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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 26, 2010 16:52:53 GMT -5
Impactor, for his part, starts to shift, the first stages of getting up, the early instances of an escape attempt that are cut off by Sentinel's question. He looks up at Sentinel, his death-dimmed optics flickering momentarily brighter.
"In order, no and what?" he asks, not bothering to hide his confusion.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 26, 2010 17:12:02 GMT -5
For someone who hates spiders, Sentinel Prime's pretty interested in spinning webs. He leans back in his chair, looks up at Impactor, and grins. Sentinel Prime lays out his datapad on the table, call up a subway system map and overlays a sewer system map on top, both pulled from public archives for a fee. He taps his finger on one site on the surface, and he explains, "The Decepticons have a casino," he's just going to hope an assume that Impactor knows what a casino is, "degenerates that they are. For grease stains, they're getting way too much good PR and way too much profit from that little installation."
"We could just blow it up, but smelt, the thing's probably insured. They'll get another one. What we need to do is ruin them. So just as some high roller, a real who's who, is about to cash out, mysteriously, the money's not there anymore." Sentinel Prime static-coughs.
"So yeah. Then they have a seriously torqued off VIP all up in their grills, maybe calling down a mob or gang or corrupt cops down on their heads. Their reputation tanks. Their credits are gone."
"You're probably asking where you come into this picture." Sentinel Prime points his fingers at Impactor, pistol-style, and his cheesy grin turns to 100% cheddar. "The most important part of any heist is the getaway. Vehicle modes? Most of us are slow enough that those 'con fliers would have us in no time. Shuttle? It's a busy sky, but then we have to worry about 'con fliers dogging us again. So I think it's pretty fortuitous that Pz-Zazz is already riddled with tunnels. You just put in a little addition here," he drags his finger across the map, "we scatter to the four winds in the subway system, and you collapse it behind you, and we are scott free out out of Slaughter City."
"What do you say?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 26, 2010 19:33:03 GMT -5
Impactor looks over the plan and scowls. He should say 'no.' He should argue. After all, it wouldn't do to have folks thinking he's easy. But the thing is, he's been among these Autobots for half a week now, and the truth is, he's getting bored. Which is why, when he finally speaks, he says just two words. "I'm game."
He'll probably never live that one down, but since he's dead, anyway, that's not much of a problem. And really, it's not like this thing is anything remotely close to the insane sorts of missions Xaaron's always trying to force him into. In fact, if anything, this one has too little risk. If things go right, he won't even get the chance to tear into some 'Cons.
So here's hoping they don't go right.
Looking the maps over, he asks, "So who all's involved in this business?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 26, 2010 20:22:05 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime's smile has just become dangerously cheesy. He tries to reach out and clap Impactor on the shoulder, exclaiming, "Aw, you're a real pal!"
"There's Jazz, Shockwave hired him as a DJ, go figure, and Oracle, she's an Autobot Seeker. We didn't have flying Autobots like her in my reality." The Twins are not 'like her', unless Oracle has a secret hyperactive Romanian side she's hiding. "Emirate Xaaron signed off on it, so it's not like we're just haring off on this on our own." Sentinel Prime totally would have, left to his druthers.
"We'll need more help, obviously. After Jazz has scoped the place out, we'll need someone to disable the security systems and someone to actually retrieve the payload, maybe some distractions down on the casino floor, but Jazz probably has that covered. Maybe a few look-outs around the area. That's probably what I'll end up doing. We have some people in mind. Just need to figure out who is willing and able."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 26, 2010 21:33:22 GMT -5
When Sentinel Prime claps Impactor on the shoulder, the zombie glares at the other Autobot with a look that he appeared to be trying to weaponize. It wasn't the clap on the shoulder that sets him off, however - it's the cheese in that smile. That rubs him all sorts of wrong.
The look only gets darker when Sentinel mentions Xaaron. "Xaaron signed off on this?" he says doubtfully. That's not good. That's not good at all. He leans back and looks up at Sentinel. "What's the catch?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 26, 2010 22:25:15 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime backs off with a soft 'erk', throwing up his hands defensively. He doesn't know why Emirate Xaaron signing off on this is supposed to be such a bad thing, but he does recall that Impactor mentioned his typical day involved yelling at Emirate Xaaron. Clearly, there is some friction here! Sordid gossip-monger that he is, Sentinel Prime is all but licking his lips. What's the story here?
Completely innocently, he asks, "What's wrong with having the Supreme Autobot Commander signing off on a mission that'll pull from multiple divisions?" Still innocent, he goes on, "Catch? I'm afraid your role's not all that exciting. If something goes wrong, AllSpark forbid, you might have to bail one of us out, because I am not leaving any more," more? "Autobots behind, but hopefully, that won't be a problem."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 26, 2010 22:45:58 GMT -5
Impactor seems to settle down a bit, although he still studies Sentinel Prime through suspiciously narrowed optics.
"Ah. So you haven't figured out the catch yet," he observes with certainty.
He doesn't question the 'more' thing. Just because Sentinel comes from a peace-time Cybertron doesn't mean that Things don't happen when you're military, after all.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 26, 2010 22:51:09 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime explains patiently, "Jazz, Oracle, and I came up with the idea in a cafe in Pz-Zazz and then told Emirate Xaaron about it," because Rattrap made them. "I'm pretty sure I didn't put any catches in here, except for the 'cons! Unless you're seeing something I haven't?" He tilts his head to one side questioningly.
Impactor is acting borderline paranoid, now that Sentinel Prime mentioned Emirate Xaaron, not that Sentinel Prime's one to talk about paranoia.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 26, 2010 23:32:04 GMT -5
Impactor shakes his head and gives Sentinel Prime a thin, faint little smile.
"No. I just know Emirate Xaaron. You may have made the plan, but... I know Emirate Xaaron." And that seems to be all the explanation he's inclined to give.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 27, 2010 0:01:52 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime decides not to push his luck. He has his drill tank. Mission accomplished. He hasn't actually gotten any advice from Impactor on how to be a super-soldier, though. Boring? Sentinel Prime has boring in spades. Kill Decepticons? Well, if he could, but he's working on learning that. If anyone would help a bot out. Get wasted? Ration system makes that hard, unless he wants to go spend some of his side job's pay on Pz-Zazz drinks, and those are so very iffy, even if he's drinking with other Autobots to watch him. Yell at Emirate Xaaron? He doesn't think that would go well.
Sentinel Prime replies, "All right, then. I look forward to working with you."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 27, 2010 0:36:51 GMT -5
Impactor stands up and snorts. "Sure," he answers, before turning to head from the room.
OOC: Will hear any parting remarks, and can be stopped for more questions, so not necessarily out of thread - depends on Sentinel.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 27, 2010 0:42:32 GMT -5
OOC: I'm cool with wrapping this.- - - Sentinel Prime will just have to pester Impactor on the secrets of soldiering more later. Preferably when they are all rolling in shanix. Right now, he just sits back down, and when Impactor turns his back, he slumps in the chair and spends a little while just staring at the wall.
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