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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 14, 2010 4:02:26 GMT -5
Day 25, Ship's Mess Hall, Open
On one of several tables in the Decepticon mess hall, a tiny figure didn’t so much sit as perch. With his four spider like legs equally splayed about his torso, Dustcutter had hips but no aft on which to rest, he simply locked his actuators to hold position without draining energy. In front of him on the table lay a datapen, its holographic display, larger than the one operating it, currently showed a basic schematic of the star-port where Ship was docked. Next to the diminutive ‘con lay a scaled down half drained energon cube.
He’d drawn his full ration for the day and in his distracted mood, he hadn’t realised he wouldn’t be able to finish the whole thing until it was too late. He had a relatively quiet day, mostly spent defragging every single data-track he had been granted access to but it was hardly draining stuff. Maybe he could put the remainder of the cube back but he hadn’t given much processing to the idea.
A keen observer might notice however that Dustcutter would be unable to finish his pint sized cube and that the appropriate negotiations might place the remainder of said cube in the observer’s hands instead of posibly back in the despensor.
Dustcutter drained a fraction more of the available energy as he grasped at the cube with his right pincer. Better hurry if Mr Observer wants a cheap top up.
OOC: Edited at Admins request
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 15, 2010 17:05:43 GMT -5
The door slides open, a micromaster-sized bot appears at the entrance and looks inside the room. "Empty~!" Very much delighted, the mech bustles inside, beelining for the vending machines. Mistwind reaches out for the dispense system, having to stand on his toes - And freezes on the spot.
Right there, at that point, his head turns and optic sensors lock on the mech sitting on the table. Very slowly, Mistwind goes back to normal stance, and watches the strange mech.
Silently.
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 16, 2010 12:09:53 GMT -5
Did the tiny mech use his sixth sense to detect the presence of the other? No because this was a universe filled with mechanoids of various sizes, not super powered meatbags. Dustcutter relied on one of his other senses, hearing to be precise. He would have liked to swivel his head around 180 degrees to lock optics with the newcomer but he wasn’t cool enough to be able to do that, instead he turned his whole body as well so he could see. He had buzzsaw palms and that was cool so all was right with the world.
“It is not polite to stare but I doubt that bothers either one of us in any way very much or at all. What is your individual identifier that you are known by and have preference to be referred to?” Dustcutter’s rapid voice came out surprisingly deep for one of his size and sounded like it had been put through a synthesizer. It was still a high pitched voice however.
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 16, 2010 18:14:10 GMT -5
The mech talks! Still silent, Mistwind moves somewhat closer to the table.
Quite keenly, he answers: "You're new. Tell me yours first." Then something dangerous glints across his optics, "You're not an Autobot, ...are you?"
Because Mistwind remembers someone who's also a tiny blade-bot~! And they're not friends*.
------------------------- * Mistwind had a run-in with ROTF Wheelie sometime ago.
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 17, 2010 4:03:38 GMT -5
The talking mech turned on the spot to face the demanding one completely, and he had made a valid point though, he was the new one. Dustcutter sighed and gave an expressive little shrug, “Fine, as you wish, so be it. My own personal identifier is Dustcutter and that is how I am known”.
The question caught him by surprise; he looked around the room to make sure he was still on the same plane of existence, “Autobot…? What would one of them be doing here, in this room, on board this ship?”
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 18, 2010 6:42:42 GMT -5
With a hint of held-back anger, Mistwind confirms "They'd be dying."
Silence broken, the kid leans on the table, staring at Dustcutter a bit more amiable, "I'm called Mistwind. Hi." There's a little greeting wave with a hand.
"Sooo, what are you doing, Dustcutter sir?"
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 18, 2010 13:12:31 GMT -5
Despite having the smallest stature and matching processor on board Ship, there was surprisingly little that went above Dustcutter’s head. He’d seen lots of reactions towards the Autobots but anger seemed to be uncommon. He made a mental note of this one under the file of ‘Mistwind’.
But ‘Sir’, he puffed his chest out – not really but the intent was there – in imagined importance, Mistwind had a made a friend with that one word. “I was searching the available schematic of this dock in the hope of finding a salvage bay or even a scrap yard so that I may seek employment to further boost our bank credits and occupy my time usefully”. Yes Dustcutter compensated for his size with shear word count.
