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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 10, 2010 20:59:57 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime has a pretty good point there about not throwing too many of the wrong people at a problem. Luckily, Springer seems to have taken the point.
Emirate Xaaron assures, "We'll get back to that later, Springer."
Seems like Springer is at least willing to admit that Mirage is smart, so the flirting training cannot have gone too poorly, can it? Hope springs eternal.
“…though, given that we can’t do much about the situation from right here, do you have any questions about what you’ve been tasked with, Springer?” Emirate Xaaron spreads his hands and fixes Springer with a searching look.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 10, 2010 22:53:55 GMT -5
Rodimus scowls and drums his fingers on his desk for a moment. There is every reason in the world for him not to go rushing off to deal with the situation himself. There are the rather good reasons he just gave Springer for not doing the same, and then there is the fact that the mysterious enemy can duplicate Rodimus's own appearance. And despite knowing better, and despite having sent others to do the dirty work so often in the past, Rodimus still has to fight down the urge to go rushing off himself.
He shakes his head to clear it, then smirks faintly. "I guess this delays your next lesson, huh?" Rodimus asks Springer. After all, by the time he had left the training session, Springer had not yet completely called it quits!
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Post by Springer on Jul 12, 2010 8:08:10 GMT -5
Springer leans back in the chair again, interlocking his hands on the back of his head as he looks over at Xaaron. "Not a one - I wouldn't be a fitting Wrecker leader if I couldn't recruit." He smirks a bit, then looks over at Rodimus. "I suppose it does, but it gives me more time to practice. Should be able to blow Mirage out of the water by the next lesson, if I do say so myself."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 12, 2010 9:03:15 GMT -5
A vague and non-committal, "Mm-hm," is Emirate Xaaron's reply to Springer's assertion that he has no questions. He supposes he'll take Springer rushing headlong into things over Springer angsting. "Don't let it interfere with your duties to Kup, and don't let the rest of Military think you're playing favourites."
And as for Springer saying so himself, Emirate Xaaron shifts a bit in his chair, smirks, and points out, "You just did. Glad to hear you're seeing the utility, however. Now, about those Tyrest Accords?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 12, 2010 10:01:49 GMT -5
"You're not supposed to be blowing Mirage out of anything," Rodimus jokingly replies to Springer, leaning back into his seat and resting the top of his knee against his desk. "It's a non-combat exercise, remember?" he adds, winking.
He schools his expression to something more serious - and slightly more confused - when Emirate Xaaron mentions the 'Tyrest Accords.' "Tyrest what?" he asks, looking between the Autobot leader and the Wrecker commander.
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Post by Springer on Jul 12, 2010 13:22:04 GMT -5
"Only metaphorically speaking, of course," Springer replies to Rodimus with a knowing smirk.
Then he looks back at Xaaron. "Ah, yeah. The Tyrest Accord is an agreement between Autobots and the Decepticons - it relates to the control of Cybertronian tech, forbidding us from passing it into the hands of alien species. There are officers, like my Ultra Magnus, who track down violators of the Accord, then bring them back to the High Justice counsel of their respective faction. It's a part of the much larger Code of Interplanetary Conflict, and was drafted by Chief Justice Tyrest."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 12, 2010 13:37:20 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron looks interested, and he rubs his chin thoughtfully. "See, back home, Tyrest is a Decepticon-controlled city-state that borders Kalis. So Tyrest is a person in your reality? That's certainly interesting."
He also muses about the fact that while Ultra Magnus's Autobots and Decepticons stopped the war to go make a bunch of Micromasters and then continue fighting, Springer's Autobots and Decepticons apparently managed to agree on some common laws. Emirate Xaaron has to ask, "...there's a common legal code between the factions, and the Decepticons actually follow it?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 12, 2010 14:17:54 GMT -5
Rodimus snorts out an amused laugh. "You didn't seem so 'metaphorical' yesterday!" he banters back brightly.
