vehicle mode and not move, that may be a choice, if you so wish," Prowl says as he looks along the streets and tries to remember where the park was. He motions down a street and the small park comes into view as they head towards it. He guides Xaaron and Breakaway towards an odd sort of tree with a orange tinted trunk and nearly purple leaves. There's a bench underneath the tree, suitable for a giant robot to sit on. Prowl motions for Xaaron to sit on the bench.
"Here, sir," he says. "You need to sit down to stabilize yourself."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 25, 2010 11:53:58 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron mutters, "This isn't exactly the kind of thing that you can repair. I'm a bit... uh... sensitive, I suppose." He stares up at the dark, starless night of Pz-Zazz, wondering if he should even explain this and, if so, how he should go about doing so.
"There's nothing physically wrong with me, really, just a few little sucker marks - those suckers had fangs in them," ala Vampyroteuthis infernalis. He looks down at the little pockmarks on his arms, sighs, and sits down where Prowl indicated on the bench. He rubs his temples and admits, "I think sitting down here sounds like the best idea I've heard all day."
Emirate Xaaron looks up at Breakway and Prowl, trying to catch their optics, and admits, "I'm sorry for putting you two into that danger. My curiosity got the better of me."
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Post by Breakaway on May 25, 2010 20:43:57 GMT -5
Breakaway surveys the park as they walk through the gate. Open space, not a lot of people around. He casually takes up a spot next to the bench that happens to be perfect for sniping anyone who tries to approach.
"Sensitive, sir? Like emotionally? That place was enough to shake anybody up. Those people were twisted up inside." He fiddles with one of the tubes on his facemask, the one that a cultist pulled on. "It makes me sick to think that this Unicron guy would use civilians that way."
He lets out a short laugh as Xaaron apologizes. "Emirate, sir, you're our commanding officer. It's your job to send us into danger. Anyway, you asked for volunteers, and we volunteered. Plus you were right there with us, leading from the front, and we got valuable intel on the enemy and caused some property damage to their stronghold. Well-executed recon in force if you ask my opinion."
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Post by Prowl on May 27, 2010 19:19:41 GMT -5
Prowl eases himself down onto the bench as well, and sits quietly to collect his thoughts. He taps a finger against his leg as he looks towards the ground, sort of lost in thought, before he raises his head and looks over.
"We're soldiers," he says a bit softly, but with a note of seriousness in his voice, "We're meant to face danger. However, we did learn something serious about this planet, that these cultists worship such a being. That such a danger exists in this universe..." he frowns and shakes his head, "It's almost impossible to believe."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 27, 2010 20:03:18 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron tries to suppress a snicker-snort, but he can't help it, and he bursts out laughing, even holding his abdomen. Him? Emotionally sensitive? Now that's rich! A-hah hah hah! Finally, he finishes, rubs the side of his head, and explains, "That's not it at all, Breakaway. It's more like... I can tell if demons have killed a Transformer by eating all his lifeforce." His expression turns into something of a morbid smirk.
More cold now, he adds, "If you think that's sick, I'm afraid that Unicron really only gets worse than that, Breakaway. You had better believe it quickly, Prowl. The enemy will capitalize on any faltering. Now then, I suppose we should record our findings for the others and upload them to the ship's databanks."
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Post by Breakaway on May 27, 2010 23:03:20 GMT -5
I can tell if demons have killed a Transformer by eating all his lifeforce. Emirate Xaaron said that with a straight face. Not only giant evil planet-eating transformers, but demons too? Breakaway is now picturing Xaaron's home reality as a post-apocalyptic nightmare world where demonic hordes roam the stars aboard transforming planets, devouring all in their path.
"There are demons now, too? Do I need to be packing silver bullets or something? I'll need more silver in my diet for that. Roger that, sir. Back to base."
