Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Nov 21, 2010 0:21:38 GMT -5
Omega Supreme's head swivels around to stare at Nightbeat. He roughly yanks out his datajack and turns around, moving his body to match his head, and he points up at his head, and he reports, "Damage: irreparable."
It's not that Omega Supreme doesn't try, but he doesn't have it in him to make much progress.
However, Long Haul's protests stay him. Omega Supreme will just have to wait for when Long Haul isn't looking to practice his chances against his archenemy. He tromps back to the console, and Devastator vanishes.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 21, 2010 18:43:39 GMT -5
Nightbeat isn't really sure how much of Omega's anger is due to his processors having been physically messed with and how much is from emotional trauma. It'd take a really good head-shrinker and a really good med-bot to figure that out. He's pretty sure obsessing isn't going to help either problem, though.
The detective lowers his rifle and looks back and forth between the other two Transformers. Awwwwkwaaaard.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 21, 2010 20:00:27 GMT -5
Long Haul relaxes immediately when the future-him (and the other guys attached to it) vanish. He's quiet for a moment, then finally rubs the back of his head. "Well. Uhm. I'm thinking you get the idea here, anyway. So, uhm, bridge next?" Somehow, his voice implies, 'Please?' without him actually saying the word.
"Oh, uhm, and there's another lounge right in that area we oughta show you! Great view of spa- well, I guess you already seen plenty of that already, so nevermind," he finishes, rubbing the back of his head.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Nov 21, 2010 21:17:55 GMT -5
Omega Supreme sees he has made an awkward mess of everything again. Sigh. He just nods. Yes, they can go to the bridge now.
Omega Supreme admits honestly, "Porthole: novel." There's a different between being the spaceship and being in the spaceship.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 21, 2010 21:52:23 GMT -5
Nightbeat latches onto the change of topic like a drowning 'bot onto Seaspray. "The bridge has the best view on the ship, if you ask me. Of course I hardly ever see it unless I'm sitting pilot watch. Speaking of which, I guess you're on the schedule now, huh?"
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 21, 2010 22:40:53 GMT -5
"It's not really a portal so much as an... uhm... kind of a wide screen that pretends to be a window most of the time," Long Haul explains with a shrug. He leads them up towards the bridge. "A lotta the flying can be automated, I think, but we like to keep someone who actually knows how to fly up here as much as we can, 'case something goes wrong. So we don't have to wait for Mayday to finish flailing and then run up here. Since we're docked right now, I think there's a few gaps in the rotation, and when there ain't, there's more non-pilots standing this watch than we'd usually have." He steps onto the bridge. The design is very... Autoboty. A lot of control stations, all done up with the usual orange metal that Autobots seem to favor, with an obvious pilot seat and a more central command chair - most of these stations would only actually have people in an emergency of some sort, however. When the situation's normal, the ship can fly itself.
(And when it's not normal, sometimes Mayday can cover everything, anyway).
But is anyone on watch just now?
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Nov 22, 2010 1:41:10 GMT -5
Omega Supreme has a surreal moment, because he's an Autoboty spaceship, and he's faintly reminded of his own cockpit. of it is more different than it is similar, but it's still a weird experience for him. He openly boggles for a long moment, and then he shakes himself.
"Schedule: assigned."
He stares at the cockpit, and he wonders how different it is to fly a ship as compared to flying himself.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 23, 2010 20:19:32 GMT -5
Nightbeat takes a moment to look around the bridge, inspecting the various consoles and instruments to make sure everything is ship-shape. After all, if he were a Decepticon, this is one of the places he'd want to sabotage.
"Y'stood any interesting watches, yet?" he asks Omega.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 23, 2010 20:45:40 GMT -5
Long Haul's optics band flickers at Nightbeat.
"Those exist?" he asks, then he considers things and scratches the back of his head. "Well, I guess some of them Rock Watches get too interesting," he adds. Then he toddles over to the central chair and looks at it, before looking around the room, as if glancing to see if anyone's watching.
Of course, Omega Supreme and Nightbeat are there, so he clears his throat and bounces up onto his toes. He's not supposed to sit in the big chair, is he?
Still, he looks back at it again.
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Nov 23, 2010 22:56:08 GMT -5
Omega Supreme shrugs. He doesn't find much interesting, aside from the idea of... er... murdering all of Long Haul's friends from the future who are no longer his friends. Also trumpet music and nice architecture. His watches haven't involved any of that! Man, fighting Devastator in a giant alien Parthenon to the strains of trumpet fanfares would be...
He answers simply, "Negatory."
Omega Supreme won't say anything if Long Haul wants to pretend to be Captain Picard.
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 23, 2010 23:13:56 GMT -5
"Okay, maybe 'interesting' is the wrong word," the detective acknowledges, still peering at a display showing energy levels or something.
He turns around and catches Long Haul ogling the chair. "Heh. Go ahead and sit, Long Haul. Everybody does it."
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 23, 2010 23:37:23 GMT -5
Long Haul straightens. "Really?" He rubs the back of his head, hunching a little in embarrassment. "Ah. Ah-heh." Then he looks towards the door once more before clambering onto the seat, then turning to look at the viewscreen. He swings his legs a little bit, and then says, again, "Heh."
"Pretty comfy, actually." He pauses. "We did a good job putting this together."
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Omega Supreme
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Post by Omega Supreme on Nov 24, 2010 14:12:34 GMT -5
Omega Supreme moves over closer to the door, such that, anyone who tries to enter the room will walk smack into Omega Supreme's back, if he or she is not paying attention. Never let it be said that Omega Supreme won't cover for his buddies!
He's not sitting in the chair, but he nods in approval, "Agreed."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Nov 24, 2010 19:10:40 GMT -5
"It's a good ship," Nightbeat agrees. "I'm still surprised what a good job you all did with the design specs for her. I mean, we've gotta accommodate Botanica and the other Maximals, and the Nebulans, plus people sized all the way from Spy Shot 6 and little Wheelie to O-" he stops short, and fakes an automatic process designed to clear dust and other debris from his vocal apparatus. It sounds suspiciously like an embarrassed cough. " . . . to Skyfire."
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 24, 2010 20:54:16 GMT -5
"Thanks," Long Haul answers, pleased, as he pushes himself back out of the chair. "Mayday did most of the designing, though I did help a bit. Always did like spaceships." He gestures towards Omega Supreme and brightens. "I was the one that suggested the rocket for Omega!" Because really, just why would a city defender need a space-travel mode? Unless it was a space-traveling city, of course.
"Anyway, like I said, there's another lounge up here. Doesn't have as many games and stuff, but it's got a better view, 'cos it's got, like, this view only more wrap-around. But since we're seeing it here, I guess we don't need to stop there." He scuffs one foot against the floor. "Which means the training room's next," he says, heading towards the exit. "It's a lot like the sim room, only more boring because it's just a room with a few weapons and targets and stuff. Somma the folks seem to prefer it for some reason, though."
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