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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Sept 4, 2010 21:26:50 GMT -5
OOC: Please!
Bambi will not take what help is offered, even if she needs it. She is a Dinobot, and she has her pride, and her pride has her. She grunts, "Me Bambi no need help."
Pyrite, however, has his shame, and he is all too willing to accept the help. Chalco, mindless Chalco, simply lets herself be led. Her simplified processors are still labouring under the delusion that Mirage is Venatorious, despite all evidence to the contrary. Mirage is a Master, and he is to be obeyed.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 4, 2010 21:39:01 GMT -5
"Hmmph. Unpleasant news, to be certain," Emirate Xaaron remarks. A bit of distaste shows on his face, in how the corners of his mouth pull down, in how his optics narrow, but he is overall fairly unresponsive and unmoved. He's too busy considering the angles to react much.
He does agree, "Pairs. Yes. Long overdue, perhaps... but we are prepared for you."
"You and Grimlock, sister," Emirate Xaaron mutters, shaking his head. Dinobots!
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 5, 2010 21:29:34 GMT -5
Perceptor is angry. Perceptor is also listening hard in Mirage's direction for more clues as to what was done, and so he catches the comments about stolen technology, and bastardization of language. The comments do not particularly fill him with any sense of comfort. In fact, they awaken certain suspicions, but confirming or refuting them will have to wait until they are back aboard the Event Horizon.
Bambi, however, can be dealt with now. She is a dinobot, and Perceptor is long accustomed to dealing with Grimlock and his brothers, and Bambi has the added disadvantages of 1) being a scientist (which makes her one of his), 2) being a dinobot (which also makes her one of his), and 3) being small enough to pick up and carry when it's for her own good (which it is). Which is exactly what he does now.
"Yes, Bambi, I understand that you do not require assistance, however, I wish to give it," he offers prosaically. "I wish to hear your impressions of these events, anyway," he adds, angling close enough to Jazz and the Rock Lords to assist there, if needed as well.
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ooc: please skip, and also, Bambi accosted with permission.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 6, 2010 16:15:10 GMT -5
Swapping order with Jazz at Jazz's player's request. And yay! Timeskip!
Mirage is sitting on a berth in the glass-walled quarantine ward. He and Bambi were sent to separate cells, as were the Rock Lords. Pyrite is obviously worried and fretting over this fact.
The rooms are connected by intercom, so all the parties involved can speak to each other as needed. The intercoms are currently not activated, however.
Xaaron and Rodimus is in the cell with Mirage. Jazz is faced off against Bambi, and Perceptor is flitting back and forth between the lot. He does seem to be fussing over Mirage a bit much, enough that Mirage comments, "Don't worry about me right now. A refuel will get me by for now. Take care of the others."
Mirage looks over at Xaaron- and at Rodimus who has joined the Autobot Commander, "So, where would you like me to start?" he asks.
OOC: All posing done with permission and player input.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 6, 2010 21:19:15 GMT -5
"Probably the beginning," answers Rodimus, leaning his back against the wall next to the door. His expression is grim and serious, but has an obvious undercurrent of concern. He looks closely at Mirage, visually investigating the other's injuries.
"I was there for the start, but a quick summary, at least, would probably be the best way to make sure we're all up to speed."
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 7, 2010 0:11:00 GMT -5
Jazz is pacing a bit, carrying a datapad and watching Bambi. "So, Rodimus sent you out to help Mirage, the Arcees, and Grimlock, but apparently, you never made it. What happened between here and there?"
Jazz is rather relaxed. His tone is one of curiosity rather than grim inquiry.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Sept 7, 2010 19:47:45 GMT -5
Bambi is pretty obviously unhappy to be locked up in a glass cage. She slurps at her Big Gulp drink, eyeing Jazz over the lid sullenly. She wonders what is the melting point of the walls. Bambi explains to Jazz gruffly, "So him Rodimus Prime call me Bambi up, and me Bambi go, 'cos me have to earn keep. Me Bambi on subway car and then... dunno. Wake up in weirdo laboratory, and him Mirage there."
Pyrite is slumped over in his cell, sitting on the bench, head between his knees and hands on the back of his head. He might be sobbing. He might be catatonic. It's hard to tell.
Chalco just stands in her cell exactly where she was left by the person who led her in there, staring pleasantly at absolutely nothing.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 7, 2010 22:28:44 GMT -5
"A refuel? Do you take your energon shaken or stirred?" deadpans Emirate Xaaron.
Okay, he really should ask some more serious questions, but Rodimus Prime is going about this the right way - start at the start and don't bias Mirage by asking overly detailed questions too soon. Emirate Xaaron has full faith that Jazz can handle a tiny sulking Dinobot.
He hopes Perceptor will be all right, more so than Mirage - Perceptor is of a rather sensitive disposition. Mirage is at least a bit more of a realist. Emirate Xaaron thinks.
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 8, 2010 15:06:15 GMT -5
To say that Perceptor is frustrated would be an understatement. His mechs have been accosted and tampered with, and Mirage, at least, is being difficult. Plus, there's the whole "debriefing" to go through, which further hampers his efforts to repair what was done.
He actually glares at Mirage briefly when the spy brushes off his assistance; it's a look that clearly states, "only until such time as Xaaron is done with you." Bambi is being "interviewed" as well, rather restricting his access to her for a complete systems check, too. Not that he does not wish to see to the Rock Lords - nothing could be further from the truth - but Perceptor would prefer if he could assuage his worries about his own people first.
