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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 8, 2010 22:17:56 GMT -5
OOC: Dan 19. After Sickbay Commando. Open to Team Good
Impactor is still stuck in sickbay, resting on one of the medical berths in a more out of the way portion of the room, looking more or less as he did during Emirate Xaaron's visit - perhaps a bit better, because there's been more time for repairs since then.
Also, Xaaron has finally left him the slag alone, and that's always an improvement.
Since he's stuck in here, he continues to do about the only thing he can to pass the time - reviews the datafiles on board the Event Horizon.
He glances up as he hears the door slide open and snorts.
"Was wondering when you'd show."
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 8, 2010 23:18:06 GMT -5
Twin Twist is a little bit torn, and he finally asks, "Am I supposed to stand at attention and salute dead superior officers? I mean, if this was your funeral, and we were launching you into space, yeah, I'd be standing at attention and saluting, but I think it'd be dumb to launch you into space right now, and they don't launch bodies into space here, anyway, so..."
Twin Twist shuffles his feet, shrugs, and excuses defensively, "Anyway, I had to read the property destruction laws on Pz-Zazz. I'm up to my 785th time, and I still don't get 'em."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 9, 2010 0:11:05 GMT -5
Impactor grunts. "I'd appreciate you not shooting me into space, yeah. Don't worry about the salutin'."
He looks back down at the flat interface monitor, one that's attached to an adjustable arm which, in turn, is attached to the medical berth, and taps it a few times. He hnhs. "Looks pretty convoluted. I'd say good rule of thumb is to avoid destroying anything that's not shooting at you unless it's wearing a 'Con symbol, though I imagine there's a lot of 'special cases.'"
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 9, 2010 11:49:17 GMT -5
"If it's Scattershot, I'm making an exception on that," Twin Twist mutters lowly. He wanders off to grab himself a chair and pulls it over so he can set next to Impactor for a while. He doesn't sit very still, fidgeting as he usually does, and he continues to complain, "And the rules change just depending on where you are!"
Twin Twist takes a moment to study Impactor, and he finally decides, "Your crest's still fine, so you look okay. Though this is an improvement over half your head being slagged open."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 9, 2010 15:42:31 GMT -5
Impactor frowns at Twin Twist. "Who's Scattershot?" he asks. He has a vague feeling that he should object to Twin Twist's exception, but at the moment it doesn't make much sense to him. "And yeah, the rules change depending on where you are, but they did back before the war, too, back when most the city-states still had active governments."
When Twin Twist tells him that his current appearance is an improvement over half his head slagged open, he barks a laugh. "Gotta agree with that one."
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 9, 2010 20:00:55 GMT -5
"Uh, aside from a huge jerk covered in guns?" Twin Twist replies, pondering how to explain this, because it gets weird and stupid. "Okay, so... Optimus Prime had to lend the Matrix to a human because he was a decapitated head captured by Shockwave." Twin Twist doesn't sound particularly sorry about this, but Impactor would know why. "Optimus Prime got the Matrix back, but the human had these weird dreams about new robot superwarriors, so us and the Decepticons got plans for these 'fusilateral quintrocombiners' outta the human's dreams. These things are five guys that turn into a big guy who can smush mountains and stuff. There's a bunch of special teams, but the Technobots are like knock-off Wreckers - seriously, they even have a drill tank - that combine to form Computron, who is like Giant Perceptor. Scattershot's their leader."
"And then Scattershot killed Roadbuster and the Technobots became a faction."
Twin Twist grimaces and glares at nothing in particular.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 9, 2010 22:55:18 GMT -5
"Wha-? Why the hell'd he do that?" Impactor asks, baffled. He gets the distinct impression that he's missing part of the story here, but given that he's talking to Twin Twist, that's not too unexpected. Twin Twist always did take a bit of wrangling.
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 9, 2010 23:05:19 GMT -5
Twin Twist smacks the side of his helmet and backs up his story a bit. Gesturing animatedly, he explains, "Okay, so... the Autobots won the war against the Decepticons in early 2510 Terran. Rodimus Prime tried to give Springer the Matrix, since he was sick of being charge or something, but this slaghead, Triton, said that Ultra Magnus should be in charge instead. Everyone got angry, Scattershot killed Roadbuster, and the Wrecker-Technobot Civil War broke out."
"I know that sounds bad, but uhm... I was thinking... when we all go back to our realities, you probably shouldn't go to yours. You just get blown up, and take it from me, getting blown up's a bad business. So maybe you could go back with me to the future?"
Twin Twist's new here. He's still taking it for granted that he will go home someday.
"You'd get to skip all the business with Unicron, anyway."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 9, 2010 23:34:40 GMT -5
Impactor scowls. "Only if I get to knock some sense into both sides," he grumbles, looking back down at the terminal. He pulls up some of the history files. "I don't get this whole 'automatically put the guy with the Matrix in charge' mindset, anyway. Yeah, I know something about how Optimus worked his way up through the ranks, but... that's just the point! It didn't come automatically!"
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 10, 2010 11:27:39 GMT -5
"You wouldn't want to be a Wrecker?" Twin Twist looks vaguely hurt and confused.
Then, he shrugs and looks a bit guilty. "Well, uhm... Emirate Xaaron's dead. In my future." He hangs his head. "Sorry to make you getting your head blown off for nothing."
Twin Twist rubs his hand on his lower arm, looking away. Slag, this is awkward. "Anyway, Rodimus Prime did blow up Unicron and kick most of the Decepticons off Cybertron, so that was pretty good."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 10, 2010 17:51:29 GMT -5
"I don't wanna be a Wrecker killing other Autobots!" Impactor protests, then mutters, "Did enough of that before I was a Wrecker."
He scowls at Twin Twist's news, but doesn't seem surprised. "Yeah, saw that in the files," he admits. Then he tilts his head and studies the Wrecker. "Kicked them off, though? You mean, like, exile?" That's no good! That means the Autobots are fighting each other while the Decepticons are still out there!
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 10, 2010 19:53:09 GMT -5
"But they're not Autobots. They're Technobots," Twin Twist protests, confused.
Then he holds up his hands and explains, "No, we ruled Cybertron for a while, and then Galvatron took over, but then we went and killed all the Decepticons after Blurr died. Sorry, I should have made that clearer. The Decepticons are all dead in my now, which is almost everyone else's futures. It hurts my head if I think too hard about it."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 10, 2010 20:44:00 GMT -5
"If they're not Autobots, why in the Pit should they care who leads the Autobots?" Impactor asks, exasperated.
He looks back down at the terminal, taps it to move to the next file, and grumbles, "You're not the only one who's getting a headache here."
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Post by Tessan Toov on Nov 10, 2010 21:01:05 GMT -5
"They were Autobots, until the new Civil War broke out. See, the Technobots used to be an Autobot Special Team, and now they're a faction, like the Wreckers," Twin Twist explains, waving his hands.
He sighs heavily and mumbles again, "Sorry."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 10, 2010 21:16:22 GMT -5
...were Autobots...
...now they're a faction, like the Wreckers.
The Wreckers. The team that Impactor founded.
A separate faction. Not Autobots.
Suddenly, it feels like every liquid inside Impactor, from hydraulics to lubricant to fuel to coolant, has turned to ice. Impactor just stares ahead in a state of shock, no longer seeing Twin Twist or the terminal in front of him. Finally, he recovers his senses well enough to reach up and deactivate the terminal, moving it aside. Still, he does not look up or around, instead just staring straight ahead.
"Get out," he rasps. There is not anger in his voice, he is still too stunned for anger... but there is a rumbling that suggests the potential for volcanic fury once the calm of shock has passed.
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