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Post by Springer on Jul 13, 2010 22:36:38 GMT -5
Springer looks back and forth between Perceptor and Xaaron, then suddenly Xaaron has him up against the wall, yelling at him. And Impactor is groaning at him.
"I...I..." He looks at the half-dead Impactor. Even in this state, he has differences from ...well, himself. Springer shakes his head, getting ahold of himself as he slumps, subspacing the gun. "I'm sorry, I... thought you were someone else. Jumped the gun."
He opens a channel to Xaaron with a heavy sigh. //...yeah, I lied. My Impactor and I... We had our differences.//
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 13, 2010 22:52:07 GMT -5
Mirage has somehow become the stick with which to threaten other Autobots.
On the one hand, Perceptor is threatening Springer with physical violence. On the other hand, Impactor is telling Emirate Xaaron to lay off the aggression.
Things are very, very strange in this room.
Reluctantly, Emirate Xaaron lets go of Springer and crosses his arms, nose slightly in the air. He sniffs, "Hmph, always rushing into things without thinking, Springer."
Oh right, Perceptor asked him a question. Emirate Xaaron rubs the back of his helmet, looks over at Impactor, and explains, a bit pained and ashamed of himself, "He was killed by the assassin Macabre. Threw himself in the way of a shot that was meant for me. Then, the renegade Autobot scientist Flame," feel free to be insulted now, Perceptor, "used his computer to reanimate the dead as mindless zombies. Impactor shook that control somehow and saved me from Flame and then shut down an unstable reactor that would have destroyed Cybertron. That's why he's radioactive hot."
He paces back over to Impactor to try to help him up, which might be hard, given the massive height difference.
//My Impactor and Springer got along famously after the Triple-Changers assaulted him while painted as Decepticons. How would you like it if Kup drew a gun on you?//
Emirate Xaaron wonders what else Springer has been lying about, but the time for such discussions is not now.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 13, 2010 23:04:01 GMT -5
"Z-zombies?"
Why, yes, the scientist trying to help you up, Impactor, did just totally freeze up. Impactor may not be Perceptor's mistake come back to haunt him, but the last time Perceptor had to deal with a zombie, he almost got dragged to the bottom of a swamp by his best friend. It wasn't a good time.
He'll be insulted about the Flame thing later, when he gets over the whole zombie thing. That may take a moment or two, though.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 14, 2010 7:49:11 GMT -5
Who the heck else could Springer have mistaken Impactor for? Are there many other dead Wreckers with harpoons-for-hands wandering around this place?
He just shrugs at Springer's apology. Certainly, Springer's reaction hurt, but there's a whole lot more to deal with than something minor like that. Like what Emirate Xaaron's saying.
The unliving Autobot leans against the scientist trying to help him up, reluctantly using Perceptor as support, as he considers Emirate Xaaron's rough summary of his life - but more importantly, the tenses used. "'Sssshut down'?" He pauses. "'Would have'?" Another pause. "Then... got it down... in time?" One might assume that them being still there would be proof of that, but considering Perceptor just claimed they were on a space ship, one can't really go with assumptions here.
And yes, he has noticed that the guy who had been helping him up has now frozen. He simply turns his half-destroyed face to frown at Perceptor. Though he doesn't voice his thoughts (that's proving rather difficult at the moment), the portion that still looks like a face seems to be asking, What's your problem?
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 14, 2010 7:50:37 GMT -5
A knock comes on the locked door.
"Yo!" Long Haul's voice comes from the other side. "What the blazes is going on in there?"
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Post by Springer on Jul 14, 2010 10:18:45 GMT -5
"...Macabre..." Springer mumbles, straightening up. He shakes his head a bit, leaning on the wall as Xaaron needles him. //I... Fine, I see your point. I still have my reasons, though. We'll have to discuss that later, though...// he replies trailing off as Long Haul provides a very welcome distraction by knocking on the door.
Springer keys in the unlock sequence and opens the door. "Sorry 'bout that, Long Haul - kneejerk security measure on my part."
He glances back at Impactor, fighting back a shudder at the whole thing. From what Xaaron said now and before, this one looks to be an Impactor of better character. Will still take a lot of getting used to, though...
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 14, 2010 10:43:28 GMT -5
"Yes, zombies," Emirate Xaaron confirms, optics narrowed and tone annoyed. "For pity's sake, it's not like he's a demon or something, Perceptor!" because a demon would obviously be so much worse, is he right?
So there's Perceptor frozen on the one side of Impactor and Emirate Xaaron being too short (and short-tempered) on the other. The poor fellow is surrounded by scientist tanks. This is probably someone's dream, but it's probably not Impactor's.
He says quietly, "Yes, you did it. You saved Cybertron. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't." Odd phrasing - there are other people in the room who wouldn't be alive, too, right? Except they're all from alternate Cybertrons, and Emirate Xaaron doesn't particularly fancy trying to explain this whole mess to a zombie quite just yet.