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 19, 2010 9:50:29 GMT -5
Mistwind blinks and tilts his head, regarding Dustcutter.
"Ehm... I understand that you are a scavenger by your function specifics, Dustcutter sir?" There is a slight smirk and Mistwind attempts to view the map. "Well, they're not exactly near Ship, though. There are two in the port - one in the outer east and another small one in the south branch. One other is in an adjacent sector on Planet... but that is pretty much the only one to take hazardous and explosive materials to because of population. It is also the largest at the moment. Do you have a good altmode or do you have to walk?"
----------------- Assuming that if anyone knows where these things are, it would be Mist. If he's not supposed to know where to dump waste and debris, let me know.
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 19, 2010 13:39:52 GMT -5
“Scavenger? No no no. Alongside dismantling in general that’s more of a pastime and hobby. My primary directive is to break stuff Saboteur; I’m the proverbial spanner in the works”. He clicked a pincer three times in rabid succession. “Alt is leeetle car” he held the same pincer out, claws slightly apart, the exact sort of gesture someone would use to describe him.
“If this unit may be so bold, what is the nature of you alternative transformation and your primary function?”
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 20, 2010 13:16:55 GMT -5
An understanding nod is given in reply, "I see, Dustcutter sir. But hobbies are fun!"
Mistwind shrugs. "I do transport functions on Ship, Dustcutter sir, I do menial things so our awesome war machines don't have to. That is my directive." He grins a bit, "Probably not very exciting.... but it's a good function. Are you a Warrior, then, Dustcutter sir? Or do you bind to Intel?"
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 20, 2010 13:45:03 GMT -5
“If my capabilities were such, I’d choose warrior” Dustcutter looked around the room as though to check if anyone could overhear them even though he knew there was no one else and he dropped the volume of his voice a fraction to suggest some big conspiracy, ”I secretly wish this unit was gigametres tall and that I could tear apart planets one little piece at a time” He raised his pincers and dropped his head in exaggerated resignation, “but Intel it is. War machines are awesome are they not?”
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 21, 2010 17:23:03 GMT -5
"Hah! That would be cool, Dustcutter sir! You'd be all scary and everything!" Hmm, creepy fantasy, Dustcutter has?
Mistwind shrugs, "I admire them. Why not? They are strong, powerfull, aaaand if there's a monster hiding under their berth, they can just blast it apart and go back to 'charge." He grins, "Definitely awesome!"
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 22, 2010 3:47:36 GMT -5
Creepy imagination Dustcutter does have yess. And he is the monster under the bed – for a given definition of Monster. He should get out more.
“Do you have hobbies, interests, preferred pastimes, ways in which you chooses to otherwise spend you free time Mistwind sir?”
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 23, 2010 18:10:03 GMT -5
"Hobbies? I play, unplated one." With a mischievous grin, Mistwind reaches into subspace and retrieves a worn and sewn up pink plush toy. It has way too many stitches to have any resemblance of anything, and it misses an eye. It gets locked into a tight death hug against the little Decepticon's chest plating.
"Do you like to play as well?"
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Post by Dustcutter on Nov 23, 2010 20:12:33 GMT -5
Plushies were completely outside of Dustcutter’s experience, he didn’t know what to make of it and so it got eyed suspiciously. Missing an eye did however meet with approval from the diminutive Cyclops. And Pink? What was with that?
Unplated One. Dustcutter stifled a chuckle, his imagination going along the lines of “Tremble and bow before the awesome might of the Unplated One”.
“Play? Yes I like to play, entertainment is invaluable in fulfilling ones existence” That was it really, one lived because they enjoyed living or were looking for that enjoyment, it was just that what one enjoyed sometimes conflicted with the enjoyment of others. An example, Dustcutter enjoyed sabotaging the Autobot’s machines and they enjoyed their machines intact, thus conflict and hence we have a story.
Dustcutter narrowed his sole optic, “what exactly is your particular definition of play oh mighty Plated one with the pink… torso heater…?” there was absolutely no sarcasm at all in his tone as he said ‘mighty Plated one’, no seriously, none at all.
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