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Post by SceneMod on Jul 10, 2010 23:04:54 GMT -5
Buu'lock slaps a palm to his face and groans at Springer's denials. He looks at Xaaron.
"Yeah, so I can see not teaching fancypants manners, but claw and feathers don't you teach 'em the concept of plausible deniability? I mean, even cops know to let the perp shoot first before filling him full of holes. Less paperwork that way."
Mon-T'ya sighs and cuts her eyes at her partner, "Buu'lock?"
"What?" he glares
"Shut up. You and the green guy can play 'mine's bigger than yours' later, " she answers, then raises her voice to cover her partner's sputtering, "The legal code in it's entirely is available to the public free of charge at the Municipal Archives Main branch in Basin City. However, I believe none of that information can actually be checked out. You'll have to pay for copies."
In the folder is a detailed accounting of a jet's "sudden drop in altitude" which caused "some concern" and prompted Springer to attack said jet. The fact that the jet was apparently carrying some sort of child (Mistwind) is also mentioned. Also included is a very, very detailed list of the property damages Sentinel is responsible for, with suggested restitution amounts, as well as a summons to stand trial if he's determined to be of sound mind.
Mon-T'ya continues, "Look, you'll probably be able to make a plausible case to get all of them off their various charges without much in the way of actual consequences. But those Decepticon folks...they seem to have some rather successful merchants guild attached to them. Chances are they can bribe the outcome to whatever they want."
"However," her lips quirk up, "Springer is covered by the Emergency Deputization Protocols until such time as I determine his assistance is no longer needed."
Buu'lock's jaw drops, "Oh hell, you didn't?"
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Post by Springer on Jul 10, 2010 23:15:04 GMT -5
Springer stammers a bit at Xaaron's barb, before unclenching his fist and leaning back in his chair. "Yes, sir..."
Granted, Springer's a Wrecker, not a cop, but his figurative leash has been yanked, so he'll keep quiet for now. Seems like Mon-T'ya has it under control, anyway.
However, he snorts at the guild bit. "They kept the merchant angle? Wonderful... Just our luck, they'll have Swindle behind it."
Springer leans his head into one hand, though he boggles at Mon-T'ya's next comment. "...wait, what?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 11, 2010 20:16:38 GMT -5
"Plausible deniability is a wonderful thing," Emirate Xaaron sighs, leaving back in his chair and looking down at his hands. "We could use more of it, I suppose."
"I must note that our species doesn't really have children in the non-mechanical lifeform sense of the term. I'm shorter than Springer, there, but I'm probably twice his age, perhaps four times his age," Emirate Xaaron notes idly, and he pulls out a holocube to demonstrate his point. "Neither height nor personality correspond to age." First, he pulls up a picture of Blurr and continues, "This is Blurr. Nervous, high-strung, tend to babble, twitchy, never wants to stay still. The very image of a high energy young man. He's about four million years old." He adjusts the holocube, and Rodimus Prime is standing next to Blurr, in scale. "Rodimus Prime. Clever, responsible, fiercely protective of his men and the innocent, a veteran leader. He's either about four million, like Blurr, or a few years old. He had a rather drastic rebuild recently, and we're all a bit unclear on whether he's the same person or not." He then adds in Holi, who does look like a child next to 'teenager' Blurr and 'adult' Rodimus Prime. "Holi. He's usually pretty bright and chipper, a real Captain Can-Do - and he is a Captain. He's a fully accredited law enforcement officer on his home planet, with field experience."
"Likewise, design doesn't mean much." He adds Skyblast and Skyfire to the lineup, tapping each as he names them. "Skyblast is not a juvenile of Skyfire's design line. Skyblast is an adult, and he'll never be any bigger than that without a rebuild."
"We usually come alive with complete personalities and the skillsets necessary for what will be our careers. Seconds after creation, we can be in a laboratory, designing fusion reactors - or on a battlefield, taking lives." Emirate Xaaron smiles lopsidedly, his expression grim. He adds Botanica to the lineup. "Botanica's only a few centuries old, but she captained an exploration mission on her own and is quite a respected scientist now. You wouldn't guess she's a fraction of Blurr's age if you met the two of them. It's not to say that our personalities never change or grow - I hear that Kup," the cube flickers as he adds Kup to the lineup, "was quite a hellion when he was younger, but he's around sixteen million years old now. And certainly, we sometimes change our looks, but... we don't have proper children. Someone who seems childlike might be millions of years old, and someone who seems a weary veteran literally might have come online yesterday."
