Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 11, 2010 20:07:05 GMT -5
"Don't just assume something is impossible," Tarantulas advises Slugslinger. "Blackarachnia downloads other 'bots' weapons systems, Blurr runs faster than most jets can fly, Rodimus Prime has a mystical artifact in his chest, and we're all being hunted by a planet that eats planets. Regeneration is perfectly plausible."
Slugslinger doesn't give any sign of explaining things to Waspinator or otherwise being helpful in any way at all whatsoever, ever, so Tarantulas gets to tell the story. Great.
"You're aboard the Decepticon vessel Ship, and you're in a different universe than the one you were in a moment ago. Transformers from different realities are being drawn to this plane for reasons unknown. These rocks seem to act like a magnet for new arrivals," the spider says, gesturing at the rocks. "That's the short version. Once you've cleared security you can access our database and read all about the long version."
"And would you give the 'bot his antenna?" he adds testily.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 12, 2010 11:07:20 GMT -5
Slugslinger tilts his head in a small arc, mimicking rolling his optics, and continues his arrhythmic tapping.
"A planet that eats other planets makes more sense than someone automagically recovering his damage," he says. He knows – he's seen the devourer with his own two optics, set foot on him, taken naps in his nerve centres. Ah, but that cushy life is no more; Slugslinger heaves an aggrieved sigh, then looks to Waspinator and gives the bug bot a one-sided grin. "Hey, buddy! You need this bit yet, or are you still working on the big stuff?" he calls unnecessarily loudly, waving Waspinator's antenna.
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 12, 2010 12:23:25 GMT -5
He was halfway to sitting down, retrieving his other leg when the word ‘Decepticon’ bounced around his processor. He ended up sitting down a bit harder than intended as he studied the two strange bots once more, he couldn’t see any sigils on them from his position but he had no doubt as to their allegiance, there was nothing Autobot about them, his one normal hand went to the sigil on his own chest. No, he was no Autobot either; he had been cast out and betrayed. A flicker of turmoil crossed his faced only to be replaced by grim determination.
The rest of what the spiderbot said made little sense to him but he was more concerned about getting operational again. Waspinator reached for other leg and clicked it into place, for a moment nothing, then a shot of pain as the misaligned power linkage adjusted into position. He gasped briefly as the pain soon dissipated.
Looking at the spiderbot while holding out a hand for the missing antenna, he asks “How big izz Buzzerbot Zhip? How many other botz on board?”
OOC: Im lreally enjoying this by the way, thank you.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 12, 2010 18:43:34 GMT -5
"It makes more sense to you. For all we know there's a reality where everyone is unkillable because they regenerate so fast and we just don't have anyone from there yet," Tarantulas says by way of rebuttal before shooting Waspinator a suspicious look.
"I think that information can wait until you've cleared security, Waspinator. Suffice to say that the ship is large and heavily armed, and filled with 'bots who are also for the most part large and heavily armed."
OOC: No problem!
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 13, 2010 8:07:50 GMT -5
OOC: Glad I'm not the only one having a blast!
It's easy to chalk up the flop to only having one leg for bracing himself, but Waspinator's scrutinising stare doesn't go unnoticed even by ignorant thug Slugslinger. What set him off? Slugslinger has to wonder, but he keeps it to himself; his dull smirk stays firmly in place and he flicks that antenna at its owner.
"Yeah right," he snorts, eyeing Tarantulas. "Like 'unkillable' is any fun in cosmic chesspieces like us." Clearly, thinks Slugslinger as he tweaks and re-settles his shoulder vanes, they're all here for some purpose or they wouldn't be here at all. They might even be here just for someone's amusement. Why else have guys like Lugnut – single-minded lout – or Waspinator around? Slugslinger crosses his arms at his waist and props up the console with his backside again. "Hey, Spidey," he adds helpfully, "don't forget the part where we can just lock him in a cage on these rocks and watch the fireworks when someone mean shows up if he doesn't behave."
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 13, 2010 12:58:52 GMT -5
Considering the size of the speaker, large and heavily armed probably included almost everyone, although the spider bot probably won in the many armed department. Waspinator for one currently considered himself to be large and heavily armed, certainly in contrast to who he was one hour ago.
He caught the antenna, a small twitch of satisfaction crossed his visage, soon replaced by a brief look of puzzlement, the piece was so small, it was hard to determine if it was his left or right – both were at that point missing. As he took the antenna to his head, it seemed to know itself and guided his hand appropriately.
Looking around the floor he spotted the next piece of the puzzle. Part no. 12: Abdomen. Function: Alt mode kibble / secondary power core housing. Status: Attached in 3…2…1…There was a soft series of clicks as Waspinator settled his posterior into place, followed by a rush as the additional power flowed into his frame.
The jet formers remark did not miss Waspinator. It got a raised antenna ridge as Waspinator located his last arm, "Twoface jet even try to lock Wazzpinator in cage, better have spare spark coz Wazzpinator gonna rip the old one out!"
