Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 22, 2010 21:20:16 GMT -5
Oh, right, Muzzle is not a Powermaster.
Omega Supreme looks around the mess hall. This room, at least, he can find on his own. It's pretty basic and important, but it was smart of Long Haul to start here first, because then Omega Supreme will be able to reference the new, unknown places in the context of a place that he does know. That Long Haul, so clever!
He tromps over to the dispenser, his datajack extending from his gun arm. Omega Supreme's not going to muck around with trying to hit buttons with his claws when he can just directly give the machine his authorisation codes and tell it what he wants.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 22, 2010 21:58:04 GMT -5
Nightbeat lounges against a counter, waiting for his turn with the dispenser. Once Omega's done he'll get an energon cube for himself.
"So how are you adjusting to the new body, Omega? Looks like everyone did a good job making it," he comments. You wouldn't think small talk would be harder to do than hard-boiled snappy patter, but life is mysterious like that sometimes. If Nightbeat had a throat to clear he would.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 22, 2010 22:31:22 GMT -5
Long Haul looks up at Omega, hoping for an answer that's more than two words. He doesn't expect it, but he hopes for it, anyway. As grabs a cube once Omega and Nightbeat are done, noticing that Omega is forced to interface with the dispenser directly.
"Hmmm. Guess maybe we oughta see about adding voice control to more... uhm... thingajiggers."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 23, 2010 17:13:00 GMT -5
Omega Supreme’s brow furrows, and his optics narrow. Is Nightbeat making fun of him? He wants to reply, ‘Power level: insufficient,’ but Long Haul is right there, so he says instead, “Power level: reduced.”
Three words. Progress. Great.
He retrieves the cube from the dispenser with his claw hand and takes a gulp. His visor doesn’t flip up. In fact, it doesn’t look like the visor even can flip up. Mysteriously, he still manages to gulp.
Considering the height of some people like Holi, Omega Supreme is forced to admit, “Idea: good.”
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 23, 2010 21:26:44 GMT -5
Nightbeat isn't making fun of Omega Supreme! He's just not great at small talk.
The detective reaches up in an attempt to place a hand on Omega's shoulder. "So you're not the size of a combiner all by yourself anymore. Doesn't stop the rest of us. You can still kick Decepticon skidplate. Heck, there's smaller 'bots than us running around that still manage to be vital parts of the team."
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 23, 2010 21:38:05 GMT -5
"And you can hang out with the rest of us more," Long Haul adds, tone genuinely enthusiastic between energon-cube sips.
"But, uhm, if your power level is reduced, maybe you needa finish that cube?" Long Haul isn't trying to crack a joke. He's really is a bit confused as to what Omega had been referring to.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 23, 2010 21:57:36 GMT -5
Omega Supreme accepts Nightbeat's hand on his shoulder, though he does swivel his head around to look at it before returning his head to a more 'normal' position. He says, stiltedly, at length, "Function: last line of defense. Status: nonfunctional."
Sure, Omega Supreme can probably go toe to toe with Lugnut right now and have an even game of it, but he can't do his job, his reason to exist! Try to imagine being unable to solve crimes, Nightbeat!
Omega Supreme takes another gulp of his cube to humour Long Haul, even if that wasn't what Omega Supreme meant. He goes out on a limb and asks, "Explain: hang out."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 24, 2010 21:27:13 GMT -5
"I think he meant his firepower, Long Haul," Nightbeat says. "And it's not the end of the world, Omega. Maybe you can be the first line of defense or something." In Nightbeat's book, 'last line of defense' just means 'the last one to get shot when the sludge hits the fan, so you get to watch all your buddies die.'
"'Hang out' means you don't have to be alone all the time anymore. You don't have to wait for someone to visit you in the hangar or worry about stepping on people. Well, you have to worry about stepping on fewer people," he adds, ordering a cube from the dispenser and taking a sip once it's dispensed.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 24, 2010 22:33:30 GMT -5
As Nightbeat mentions 'first line of defense,' Long Haul nods. "Yeah. I mean... you're smaller, sure, but you don't need as much fuel, neither, so now we don't have to always be in reserve, y'know?" Since, after all, a big part of why Omega Supreme always was the 'last line of defense' is because he consumed so much fuel that it just wasn't practical to use him unless necessary much of the time.
"And, uhm... yeah, what he said about hanging out," he adds, optics brightening.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 24, 2010 23:18:52 GMT -5
Omega Supreme nods. His firepower. Being bomb-proof. His sheer brute strength.
But oh! If Omega Supreme adopts a first-into-the-breach, last-out, gung-ho mentality, this is your fault, Nightbeat! From his expression, he's definitely considering it seriously. After some thought, he murmurs, "Correct. Function reanalysis required. Hang out: activities?"
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 25, 2010 0:30:30 GMT -5
If Omega Supreme adopts a first-in, last-out mentality and gets himself into trouble, then Nightbeat will just have to rescue him. He's had lots of practice with Siren. Omega will get to blast Decepticons and talk with colons and Nightbeat will get to track him down and get all noir at people. Everyone wins.
The detective is about to suggest going planetside and hitting a bar, but thinks better of it. "Activities? Er, why don't you field this one, Long Haul?" Nightbeat says instead, fixing his visor on the Costructibot.
Because "Getting overcharged and talking about how much better things used to be before the war, and the invention of females, and getting our heads chopped off and replaced with little men, and getting sucked into a crazy alternate universe" is probably not the best activity for someone new to the social scene.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 25, 2010 14:56:55 GMT -5
Long Haul finishes off his cube and shrugs.
"Always liked a good barroom brawl, myself," he answers. "That's not really to everyone's taste, though. But I guess first we can just get on with the tour. Lounge is next, huh?"
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Oct 25, 2010 18:14:19 GMT -5
Omega Supreme will be the worst ever rescued damsel in distress, Nightbeat.
At Long Haul's suggestion of a barroom brawl, he points to himself, and he declares, "Overkill."
Omega Supreme may be but a gaudy shadow of his former self, but he knows that he's still a pretty big threat. How big a threat is something he's going to need to find out for himself in the training room.
To the lounge?
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 25, 2010 19:50:46 GMT -5
Clearly Omega has fallen in with a bad crowd.
"Works for me," says Nightbeat, finishing off his cube and disposing of the empty cube however empty cubes are usually disposed of.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 25, 2010 22:24:52 GMT -5
Long Haul just lets the empty cubes dissipate.
And after a scene-shift, they're in the lounge!
"This area's kind of a hang-out. It's got... buncha entertainments from Earth, mostly," Long Haul says, scratching the back of his head. He's never been to that planet, so it's pretty amazing how much he now knows about its culture.
(Of course, he also thinks that the natives include large blue hedgehogs.)
"I added some Cybetronian trumpet tunes to the music system, but no one else seems to listen much to it," he shrugs.
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