Rev
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Post by Rev on Nov 27, 2010 14:04:59 GMT -5
End of Day 26, Event Horizon’s Mess hall, Open
“I have a job Yay Me! Out of the pit lane and into first place”. Rev sat down at a table in the mess hall and plonked down her pair of eight-packs.
The gears in her left headwing were broken and much of her left side was scraped. She was clean however from the decontamination shower, clean enough to impress even the fussiest of bots. Leaving a trace of rock dust in the joints was a definite no-no for the high precision racer, even slightly drunk she was that diligent. Her current intoxication level went far to explain why she was behaving more socially and less shy.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 29, 2010 10:32:04 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime, lazy bum that he is, does not have a consistent job yet. He's been filling up his time with things like clubbing and Easter egg hunts and silly strangeness like that. In fact, he has managed a couple one-night jobs as a very pretty body guard, for those who like their muscle to be decorative, but this does not count as 'consistent work,' and he's obviously not doing hat right now, anyway, because he's the mess hall, filling a cube from the dispenser.
It was supposed to just be a quick grab-and-go, because, despite his lack of regular employment, the young Prime's managed to keep himself rather busy, but he's distracted by the boisterous arrival of the tunnel racer. He glances over with a wide, friendly grin. "Congrats! Erm... Rev, isn't it? The new girl?"
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Rev
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Post by Rev on Nov 29, 2010 13:00:16 GMT -5
“Yep that’s me. Rodimus Prime correct? I’ve seen you face on a couple of data-tracks. You want to grab a bottle of…” Rev looked at one of the eight packs and grabbed a bottle, it wasn’t in any glyphs she could read, but that wasn’t saying much “…a bottle of good stuff and a seat?”
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 29, 2010 14:07:29 GMT -5
"Sure, why not?" Rodimus answers casually. He sets the cube he had been refilling back in the reclamation bin - it's not like he spit in it or anything, so they may as well conserve the energon - and heads over to the table. He grabs one of the chairs and spins it, sitting down backwards so he can rest his arms on the back of his chair.
"So what's this job, anyway? Anything interesting?" Rodimus asks as he reaches over, grabbing one of the bottles.
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Rev
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Post by Rev on Nov 30, 2010 11:45:28 GMT -5
"I'm working on a new sub-way line down on the surface, it's a cross cut between <lines A and B>. They needed more people power 'cause the're seriously behind schedule. The rock is more brittle than the samples indicated and we're having to shore the whole thing up. I'm essentially a glorified gopher, but it reminds me of the Mayhem Tunnels back home". She said the last with a heavy sigh of nostalgia. She also couldn't believe how open she was behaving, especially to a prime, definitelty the drink talking.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 30, 2010 16:44:35 GMT -5
"'Mayhem Tunnels'?" Rodimus asks, curious. 'Mayhem' has a rather particular meaning where he's from, but it's easy enough to tell from context that Rev is probably speaking of something else. "What's that about?"
He opens his bottle with a flick of his thumb, then takes a fair sized gulp, lifting the bottle rather high in the process. When he lowers it, he grins. "And don't worry about being a 'glorified gopher.' Every little bit helps," and now his grin turns quirky, "And having a regular job at all means you're one-upping me on that count!"
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Post by Rev on Nov 30, 2010 22:32:40 GMT -5
“The Mayhem Tunnels, well…” Rev paused to take a slug of the drink, her mouth plate parting just far enough, lust long enough for her to take a swig without giving anyone the opportunity too see what it protected. “They are a three dimensional tunnel network racing circuit although the only completely vertical parts are a trio of loops. The tunnels change in diameter from one mech wide to maybe ten wide. Typical race is 40 laps so lapping slower mechs does happen, strictly no ranged weapons but otherwise the rules are fairly loose, it’s a borderline oilsport. There are solo acts like me and there are teams of twos where one is just a hitter whose sole purpose is to put the brakes on the competition”. Another swig. “And we all race as uprights”. There was more she could add, a whole lot more but even with the drink in her system, she wasn’t a brag, she considered it one of her better qualities. Rev leaned back in her chair, her optics gleaming with contentment; she had achieved much glory in those tunnels.
“You’re our leader and commander; I’d guess that was a pretty big job in itself with the ‘cons always making trouble”. She didn’t spit out the word ‘cons’ like other did, she was still innocent to the vile evils their kind spread.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 30, 2010 22:54:43 GMT -5
"Uprights, huh?" Rodimus asks, taking another gulp from his own bottle. "So the wheels," he nods towards her feet, "must be pretty handy... or is that more common in the Tunnel races?"
"And, uhm, actually..." he rubs the back of his head as she calls Rodimus their 'leader and commander,' "not here, I'm not. Back home, I was, but that was only because we had lost the last of our civilian government over the course of the war. Emirate Xaaron was that last bit of civilian government. Being second's kept me busy enough, even though the Decepticons aren't as being as... overtly troublesome as I'm used to. Because of it, actually. Makes it harder to keep track of what they're up to, because it's never a good thing, even if we're not always hearing about it."
