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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 7, 2010 14:52:18 GMT -5
Counterpunch switches to a general frequency, low powered radio wave as they lose air. No more speaking in here!
"Yes, it was," he says, still growling even over the radio. "To be improved on, to be channeled, to be controlled."
By the time Counterpunch is done 'speaking' the air is completely gone. He turns to watch as the outer hatch noiselessly begins to slide aside.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 7, 2010 15:07:31 GMT -5
"To be gilded like a lily at dawn by the rays of a yellow star," waxes Skyblast, also over the radio.
Before the hatch has even completely opened, Skyblast bounds outside. This particular patch of orbital debris is far enough away that the tethers won't reach far enough - so they'll be going untethered. Dangerous work for rookies, which doubtless why they're stuck with it.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 7, 2010 21:51:32 GMT -5
"In a manner of speaking," Counterpunch replies, eying Skyblast warily.
Oooooooh, yeah. This guy's definitely going into the next report. Although he supposes he should mention a potential 'recruit' to his apparent chain of command, too.
Counterpunch checks the small jetpack on his back - it wouldn't be enough to let him fly in a gravity well (although there he wouldn't need it), but it does let him maneuver in freefall. Then he leaps out after Skyblast, heading towards their assigned rubbish.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 9, 2010 18:46:53 GMT -5
Skyblast has also switched to radio, which a cartoon show would do nothing to note, thereby confusing generations of children about the lack of sounds in space.
He has eschewed the crummy little spacepacks that the Department of Sanitation provides, because he's in this job for the space parkour, and bouncing off random pieces of space junk, satellites, and any passing spaceships that get too close by sounds like fun to him. This is hideously unsafe, of course, but there aren't really too many laws concerning it, because most people don't have quite this level of thrill-seeking.
Out fo the gate, the clambers along the side of the space station for a while until he finds a long, study antennae sticking out, and he whips himself around it, swinging, finally launching himself off in more or less the correct vector to eventually get where he's going.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 9, 2010 19:19:09 GMT -5
"Ain't you the one who turns into a tiny spaceship? Why aren't you just flying?" Counterpunch demands, red optics glaring after the show-off as he moves towards the target more directly.
"Just a blasted show-off, I guess."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 10, 2010 19:50:39 GMT -5
Skyblast starts to reply. Counterpunch will even hear radio static. Then, before the first word is out, he catches himself. Counterpunch is a Decepticon. If he wants to think that Skyblast is currently wearing a space-capable mode, he can go on thinking that.
Skyblast could go scan a space-capable mode, it’s true, but he’s rather irrationally attached to his current mode, so he hasn’t bothered yet, if he ever will.
He does boast, “Blasted? Oh, yeah, baby, I’m Skyblast, but if you think this is showing off, you haven’t seen anything yet. Just hang tight and watch the show.”
He throws out a leg, which adjusts his momentum, each action having an equal and opposite reaction, which just nudges him over to a large, massive communications satellite that has reaction thrusters of its own to steady its position when jostled. Skyblast hits it feet-first, then bends over double into a hand-stand, and as the satellite pushes back against him, he times it just so to get the maximum momentum boost from his jump, and he’s off again.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 10, 2010 21:12:40 GMT -5
Counterpunch notes the brief moment of radio static and files away mentally, but doesn't comment on it. Interesting reaction. Counterpunch suspects that Skyblast may not have a space-capable mode, after all, given the timing, but he's not going to try to force Skyblast to reveal that.
He'd have to report it to the Decepticons if he found out, after all.
He groans at Skyblast's boasts. He even bothers to activate his radio to groan. For his part, he just continues the boring old direct flight...
... until a small, rectangular object knocks him off course.
"... What the blazes is that?!"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 10, 2010 21:35:24 GMT -5
Skyblast twists along his spine and throws out an arm, pirouetting like a ballerina and nudging himself over closer to Counterpunch to take a look at the mysterious rectangular prism floating through space on a collision course through space at Counterpunch.