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Post by Prowl on May 30, 2010 22:26:29 GMT -5
Prowl looks worriedly at Xaaron as he laughs, not sure if he's laughing from the sheer insanity of the situation they went through, or the relief that it's over, or Breakaway's comment. To him, it seems to be a combination of the three. The idea of life force isn't very strange to him, however, so he just sort of passes over that.
"I will not let it falter my will," he nods. "Though if I may ask, how many of the others aboard the ship know of Unicron? Is this something we should keep quiet until it is important to announce?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 30, 2010 22:48:31 GMT -5
The post-apocalyptic wasteland is G2. Or maybe Kalis. Where Emirate Xaaron had a base under, once. So maybe Breakaway is right, after all.
Emirate Xaaron stares at Breakaway, confused, and he asks, "But why would you use silver bullets? Lead is denser than silver, anyway, and if you really want a high energy kinetic penetrator, I hear that depleted uranium is very popular."
He shakes his head, "No, with demons, the trick is to avoid energy weapons entirely. Lasers, flamethrowers, and the like will only make them stronger. I... am not sure if they can process the kinetic energy from slugs, though. Never kept one alive long enough to experiment. You can kill them by feeding them more energy than they can handle, but it took a cannon bigger than I am that required its own hoversled to lift." He smiles fondly, remembering that cannon. It was a good cannon. "However, I am not aware of any Cybertronian demons on Pz-Zazz, though I suppose there could be some." He chews his lip pensively.
Then, Emirate Xaaron laughs again and points out, "Prowl, my dear, we have a recording of Unicron eating Gillanan's sister planet in the Event Horizon's databanks. He's no secret to us. The fact that some of us are enemies to Unicron, however, that I would have kept secret from the people of Pz-Zazz. Granted, that church is likely going to warn all the allied sects that we're trouble." He grimaces.
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Post by Breakaway on May 31, 2010 0:17:24 GMT -5
"Oh, it's from Earth mythology. They think silver bullets are good to use against demons or something. I got the impression demons weren't real, though. I guess your demons are different." At the news that all the Unicronian sects on the planet are likely going to be gunning for them now, Breakaway snorts. "Not to sound like a Decepticon, sir, but if it comes down to it I'm pretty sure we can wipe the deck with any cultists that cross us." Fighting demons and evil gods is one thing. People, on the other hand, Breakaway knows how to kill.
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Post by Prowl on Jun 1, 2010 10:17:17 GMT -5
"I haven't had much interest in viewing the stored files thus far. It seems like I may have to..." Prowl trails off and glances upwards towards the tree that they sit under. His expression turns to a worried one.
How many planets have been destroyed that have had untouched nature? A sick feeling wells up in his spark before he glances downward and then back up at Xaaron. "I believe I will stay here for a few cycles before I return to the ship and report things that I have gathered from this encounter."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 1, 2010 10:30:27 GMT -5
"For one thing," Emirate Xaaron replies wryly, a crooked grin on his face, "my demons are real."
In more than one meaning, really, but he's not going to get into that.
He steeples his fingers and points out, "The real problem is that we can't afford to overly break the law here. I'm not sure we can afford the bill. So as much I may loathe to say so, we may have to remain circumspect in our actions."
With a creak, he stands from where he was sitting and remarks, amused, "See you around, Prowl. If you let me."
OOC: Thread wrap?
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Post by Breakaway on Jun 1, 2010 22:40:49 GMT -5
Breakaway snorts. "From what I've seen of this planet so far the only reason we can't afford to break the law is because we literally can't afford it." He shoots the cyber-ninja a lazy salute as he makes to follow Emirate Xaaron. "Catch me when you're off-duty, Prowl, we'll run a combat sim or something."
OOC: Wrap is fine by me.
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Post by Prowl on Jun 1, 2010 22:57:57 GMT -5
"I'd be glad to see both of you around," he nods and then looks around. He then jumps lightly up into the tree and sits amidst its branches, taking his time to sit and think.
ooc: Wrap is go!
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