Rattrap
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Sarcasm as a Lifestyle
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 31, 2010 21:13:24 GMT -5
Rattrap scrabbles to keep his position on Xaaron's very rounded shoulder when the boss bot gets to moving about, and he could do without the proximity to Swerve. The guy looks fighting mad and Rattrap happens to be allergic to angry robots big enough to squish him in one hit.
The guy's also an idiot. And, if you ask Rattrap, a traitor waiting to happen. He already admits to shooting another Autobot, for crying out loud.
"Oughtta throw him in the brig," Rattrap mutters once he finds secure purchase.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 31, 2010 21:14:11 GMT -5
"I didn't ask them to lie!" Swerve howls in outrage, shying away from Long Haul's and Xaaron's hands. "And… don't touch me! Too – too–" His voice dissolves into garbled noise as he heaves himself onto one side, trying to shake off the other Autobots before they get burned.
He didn't. He never asked anyone to lie on his behalf.
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Skid-Z
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'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
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Post by Skid-Z on Aug 1, 2010 10:17:44 GMT -5
Skid-Z tunes in when the reports are given. Wha- oh. When did the Emirate and commander Rattrap get here? (Yes, he was really out of there for a moment.)
He listens to all the talking, not feeling anything like interupting. It would make for noise and would be impolite. He wants to get away from here though. Get out, run. Well, right now he can't, but some day later he might, when he's all repaired. Run, not drive. In the holographic chambers this time.
The bot frowns at Breakaway. Was that some vagueish sort of agreement to what he had for a solution in the battle against the heavy? Nah, it probably wasn't. Still, the reports are good and thus he nods his agreement to them, "ehm, no additions, sirs" he belately adds.
Punishment? Heck, of course! How could they not get punished. Skid-Z waits to hear his, which he'll silently acknowledge.
-Still skippable!-
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 1, 2010 16:30:39 GMT -5
Long Haul ignores Swerve's thrashing, though he does draw away from him, but only so that he can push the cart he's using to prop himself up on towards one of the storage cabinets that line medical.
As Breakaway comments on Swerve's survivability against Bonecrusher and talks about head loss, he observes absently, not looking up at anyone, "I got my head ripped off by a Bonecrusher once. Weren't that one."
He slams into the cabinet that he'd been heading for, then pushes himself away from it far enough to let him open the door. When Emirate Xaaron claims that 'Getting things done is generally more important than the way they are done,' however, the Constructibot gives the other Autobot a wary glance. "That sorta thinking tends to lead to shoddy buildings, sir." He reaches into the cabinet to grab up an external cooling unit - in a repair bay that specializes in giant war robots, one has to be prepared for the possibility that someone's cooling system would be damaged, even when that cooling system doesn't belong to a perpetually overheating racer.
"Disorganized supply rooms, too."
Long Haul hates disorganized supply rooms. He may not have Hook's sense of order, but he's the one who generally has to fetch the supplies, and the more time spent looking for something is less time doing things that are actually interesting, like not hauling around supplies. It's better to just get the thing set straight at the start and then not worry about it.
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 1, 2010 21:30:43 GMT -5
No-one lied on Swerve's behalf. They just omitted certain pertinent facts. Surely Emirate Xaaron can appreciate the difference. Speaking of the Golden Brass, yikes, that's a harsh punishment he's handing Swerve. He's letting him work but clipping his wings.
As Long Haul retrieves a large, scary-looking piece of medical equipment whose function Breakaway isn't familiar with, his eyes go wide. "Er, glitch-head is gonna be alright, right?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 2, 2010 12:43:45 GMT -5
"Funny you should ask about punishment, Firebolt," Emirate Xaaron says slowly, but his tone of voice doesn't suggest that it is funny at all. "I suppose the normal punishment would be brigging." He glances sidelong at the rat on his shoulder. "However, that would just give Swerve an excuse to sulk, alone, without interacting with anyone and bemoan how unfairly woe-is-me his life is. It said that perdition is the company of others."
Hell is other people.
He looks to each Autobot in turn, an odd expression quirking over his face.
At Swerve's outrage, Emirate Xaaron holds one hand to the side of helmet, and he makes a face as if he just says something rather sour. He says slowly, "Swerve... they didn't lie. They omitted information. In specific, they willfully omitted information in front of the head of Intelligence and their Commander in Chief." He drops his hand to his hip. "They're all putting their necks on the chopping block for you. I could have the majority of this medical ward brigged father than you can cycle your optics off and on. You can say you didn't ask them to cover for you until you're blue in the face, but the fact is, they did. Stop protesting so rudely and show some gratitude. It'll get you farther, and you want to finish the race, yes? Not be hauled off by the pit crew before you ever catch a glimpse of the checkered flag?"
He pauses in where he's going with that to admit, "You do have a point Long Haul, but anyway..." Trusting that Long Haul will make sure that Swerve does not die...
Oh, right. "Breakaway, Firebolt, Skid-Z, and Swerve, as punishment for getting into a huge mess when almost all of you really should have known better, for the next month, you'll be pulling double shifts, with each other." Something dark glints behind his yellow optics. "I expect you'll all be getting along famously as the best of friends by the end." Or the four will have murdered each other. "We Autobots do pride ourselves on our teamwork skills, do we not? And those appear to be something that was lacking in this case."