He thinks about his own Ultra Magnus, and he sighs, slightly pained. Emirate Xaaron shakes his head and starts, "Anyway, I am digressing, but... wait, what? You deputised my Wrecker?"
He's hearing the words from her mouth, but they're not making sense. Emirate Xaaron will worry about the mess with the merchant guilds and the charges later.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 11, 2010 20:54:26 GMT -5
"I did," Mon-T'ya answers the two incredulous men.
She shrugs negligently, "It was the best way to get your other man out of Arak'ham without involving anyone else. And because I do things by the book, I did make that deputization official. Of course, I made sure to send it through to someone who wouldn't be able to make the connection between the two green robots named Springer."
"See, here's the thing. I don't like what was done to the blue guy. He was an ass and seems a few bricks shy of load for sure, but that doesn't mean I want to see him get fragged up like that. If those supposed 'peaceful merchants' were behind that, I'm all for throwing a monkey wrench into the works."
"Reminds me. Did you get that info?" she asks Buu'lock turning toward the other detective.
"Yeah. Yeah I did," he answers, then almost shouts, "Goddamn it 'T'ya you can't do stuff like this! You're gonna get yourself killed, sticking your neck out like that!"
Mon-T'ya just glares at Buu'lock until he yanks another file out of his coat, opens it and plops it down on the table. It has the visitor logs from the asylum, all the official meds and treatments Sentinel received, as well as two grainy black and white stills, obviously taken from security footage. The footage shows both Oil Slick and Blackarachnia in their local dress.
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Post by Springer on Jul 12, 2010 8:32:24 GMT -5
Springer can't help a bit of smirk about being an official officer now. Certainly a step up from being hassled by them for doing his job. "So do I get my own badge, too?" he asks, mostly jokingly.
His tone shifts as the subject goes back to Sentinel's stay in Ark'ham, taking the folder once Buu'lock lays it down. The information is skimmed, and Springer settles on the two images. "Well, once Perceptor gets Sentinel cleaned out, I'll ask him about these two" he says, tapping a finger on each photo. "Hopefully it doesn't take too long..."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 12, 2010 9:52:29 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is aware that these Detectives might not have the Autobots', Maximals', and that one Mini-Con's best interests in mind. On the other hand, the one that reminds him of Montoya1 certainly seems to have stuck her neck out for them, and he thinks he likes how she works, even if she's hurting his head a bit. He raises his hand to his crown-like forehead and looks from Springer to Mon-T'ya, and he breaks down laughing for a brief moment, dropping his hand to cover his mouth, suggesting, "Erm, maybe if you need help with SWAT or riot squad..." He makes a fist of his hand, covering a static-cough, and then he rubs the back of his head. "I mean, you can keep him as long as you need him. Please. He's very, ah, useful."
"Sentinel Prime? The 'cons do have a few scientists, engineers, and technicians with them, including a known druggist who traded in syk, an illegal circuit booster, back home." Perhaps not the same Mixmaster, but oh well. "It would be more than within plausibility for them to have drugged him, though it is a bit curious that they didn't just kill him. Perhaps they wanted continue the downward spiral of Autobot public relations?" Emirate Xaaron shrugs.
He scoots a bit closer to Springer to look at the photos, and he notes, "We can do better than wait on Sentinel. We could ask the Twins, Prowl, or Optimus Prime - they're from the same region, yes? I somehow don't think Bambi, Glyph, Elita-1, or Mayday would know them. I mean, they could be robots of a different species, but in that case, probable motive gets even more obscure."
Emirate Xaaron looks from Mon-T'ya over to Buu'lock and murmurs, "Reminds me of a lot of people I know."