Since that is clearly not in the cards, no matter how much he frets and hovers, he finally leaves the Autobots in peace and heads toward Pyrite's room.
// Xaaron, Jazz, please keep me up to date as to any information that they share. It could be quite vital to my treatment plans, // he requests with studious courtesy. // I will be with the functional Rock Lord. //
For a subjective definition of "functional", at any rate.
Watching Pyrite with a calm, but careful gaze, Perceptor lets himself into the little quarantine bay. "We were not officially introduced. I am Perceptor," he greets gently. "With your permission, I would like to begin examining your systems now."
"And before you urge me to see to your friend first, please, let me assure you that what I can learn from your less-corrupted systems will assist me in attempting to rectify what was done to hers."
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Post by Mirage on Sept 9, 2010 16:52:05 GMT -5
Mirage gives the Emirate a wan smile, the gesture a pale shadow of Mirage's trademark smirk.
"Right now, Emirate, I would take my energon any way you chose to offer, so long as it was true energon and was free of depressants and stimulants."
He sighs, "But, yes, the beginning- though you'll excuse me if I simply recap what is already known?" He makes it a question, but doesn't really pause before continuing.
"As you both know, after Rodimus, Spy Shot, and myself encountered Pyrite, " Mirage waves a hand toward Pyrite, "we discovered that his sister," another wave in the direction of Chalco, "had disappeared from the club X under rather odd circumstances. Investigation showed that it was much more than a simple- or single- abduction, and I expended a great deal of effort looking into the matter."
Mirage shifts on the table, and the movement causes him to wince in pain.
"Looked into it with permission, I must remind."
"It was early in the investigation that you tasked Bambi to me, Xaaron, and as part of her required training I took her with me when I investigated a local spaceport." Mirage's optics half shutter as he looks downward, "In retrospect, not the best of ideas. Not because she did poorly- quite the opposite- but because the doing exposed her to to their interests."
It's rather obvious that this is something that rather bothers Mirage, that he is the reason Bambi was abducted. Or that he feels that way, at least.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 9, 2010 19:57:16 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns as Mirage talks about the drugged energon, though he doesn't comment. It's unsurprising. Unpleasant, but unsurprising.
As Mirage pauses, Rodimus hears both words and catches the other's discomfort. "You can't be sure she wouldn't have caught their interest anyway, Mirage," he points out. He looks around medical, as much as he can see from the quarantine chamber, and spreads his hands out to indicate the whole ship. "It seems that we, all of us, are... just the sorts of 'things' that catch these guys' interest, after all."
Really, Rodimus himself is more bothered by his slip up in sending Bambi by herself to meet up with Mirage.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 9, 2010 20:59:41 GMT -5
Jazz frowns, inputting some stuff on his datapad, then opens a channel to Rodimus, Xaaron, and Perceptor - //Last place Bambi remembers being before waking up in the lab was the subway. Might do us good to avoid traveling via that if we can help it.//
"Sounds like the subway may be a bad scene to be around, then. What about after you woke up in the lab, what happened there?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Sept 9, 2010 21:37:45 GMT -5
Pyrite looks up at Perceptor, shaking a bit. He replies, "I'm Pyrite. Chalco is my... Chalco is my sister. I really can't explain as much as I'd like, so... here."
He opens up a panel on the back of his head. Clearly, he normally uses a crystalline based set of processors, but they've been cut, hacked up, and Quintesson hardware, which looks quite different from the rest of him, has been inserted, mostly in the areas of that control waking volition, but also to some extent in the emotional centres, particularly those dealing with aggression. Someone who knows much about Rock Lord neuroscience would be able to speculate that he's been made docile, biddable, and fearful just from the hardware modifications, without even getting into what has been done with his software.
He also has some damages on his chest, from the fight, but the suit covers them.
Bambi is a little annoyed by how quiet it is in the quarantine cell - she's used to a comfortable amount of background noise. She explains gruffly, "Him Mirage wake up me Bambi. Me Bambi stick in weirdo hoop rig, so me get out. Him Mirage have wires cut, so me grab this," she holds up the laser screwdriver. "Do quick fix."
She pauses for now to let Jazz take that in.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Sept 9, 2010 22:03:09 GMT -5
//Travelling in pairs, at the very least, has to be implemented.//
Emirate Xaaron goes to fetch Mirage what is equivalent to the hamburger of energons - completely average and plebian, absolutely not fancy at all, and undeniably energon.
He points out to Mirage, "Looks like they want machines in general. If we'd sent Swerve, it might just as soon be Swerve sitting in the other cell over there. Do continue."
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 10, 2010 18:44:23 GMT -5
Quintessons. Perceptor recognizes the technology, which only confirms his earlier suspicions.
// I am sorry to interrupt your debriefing of Mirage, Xaaron, however, I have a brief query. Mirage, your captors. Multiple faces upon a single, floating body - I suspect five - suspended upon an energy beam propulsion system, with tentacles in lieu of hands? // It sounds less like an actual question than it does a statement.
To Pyrite, he offers, "I am familiar with the beings who have done this to you. Not the specific individuals, mind you. Merely the species. I know that that may not sound like much, however, it is a rather significant advantage in the process of rectifying your alterations."
"Can you tell me how long you have been like this?" he asks as he begins collecting tools together. "And if you have any other injuries or alterations?"
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