He lift his head and shouts back to Long Haul, "Blazes, mostly! One radioactive zombie on our side," that part is very important, and he cannot stress it enough, because Long Haul is still civilian enough to maybe freak out over the walking dead, "and two contaminated. The door is locked because... because... Springer, why'd you lock the door?"
Then Springer answers and explains that part. Emirate Xaaron frowns. Springer knows of a Macabre? //You could have just told me you didn't want to talk about it instead of lying. We'll talk. Oh yes, we'll talk.//
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 14, 2010 11:31:36 GMT -5
Xaaron's jibe penetrates Perceptor's fugue more than Impactor's irritated look, startling the scientist out of his frozen state.
"Who should have a heart now?" Perceptor grumbles as he helps Impactor. "If you recall, the last occassion that I observed a 'zombie', they were attempting to deactivate me. Messily." And rather traumatically, but that should go without saying.
He can do this. After all, Impactor hadn't tried to drag him into fetid swamp water by his ankle. Yet. Heck, even living Decepticons have been known to drag him under water. In chains! Impactor's already one up on the 'Cons, and Perceptor has helped them before!
Yes, he can do this!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 14, 2010 12:13:30 GMT -5
"Yeah. They... do that," Impactor admits as Perceptor talks about his last encounter with zombies. Who is he to argue? For a while there, his own vocation was attempting to messily deactivate the living.
Then he came to his senses and switched to messily re-deactivating his fellow zombies.
(And red Autobot scientists with tank modes, but we won't get into that.)
He looks up as the door opens, and the part of his mouth that still works (well, that's still intact) pulls down into a deeper frown.
"Xaaron," his words come hesitantly, not due to any shock or emotional difficulty, but because it takes considerable effort just to make his damaged vocalizer produce something recognizable, "Why... do you h-have a... Conssssssstructicon?"
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 14, 2010 12:16:26 GMT -5
"M'not a Constructicon," Long Haul snaps automatically as he carries the decontamination kits in. He sets them down then looks around at the situation in the room. He studies Impactor for a moment, then tilts his head and observes with his usual tact, "Buddy, you look like death warmed over."
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Post by Springer on Jul 14, 2010 19:09:49 GMT -5
Springer leans on the wall a moment, then leans down to get his datapad, subspacing it. Don't need that getting stepped on.
Springer grabs one of the spare decon kits, then looks over at Long Haul - "You have no idea..."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 14, 2010 19:33:09 GMT -5
"Oh, who hasn't almost been murdered by zombies, anyway?" Emirate Xaaron replies to Perceptor, too cheerily. In that flippant tone, he continues, "And don't be silly, Impactor. I don't have Constructicons. I have Constructibots. Brace yourself, because here's the thing..."
He sweeps out an arm, gesturing grandly. "...Long Haul's from a past reality where the Constructibots are civilians who build rather lovely cities that would give the Celestial Spires a run for their money. Perceptor's from a future where Unicron has been defeated, but instead of Primus's children, the Transformers were made as commercial goods, for sale. And Springer is..." ...from a reality where Springer is a lying, avoidant bootleg? "...still a Wrecker. Some things never change."
OOC: Folks have suggested a complete fade?
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 14, 2010 20:04:49 GMT -5
"Well, when you put it such a manner," Perceptor replies, his tone casual. Almost too casual.
"SUCH AN OCCURANCE HAD NEVER HAPPENED TO ME UNTIL THAT MOMENT!" he continues in a rather... vehement tone. Impactor is close enough, being that he's more than half-supported by Perceptor, to note that the scientist's hands are balled into fists, and he's almost as tense now as when he'd frozen up.
Yes, Xaaron, Perceptor is just about this close from reaching across the melted, undead zombie and smacking you upside your glittery, blinged out head.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 14, 2010 20:33:14 GMT -5
Impactor stares at Emirate Xaaron, good eye wide and unbelieving as he hears the explanation. It makes... no sense. But then, the way everyone else is reacting fits in with that. No one's particularly bothered by Long Haul being here. When Xaaron finishes with, 'Springer is still a Wrecker,' though, Impactor's broken face takes on the semblance of a smile, and he mutters, softly, "G..good."
"C-c-calm down," Impactor croaks out, fully aware of just how tense the guy he's leaning on has gone, "or y-you're going t-to have a aaaanottther zzzombie problem right-t here."
He then just clings between Emirate Xaaron and Perceptor for a moment, trying to build his strength back up. For all his tough words, it doesn't seem like he could be much of a problem. But then, Impactor can be rather surprising at times.
"Fffffffor a t-tank, you've got pretttty thin armor, Persssssseptor," he observes.
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 14, 2010 20:39:19 GMT -5
Long Haul hands off the decon kit to Springer, then looks around the room, baffled, as things suddenly get tense again.
"Hey, uhm... you know, I only brought three kits with me, so if this is turnin' into an all out brawl, I'm gonna need to make another run to sickbay."
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