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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 6, 2010 13:15:20 GMT -5
Rodimus stares at Sentinel.
"You've got Impactor involved in a casino robbery? Our Impactor? Founder of the Wreckers?" he exclaims, shocked. Then he throws back his head and bursts out laughing a second time. "Oh, that's rich!"
He considers Rev's words, rubbing his chin. "Hmm. If that's the case, they'd have to do a lot of very specific questioning of a lot of random tunnel workers to find out, since it's not the sort of thing that'll turn up on any computer search, and they'd have to already suspect Autobot involvement in order to ask the right questions. Which, granted, we're the group who have most reason to target them, specifically, but on Pz-Zazz, you don't need to have someone with a specific grudge against you to find yourself the target of a robbery. Really, if you just start covering over that before you go to work - are you wearing clothes down there or not? - it should be enough, and probably more than we need."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 6, 2010 14:21:35 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime stares back at Rodimus Prime for a moment, fiddles with his hands, and asks, "Did we... get in a different Impactor, sir? But no. We will be rich. Well, no, not really. After we've laundered the money so the Decepticons can't blame us, paid all our assorted fees, and stocked up on supplies, we should probably give whatever is left over to some charity."
As much as Sentinel Prime would like to just keep it. And be rich. Just doesn't seem like these Autobots would go for that.
"What Rodimus said, Rev. Just get a space poncho," Sentinel Prime suggests.
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Post by Rev on Dec 7, 2010 11:45:34 GMT -5
“Clothing? What do I look like, some thin skinned organic? I’m not going to ruin these aerodynamics”, she looked at her scraped left forearm “heck it’s only spray paint, I’ll just use some thinners, not like it some magic heat sensitive rubsign”.
Rev took another bottle, cracked it open and poured a decent measure down her throat. “So yeah, I’m in. So who is this Blurr and Impactor anyway? And any estimates on our takings?”
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 7, 2010 15:02:19 GMT -5
Rodimus nods as Sentinel suggests a charity, and he brightens. "Yeah! I like that one! And, uhm, no, no new Impactors, as far as I know. It's just that... well, hearing about the legendary founder of the Wreckers," Rodimus has spent enough time hanging around Wreckers, particularly the leader that came after Impactor, to hear plenty of stories, "getting involved in something like... well, a casino robbery... it's just... well..." he shrugs. "Hilarious. I suppose I can't really explain why. But I normally associate him with things that have a much higher body count, I guess."
He looks to Rev to explain, "Impactor is a commando from my reality, founder of the Wreckers, a team that operated primarily behind enemy lines and known to take on particularly dangerous or undesirable missions." Unlike the Wreckers of some continuities, the Marvel team was not an out and out suicide squad, though Rodimus himself doesn't really know to make that comparison. "Impactor has... actually died twice now. He took a bullet to the brain module saving Emirate Xaaron from an assassin, and then later, when Autobot scientist Flame animated an army of dead shells to support his insane scheme to mobilize Cybertron, he somehow managed to recover himself and in the end, was able to shut down the reactor Flame was using before it got out of control and destroyed the planet." Most of these things are in the database, so it's not as though Rodimus is really sharing sensitive information by telling this much.
"Blurr is... Blurr's one of my best friends, actually, and my oldest friend. A data courier, for those times when you don't want to take the risk of transmitting information over the airwaves, and the fastest Autobot in existence. When I say 'passes sound like it's standing still,' that wasn't an exaggeration or anything. I think he might be able to approach light, but I'm not quite positive."1
He looks to Rev and explains, "A lot of the robots on Pz-Zazz wear clothes, so a lot of us have from time to time in order to blend in. It is pretty annoying, though. Gets in the way when you transform.
1 Blurr is described as 'leaving an image trail,' meaning he is actually outracing the light photons bouncing off of him. This means that Rodimus is wrong: Blurr does not approach light, he exceeds it.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 7, 2010 17:53:52 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime seizes the chance to complain about clothing, "Ugh, I know! It's not like any of us are showing off any indecent circuits, anyway." Even Farlane has all his Wheatstone bridges covered, very respectably. "Give me a planet where the only disguise I need is my alternate mode, any day."
"So anyway, Jazz is the one with an in on the place, so you'll have to ask him for estimates, Rev."
He listens along to Rodimus. Sentinel Prime is getting the hang of faking his way into this in crowd! It involves... giving to charity. Uhm. This is going to be difficult. He laughs to cover his nervousness, "Higher body count? Hey, Rule 37: There is no overkill." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates.
But wow, that's really... self-sacrificing. Sentinel Prime knows he could never do that. If someone tried to kill his own Ultra Magnus, Ultra Magnus would just have to take his own bullet, thanks. An Autobot scientist making zombies doesn't really shock him, because 1) he read the database and 2) the Science Guild in his reality has probably done worse.
So Blurr is in tight with Rodimus Prime. Note to self: do not bully Blurr. If Blurr doesn't simply punch him at Mach 25, Rodimus Prime might just drop his trailer on Sentinel Prime's head.
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Post by Rev on Dec 8, 2010 2:42:19 GMT -5
They did give you a whole planet where the only disguise you needed was your alt mode, then went and chose a snowplow…when there was no snow (which does lead to the question of where you scanned the snowplow). The planet was called Earth and you hated it.
Rev didn’t want to blend in with foreign robot species; she just wanted to avoid them altogether, and near everyone else for that matter. On the flip side she hardly ever transformed into car mode so the hindrance of clothing during transformation was lost on her.
“So, who else is in on this?”
OOC: Sorry I haven’t got much to add. Start aiming for a close?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 8, 2010 8:52:29 GMT -5
"Hah!" Rodimus barks a laugh as Sentinel proclaims 'There is no overkill.' He takes another swig from his bottle and leans forward on the back of his chair, interested to hear who else is part of this.
OOC: Sounds good to me.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Dec 8, 2010 10:45:51 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime makes a gesture like waggling the eyebrows that he doesn't have, and he replies, spreading his hands, "W-ell, if you don't know who else is in on this, if you're captured and tortured, you can't reveal who they are..." But he probably does end up telling them anyway. - - - OOC: Yeah, I'm done.
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Post by Rev on Dec 8, 2010 11:40:50 GMT -5
When all was said and done and they were all set to leave, Rev offered a bottle to each Prime, the rest going to see if her roomies wanted some "One more for the road?"
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OOC: and nobody cares about poor Rev's scrapes =P
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