He walks over to a computer to make sure that those shifts are also all the very worst shifts, too, the ones that really do require those pulling them to work together. He looks over at Rattrap. "Did you have any other questions for our miscreants?"
OOC: You don't have to RP out this punishment, if you don't want to, and you don't always have to have the complete four, if you don't want to. If, for example, just Skid-Z and Breakaway wanted to RP out Pilot Watch, they could do that.
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Rattrap
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Sarcasm as a Lifestyle
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Post by Rattrap on Aug 2, 2010 13:51:00 GMT -5
Rattrap looks back at Xaaron, appreciative of the bot's stance and sceptical at the same time. All the rageaholics he's known in his time couldn't be bribed to work with anyone unless there was something else they wanted in the deal – in some cases, taking out their issues on mining equipment and the useless ore wrapped around the energon crystals. In other cases, it was just pounding on each other between shifts. It was like that in a lot of cases.
Then again, those rageaholics knew better than to rock the boat when the whole crew relied on everyone else during those long hauls in deep space. Which is better than Swerve can manage. What was he, raised by wargs?
"For starters," says Rattrap, looking at Skid-Z, "I'm kinda curious about what Skid-Z was doin' gettin' caught up in slag like this. You feelin' conversational, kid, or d'you and I need ta have a little chat of our own later?"
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 2, 2010 20:56:30 GMT -5
Firebolt only nods slowly, saying "Yes sir" as she does. She thinks before she holds up her hand, "When we're not on shifts, can we see other bots?" She asks nervously. "Other than that... I accept what happened. I gotta do better in the future, I know that."
She hangs her head, looking ashamed, but has nothing else more to say. She looks around and then still wishes she had a blanket.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 2, 2010 23:32:02 GMT -5
Swerve doesn't answer Xaaron, much as he wants to curse the golden Autobot and tell him where he can shove his restrictions. He doesn't move away from Long Haul any more, much as he wants to get away before Long Haul burns himself. He lies very, very still, shuddering under the searing-hot anger and the pain it sets off every time he can't even speak.
And then another heatsink fails.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 3, 2010 18:59:15 GMT -5
Cooling unit now sitting next to him on the cart, Long Haul pushes himself back over to Swerve's medical bed.
"Depends on if I can get the systems cooled off soon enough," he answers Breakaway honestly as he starts to attached the cooling unit to the bed. It is lifted above Swerve, and might feel a bit claustrophobic, but it's high enough over the racer that Long Haul will be able to actually work. He activates the unit, then looks down at Swerve. "That any better, hot head?"
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Post by Breakaway on Aug 3, 2010 20:35:47 GMT -5
Breakaway stifles a groan. He can handle being on watch with Skid-Z or Firebolt, but having to share a shift with Swerve is going to be torture. "Yes, sir," he manages. "Best friends, sir." He looks over at Swerve. It could be worse, he guesses. Xaaron could have decided to leave his wings clipped.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 4, 2010 10:24:40 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron lets Rattrap interrogate his subordinate - Rattrap is better at that kind of thing, anyway.
He spreads his hands and explains to Firebolt, "Oh, certainly - perish the thought of me trying to curtail attempts at being sociable, but you won't have as much free time as usual, with the double shifts."
Maybe it will teach them to budget their time more efficiently! But probably not.
And maybe Skid-Z and Breakaway will make better soldiers out of Firebolt and Swerve, and maybe Shockwave will surrender, and they'll all have a great big group hug, and Unicron will be so sickened by how sappy it all is that he'll commit suicide.
'Til all are one, baby.
He frowns at Swerve and asks Long Haul, "Anything I can get you while you're working on him?" Emirate Xaaron is probably he exact opposite of a cute nurse, in Swerve's golden eyes, but he at least has working legs, unlike Long Haul.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Aug 4, 2010 20:16:04 GMT -5
Firebolt peers at Xaaron nervously, trying to determine if that's sarcasm or not. She then nods a bit and settles back.
"Yessir!" She says, thinking about visiting more than one or two people and hoping to talk about how to deal with battles.
She can't help but smile about that thought. She's eager to learn!
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Post by Swerve on Aug 5, 2010 9:12:20 GMT -5
Swerve says nothing for quite a while, lying there trying to kick up fans that are still damaged or cycle coolant that isn't yet replaced. It takes that long for the chill to start seeping through him after Long Haul sets the cooling unit in place.
"Slaggit," is the first thing he croaks, muffled by one arm and the surface of the berth. Everyone can see–! He punches the berth – tries to, but it's a feeble effort weakened further by the heat. But the heat is slowly, slowly subsiding under the hum of the cooling unit. Long Haul can likely already tell the difference.
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Post by Long Haul on Aug 5, 2010 14:13:08 GMT -5
Long Haul glances up at Emirate Xaaron and shrugs.
"I could go for a cube about now, sir."
Now that Swerve has started to cool down enough that Long Haul won't burn his hands, the Constructibot gets to work on actual repairs, keeping in mind the limits that Xaaron set out. Top priority is that cooling system, though, and that's gotta get done no matter what level Long Haul's repairing the racer to.
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