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 13, 2010 23:09:10 GMT -5
"Seeing as how he didn't show any sign of misbehaving until you provoked him just now, I think we can forgo the forcefield this time, Slugslinger," Tarantulas shoots back.
He watches as Waspinator puts himself back together. Interesting. The spider's curiosity is peaked. "What were you doing before you were here anyway?"
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 14, 2010 8:07:44 GMT -5
"Getting blown to itty-bitty pieces, obviously," Slugslinger answers Tarantulas, chuckling. He ignores Waspinator's threat and brushes off the bugbot with an idle wave of one hand because really. It's kind of like Rampage's blather, only even funnier. He adds as he pulls himself up to perch, slouched but attentive with optics bright and vanes perked, on the edge of the console in spite of it definitely not being a seat, "Kinda figured that was the easy part of the interview, y'know, what with the parts everywhere." And it's absolutely fascinating that talk of locking him up got Waspinator to stop rambling and start threatening.
Slugslinger keeps that amusement to himself and files it away for future reference. He can work with claustrophobia or something like it.
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 14, 2010 12:23:31 GMT -5
Waspinator got the distinct impression the universe was full of jerks. And is it really blather when A: Waspinator is the height Slugslinger, and B: Waspinator can pull himself back together even after getting blown to itty bitty pieces.
The wasp smiled briefly at the spider before giving the jet a look that basically promised these two would never get along. For the Spiderbot’s question, Waspinator decides to edit his answer – a lot. “Current status due to transwarp energy overload, too much energy for body to handle”. Now that really ought to pique some curiosity. Yes getting blown up would be the easy part of the interview, the part leading up to it where he’s an Autobot traitor was likely to be a slag.
By now he had his last arm back in place though not without some force required to reset the shoulder socket too. He was quickly sifting through the rocks connecting the last few missing pieces, antenna, finger, the small stuff baring his wings which would require the help of someone else to reconnect. Just because he looked whole however didn’t mean there still wasn’t significant damage from the overload, he was gonna need some time to heal.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 14, 2010 20:42:30 GMT -5
"Slugslinger, shut up," Tarantulas says flatly. "Transwarp energy overload? Some sort of time travel experiment go awry?" he asks. "You're lucky dismemberment was all that happened if something went wrong with a transwarp field."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 16, 2010 9:58:57 GMT -5
Slugslinger turns an astonished, wounded look on Tarantulas; inwardly, he grins, quite pleased with himself. Between that and the all too familiar glare from Waspinator, this little encounter has proved most successful. He goes from shocked to sullen, hunching his shoulders inward and scowling unhappily – it works well even with the right side of his face.
"Fine, fine," he mutters, rolling his optics and sulking.
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 16, 2010 13:07:24 GMT -5
“Not time travel, waz sorta used to… reformat… Waspinator”. Actually time travel had got mixed in with the overload but he got pulled at the same instant. “Go from carbot to Megacool!” And this is why kids that Waspinator doesn’t have issues with being Technorganic like a couple more from his reality, to Wasp it was an upgrade, albeit one without a mirror.
“…Waspinator not feel right..” If a green robot could get greener then Waspinator would have. The weirdest most uncomfortable sensation was building up inside our hero, the only thing he could think of to do was open his mandibles as the sensation seemed to rise in his chest. Without warning, the half wasp belched up a cloud of transwarp energy infused energon particles. Waspinator put a hand out to lean against the nearest wall for balance, unfortunately the nearest wall a few paces away. He fell flat on his face, the pieces of his wings slipping from his grasp in the process. The lights in his optics began to flicker.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 16, 2010 22:21:33 GMT -5
Tarantulas doesn't really care that he's feeding the troll, he just has very little patience for idiots too big to eat.
"Reformat?" Tarantulas says, half his optic band expanding in mimicry of a raised eyebrow. That sounds a lot like the quantum shockwave that turned everyone into Transmetals.
Then Waspinator keels over. "Scrap!" Tarantulas shouts, fishing in the medical kit for a diagnostic probe and an emergency syringe of medical-grade energon. Hm, what would someone who cared if Waspinator lived or died do? "Waspinator, can you hear and understand me? I'm going to wire this scanner into your processor and inject you with this energon."
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Post by Waspinator on Dec 18, 2010 14:29:48 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Slugslinger due to timeout
Waspinator turned his head to look straight at the friendly neighbourhood Spiderbot and made a thumbs up gesture, actually with two opposable thumbs the gesture was a thumbs up and a thumbs down at the same time. It made up for the fact his vestigial hands had zero thumbs. Altogether he had eight fingers and four thumbs – beat that Ninja Turtles. His buzzing voice spoke volumes however “…energony goodness!” Volumes of what however was still up for debate.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 18, 2010 22:22:10 GMT -5
"Subject, er, patient is alert, more or less," Tarantulas says as he moves around behind Waspinator. If the larger bugformer doesn't prevent him, he'll open up Waspy's head and splice in the diagnostic scanner, trying to get a reading on what's wrong. He'll also locate a main fuel line and inject the medical energon, the same stuff you'd find in a CR bath. Tarantulas is good at finding fuel lines and injecting things into them.
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