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Rev
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Post by Rev on Nov 30, 2010 23:05:45 GMT -5
“The ahh wheels are necessary; it’s basically the definition of upright racing, no wheel feet, no upright racing for you”. She looked around the room, making up her mind about what to say next. “I can hit over 300 clicks in this mode”. Pure fact, no exaggerating.
“So what are the ‘cons like in this verse? All we had as a power hungry Megatron and his pit crew”. Rodimus still hadn’t mentioned the scrapes or sagging head-wing, so far so good.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 1, 2010 12:29:14 GMT -5
Rodimus may be a pretty boy with a concern for looks, but both as mischievous youth Hot Rod and as Autobot Commander Rodimus, he is and was prone to picking up the odd scrape, injuries, and minor damages at almost random seeming times (usually for different reasons, though), so he's not really prone to asking about these things unless there's an obvious problem.
"Ah, all right. So you were basically... built for that kind of racing?" he asks.
Rodimus sets down his bottle, places his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, and leans back a moment as he considers the question. "Well, I mean... that's kind of... we're getting 'Cons of all types from all realities, although. Some of them are power hungry, sure, and some of them are brutal, but right now they're being headed up by Shockwave, and he's... subtle. He's very good at finding words that make... make whatever he's trying to pull sounds very reasonable and his goals sound very noble, for the... the good of the Transformers or whatever. The thing is, his 'good of the Transformers' comes at a cost to the rest of the universe. He was perfectly willing to sacrifice all of Pz-Zazz for his schemes."
Rodimus shakes his head. "Kup has a file about him in the database, and he warns about that. The best advice I can give most people is don't let them get caught up in a battle of words against him. Language can be corrupted just like any other form of power."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 2, 2010 12:40:34 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime, to his infinite regret, has to consume fuel if he doesn't want to die. Stupid bodily needs. Pounding back the barrels just doesn't hold the same appeal when he has to worry if they're drugged.
But he has to refuel sometime if he doesn't want to fall flat on his face.
Good soldier that he is, he scans the rooms for officers upon entering, and he crisply salutes Rodimus Prime upon sighting him. He does wait for a reply. These casual officers may eventually break him of the habit, but Sentinel Prime is mulishly stubborn on matters of protocol. It will be a while.
Oh hey, there's Rev. She asked him to do a cube with him and then promptly made it manifestly clear that she vastly preferred his room mate. But what the Pit. He supposes he can go do a cube with her, if Rodimus Prime ever releases him from the salute.
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Post by Rev on Dec 2, 2010 12:45:58 GMT -5
“Heh, I’m from Velocitron, near everyone is built for racing, it’s the details which determine which styles of race your suitable for. I’m reasonably okay in most leagues, it simply the upright class where I have an edge and so it’s the one I choose to go for”.
“This Shockwave sounds…difficult, I’ll look up that file like ya suggest”. Rev had the chassis of a racer and also the processor, she like stuff direct and obvious, complicated was good as long as it was obvious – like a well lit track. She also liked her villains to be villainous, not cloaked in false words and gestures. “Yay words, so not my track of choice”. She made a half hearted shrugging gesture.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 2, 2010 13:35:41 GMT -5
Rodimus returns the salute as quickly as he can, both so that Sentinel can drop his salute and so that Rodimus can get onto the less formal sorts of greetings he prefers. "Hey, Sentinel!" he says with a grin, grabbing up another one of Rev's bottles. "How you doing? Why don't you pull up a chair and a bottle? We're celebrating Rev's new job." Rodimus is just assuming that Rev's drinks are for general sharing, because if they were his, they would be, and he's still thoughtless enough at times to just give away someone else's booze without thinking about it.
He dips his head towards Rev. "Not mine, either, though I've gotten better with them than I used to be." He shrugs. "I've had to!"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 2, 2010 17:30:13 GMT -5
Released, Sentinel Prime starts to head over towards the dispenser, to punch his ID and get his ration, listening to the conversation without making two obvious that he is. If Rodimus Prime's talking to Rev, that might make her a person to know.
Reading files? He's read every threat assessment they have in the databanks, and he's started the process of rereading and jotting down his own personal notes. Sentinel Prime would know his enemy.
However, Rodimus Prime's call brings Sentinel Prime over to the table. Free booze... versus the fact that he doesn't know what's in it. Sentinel Prime hangs his arms loosely over a chair back, leaning, not quite joining yet, and he greets, "Well hello there, Rodimus Prime; Rev. New job? Oh, my, my. Do tell."
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Rev
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Post by Rev on Dec 2, 2010 23:57:00 GMT -5
“Oh go ahead and have one Sentinel Prime, they’re good, dunno really what they are but they’re good, must have had six…or seven…” Rev wasn’t sure, it was a bad sign that she wasn’t worried. “I was just telling our pleasantly humble 2IC that I hooked a job in the new subway tunnel construction and how they reminded me of the Mayhem Tunnels back home”.
Her mouth plated parted just enough for Rev to take another swig. They had talked about some other stuff too but it was the fond memories of the races that was sliding across her processor. The World Cup, the Mayhem Tunnels, the Great Wall… all of it endless tracks of blissful speed. “Hey, either of you two done much racing?” She had just noticed that both Primes had wheels.
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