He studies it and remarks, “It’s not what we were tasked with bringing in, that’s for sure. Way too small. In fact, I don’t think it’s on the ephemeris chart, so it must be new. Looks like a… briefcase? What’s that doing up here?”
Then Skyblast thinks about the used firewall he saw floating around two shifts ago, and he decides maybe he shouldn’t question.
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 10, 2010 23:07:42 GMT -5
Counterpunch recovers himself and turns towards Skyblast, having an easy enough time of it thanks to his standard issue space jetpack. He shakes his head.
"This world has weirder orbital junk than Earth, and that's saying something," he grumbles. Then he hesitates and admits, "Though... nothing I've seen up here beats Cybertron's newest moon."
He looks at the briefcase and reaches for it. "Well, you going to open it?" he ask, although the fact that he's now trying to grab it from Skyblast might make it hard to do so!
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 11, 2010 19:10:17 GMT -5
Skyblast is eventually going to clonk into Counterpunch, unless he redirects his momentum somehow. Right now, he seems content to clonk into Counterpunch, and will, unless Counterpunch gets out of the way.
Amused, Skyblast points out, "You're the one trying to grab it! What, worried there's a bomb inside and trying to fob it off on me?"
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 11, 2010 22:11:41 GMT -5
Counterpunch is clonked into by Skyblast.
His head snaps to glare at the Autobot. "Hey!" he shouts angrily over the radio. "Watch where you're going!" As he shouts, he snatches the briefcase from Skyblast and then hesitates.
"Could be," he allows at the mention of the bomb. Then he inspects the lock. He pulls a very thin blade of metal with a slight hook at the end and begins to pick the briefcase's lock.
Right after noting that it could be a bomb.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 12, 2010 10:32:22 GMT -5
Skyblast bounces off Counterpunch and slowly begins to drift the opposite direction, much of his momentum lost to the inelastic collision. He arches an optical ridge as Counterpunch works on picking the lock. Skyblast reminds idly, "We're on the clock. Can you do that and move? I mean, we're supposed to report uncharted debris, too, but..."
But you're a Decepticon, and that's a briefcase.
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 12, 2010 12:51:41 GMT -5
But Counterpunch is a Decepticon and that's a briefcase.
"We're on the clock and we get paid by the hour," Counterpunch snaps. "So what's your problem?" He effortlessly gets the briefcase unlocked - with enough time, Counterpunch can (and has) break electronic locks designed by the likes of Shockwave. Getting into a simple briefcase is simplicity itself.
He starts to open it, then slams it shut as the coins within start to float out. He fails to get it closed in time to keep them all in place, however, and several gold-colored coins spin gently in the darkness. Counterpunch reaches out to pluck one from space and examines it, then hnhs.
"Shanix," he observes.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jul 12, 2010 13:44:38 GMT -5
"Because this job is awesome, and I don't want to get fired!" Skyblast protests. He reaches out and snatches up one of the spinning golden coins, flipping it through his fingers and spinning it along his wrist and lower arm.
Skyblast continues, "We should report this, but you're a Decepticon, this is Pz-Zazz, and our boss will probably just pocket the money and not bother looking into any of it. It's probably counterfeit, anyway. Or marked. People don't just throw briefcases of money into space for no reason."
He pulls his legs back behind him and wraps his arms backwards around his shins, thinking.
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Post by Counterpunch on Jul 12, 2010 14:48:56 GMT -5
"I'm a Decepticon, this is Pz-Zazz, and our boss will probably just pocket the money, yes," Counterpunch agrees, tying the briefcase off to his waist and starting to gather up the floating shanix. Leaving these things floating in in orbit isn't exactly great for space travel, either.
Truth is, Counterpunch is a lot more likely to look into matters than their boss, but he's certainly not in a postion to stop Skyblast or the Autobots from looking, is he?
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