Brow-ridges lift at the description of the 'Tyrest Accord' however, befure they furrow in thought. "Hnh. See, back home, I'm pretty sure the only reason the Decepticons would even try to hash out something like that would be so that they could find some way to stab us in the back for following it."
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Post by Springer on Jul 12, 2010 14:46:44 GMT -5
"Well, some did follow it. Magnus was there to go after individuals that broke the accord - I'd come in with the Wreckers on more general conflict code violations. Decepticons, even in when breaking the conflict code had their own protocol for how they would attack a planet - different phases carried out while in secret." Then Springer half-shrugs, tilting his head faintly. "Of course, there would be those who broke their own protocol - those who outed themselves violently would have to be dealt with."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 12, 2010 16:32:51 GMT -5
"Hmm, maybe you should explain what this whole conflict code is, in general," Emirate Xaaron suggests, crooking one finger as if to adjust a remote control to 'rewind'.
He nods and agrees with Rodimus Prime, "The Decepticons wanting any kind of deal is the oldest trick in the book."
Just ask the Council of Elders. Oh wait, you can't because they're dead because they surrendered to a Decepticon. Fools.
Then he rubs the back of his helmet revises, "Erm, no, trapping your enemy is the oldest trick in the book, but the other one comes in pretty close."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 12, 2010 22:30:28 GMT -5
Rodimus leans forward, resting an elbow on his desk and covering his face with the palm of his right hand as he does. "I know, I know," he groans at Emirate Xaaron's comment about Decepticons wanting any kind of a deal being the oldest trick in the book.
(Because in a manner of speaking, he fell for that one.)
He then lowers his arm so he can turn his attention back to the conversation at hand, sighing slightly. "But, erm, not the topic at hand. Conflict code?"
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Post by Springer on Jul 13, 2010 10:55:57 GMT -5
"The Code of Interplanetary Conflict - basically a big set of rules governing the war and interaction with alien species. Generally, interacting with alien species is forbidden. The Tyrest Accord is part of the Code." Springer shrugs faintly. "Usually didn't have to worry about it too much myself - most of my missions were cleaning up messes where the concept of following the code had flown out of a twentieth story window."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 13, 2010 13:16:38 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron stares at Rodimus Prime when he groans. Don't you even think about angsting, boy. Don't make me come over there. I'll do it!
Then, he looks back at Springer, and he asks, "Hmm, give me an idea of the average sort of assignments you'd accept for your team," Emirate Xaaron being used to Wreckers who will turn down crazy missions for being too crazy, "the groundwork you'd do," Wreckers who plan and train for assignments, who set up false intelligence for the enemy, "and the implementation."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jul 13, 2010 14:01:54 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime gets angst all over Emirate Xaaron's nice, clean office!
No, not really. His attention has returned to the discussion at hand, and he listens with interest. By the time he left his own reality, Springer's other duties tended to keep him away from anything Wrecker-related (he's not from the reality-branch where they eventually became the Survivors instead), but he's certainly heard some interesting stories from Springer's Wrecker-days, and so he's curious as to how they compare.
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Post by Springer on Jul 13, 2010 18:44:40 GMT -5
If Rodimus distracts Xaaron, Springer will angst all over the place when Xaaron isn't looking!
Springer pulls his arms down, rubbing at his chin with one hand at Xaaron's question. "Hm... Well, generally, we get called in to tip the odds in Autobot favor - even if it's deemed impossible, we find a way to make it work through a liberal application of force. Back home, we managed to take care of the team the Decepticons formed to counter us, Squadron X, and help fend off the second coming of Thunderwing...pretty tall orders, both of them." Springer adjusts in his seat a bit. "As for implementation, that all depends on who I wind up with, really. The general idea is to lay a general plan for the start of an operation to get us going toward the goal, and then play it by ear once we're in. We were pretty good at ambushes and thinking on our feet." Perhaps a slightly embellished way of saying 'we turn up and shoot', but still the truth.
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