1 Emirate Xaaron used to watch teevee with a Junkion. Go look at his skills!
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 12, 2010 22:31:47 GMT -5
Buu'lock scowls, "The dame signed in as some sort of familial relation. Doesn't mean much, but it does imply that she knew the guy. She was there a good bit before the other guy, but they left together."
Mon-T'ya sighs and settles back in her chair and answers Springer, "No you don't get a badge. Honestly, once the trial date comes around, you'd be stripped anyway. However-" again with that little smile, "I might be able to works something out before then. Couple people owe me favors. But if I do that, well...it would pretty much make you mine and Buu'lock's gopher for a period of time. On paper, at least, and partially in fact."
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Post by Springer on Jul 14, 2010 17:51:02 GMT -5
Springer looks up, then at Xaaron, putting on a half smirk. "What's so funny? I'd be a great officer!" Maybe better suited to the riot or SWAT guys, but still a good officer, Springer figures.
He then nods at Xaaron's suggestion, though counters slightly - "Was talking to Perceptor just a moment ago, seems he's a bit lucid already, but no such thing as too much information."
Then he looks up at Mon-T'ya. "Sounds like a good plan - running around and being a cop might do some good for our public face, depending how things turn out." Especially if he could catch Starscream or Duskwing red-handed.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 14, 2010 19:10:10 GMT -5
"Dame?" Emirate Xaaron double-takes, looking at the picture. "He's a woman? Which one? Er... I'm from a subspecies of Transformer that doesn't have women, so I'm not very good at identifying them." He sounds perfectly sincere and truthful in saying so, because he actually is being perfectly sincere and truthful.
"I find it a bit implausible that Sentinel Prime would be related to either of those two - they're not Autobots, and they don't look like they come from a similar design line, but I suppose asking him is the only way to get a definitive answer." Actually, he finds it very implausible, but he doesn't come out and say that.
Hmm, does he want to let Springer become the thrall of some alien he's just met? He cannot help but feel a bit off about this concept. //Be careful about what deals you make, Springer. These aliens seem nice enough, but we can't be sure.//
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 14, 2010 21:53:46 GMT -5
Buu'lock makes a face. "Oh. You're from one of those groups that don't believe in machines having gender, huh?" He reaches over and pokes the picture of Blackarachnia, "This one's the girl."
Mon-T'ya waves a hand, "We'll see. Nothing's certain yet, but we'll see. At any rate, that's where things stand right now. I hope you can get your man back on an even keel, but, ah...might I heavily suggest that he have a chaperon whenever he starts going planetside again?"
Looks like we're heading toward a wrap, yes, no? Shall we fade out on dry planning and plotting?
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Post by Springer on Jul 18, 2010 7:29:17 GMT -5
Springer raises his browridge a bit Mon-T'ya's suggestion, nodding. "Oh yeah, definitely gonna give him a buddy to make sure this scrap doesn't happen again..."
He glances over at Xaaron - "Hey, we could say the same about you, Nightbeat, and Rodimus."
//I'd trust them - Mon-T'ya, at least - she was about as mad as Perceptor was when she found out what state Sentinel was in, and bent over backwards to help us out back there.//
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 18, 2010 12:48:04 GMT -5
"Oh, I accept that women exist. It's not a matter of belief," Emirate Xaaron corrects cheerfully. Schooled in both science and religion as he is, he keeps accepting things as a verifiable fact and believing things based on faith separate. "I just have trouble identifying women."
He doesn't understand what makes Override a woman when Blurr is a man, for example. They're both fast, sleek cars. He does, however, memorise that Blackarachnia is a women for future purposes. Memorising genders when they're told to him is the only way he's ever been able to figure out to learn them.
Emirate Xaaron looks at Springer, puzzled, and he admits, "I'm from a completely different design line and era than Rodimus Prime and Nightbeat." And city-state, too, but he isn't admitting that. "I'm more talking about how the Twins are siblings," duh, "and they share marked design-line similarities, as well as the same regional accent."
He nods at Mon-T'ya suggestion and agrees, "Sentinel Prime is in your division, anyway, Springer. I'll leave it to you as to his punishment, as a learning experience," for the both of them.
//When you're as old as I am, that alone is not enough reason to trust, but it's a start.//
OOC: End, unless Scenemod has anything to finish on?
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