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Post by Perceptor on Jan 21, 2011 21:21:38 GMT -5
"Well within appropriate tolerances to make it more efficient than sending Skyfire out," he replies, and then rattles off his numbers to prove it. Meanwhile, he's programmed in the appropriate coordinates before joining Xaaron up on the platform.
"Transmission initiating in 3... 2... 1..."
Everything dissolves in a flare of bright light.
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Post by Breakaway on Jan 22, 2011 16:54:42 GMT -5
Breakaway is laid back on his bunk, reading The Bridge over the River Kwai, when Emirate Xaaron and Perceptor appear out of thin air. He immediately bolts upright, sliding off the berth onto his feet, fully intending to defeat what is apparently a novel new Decepticon tactic.
"Oh!" he exclaims simply as his optics catch up with his reflexes. "Officer on deck!" he barks, saluting.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 5, 2011 21:15:29 GMT -5
Whirligig is likewise chilling on his bunk, but with his legs propped high on the wall in imitation of sitting. He's busy making intricate alterations to one of his explosive disks - so that instead of exploding it will spit sparks and spin in a circle - when suddenly! Emirate Xaaron and Perceptor!
At first he just tilts his head back to stare at them, looking rather unsurprised, then when it becomes obvious that Breakaway can also see them, he grins and flaps his arm about in a motion vaguely reminiscent of a salute. "Howdy-hey!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 5, 2011 21:43:52 GMT -5
"This is not my room," Emirate Xaaron observes.
Luckily, Breakaway and Whirligig have not opened fire on him and Lucky Dip Perceptor.
He raises his hands and urges, "At ease, soldiers. This is just some science gone wrong."
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 6, 2011 14:05:18 GMT -5
"....ummmm.... No. It is not," Perceptor agrees, crestfallen. "I was certain that it was properly adjusted this time..."
Science just kicked his robo-puppy, and Xaaron's shiny silver plating upon his own features cannot hide his disappointment.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 11, 2011 21:19:43 GMT -5
"Yes, sir?" Breakaway says hesitantly, dropping his salute. "What science is that?" he asks, optics darting around. His berth is a mess! And Emirate Xaaron is here! If he wipes one of those golden fingers along a surface it will come away soiled! Breakaway will be forever shamed and bring dishonor upon his family until he remembers he is much too cool to worry about that sort of thing.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 12, 2011 20:25:51 GMT -5
It's hard to get much more at ease than he already is, but Whirligig does his best, flipping onto his belly and letting his arms dangle limply over the edge of his berth.
"Can't have gone too wrong," he muses. "Nothing exploded."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 12, 2011 21:35:48 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron takes a moment to look around and make sure that he and Perceptor are not in a strange mirror universe.
Emirate Xaaron frowns at Whirligig and sniffs, "You're stereotyping. Though to be more accurate, we've just disproved Perceptor's hypothesis."
He snaps his fingers and answers Breakaway, "Spacebridge science."
Now they're thinking with portals.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 13, 2011 20:07:39 GMT -5
Perceptor has already pulled out a datapad and is busy tapping away upon it. Yes, he could do the calculations in his head, but he loses track of enough things in there; better to have it written down somewhere, too. So he can lose that.
"...carry the one, and... Unacceptable. Un. Ack. Cept. Tab. Ble," he grumbles to himself as he stomps toward the door.
Please forgive him, Breakaway and Whirligig; science really did just kick his turbopuppy, and he is apparently not going to stand for it.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 13, 2011 22:15:53 GMT -5
"Spacebridge science huh? What's the power draw like, sir?" Breakaway is already thinking about the military applications. Even if it's only accurate enough to hit a target the size of the Event Horizon and only strong enough to carry two 'bots, the advantages to being able to move troops around instantly boggle the mind.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 13, 2011 23:23:50 GMT -5
"It's only a stereotype because everyone loves scienceplosions!" And by everyone, Whirligig means himself.
Spacebridge, spacebridge... he tries to remember if he's heard of that before, but gives up in short order and flips back onto his back to continue turning his precision instrument of localized destruction into something useless but pretty. Well, not entirely useless, because it could be used as a distraction, but really he just intends to set it off in a hall somewhere.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 14, 2011 12:54:13 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron tries to grab Perceptor by the wrist to lead him out of the room, since Breakaway and Whirligig probably want their privacy to continue their readying and... whatever it is that Whirligig is doing.
He explains to Breakaway, who is ever the keen soldier, "About the same as Skyfire making the trip, but it won't always work all the time due to stellar geography, and the accuracy's not... accurate." He gives Breakaway a smile and a shrug.
Emirate Xaaron sighs over Whirligig. People like Flame give the profession such a bad wrap!
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 14, 2011 13:41:37 GMT -5
Perceptor allows himself to be steered as he continues poking away at the scrolling diagrams and figures on his datapad. Actually, if he pokes any harder, he'll crack the screen.
"...constant of the wavefunction, with the inverse degree of sin...." Stab, stab, scribble. "Times the coefficient of...." Scribble, scribble, stab, drag. "Theta wave manipulation with particulate penetration of the spectral function...." Poke, scribble, frenzied scrawl. "...gravitational exponent..." He stops dead in his tracks wherever it is that Xaaron has managed to get him to by then, and snarls at the screen before flinging his stylus down the corridor.
"Why did it not work correctly?!?!?!"
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 15, 2011 22:13:56 GMT -5
"I'm sure the eggheads'll work the kinks out, sir. Man, even if it isn't too accurate, just being able to pop up behind enemy lines would be brutal!" The worst part of Breakaway's job is having to fly over enemy anti-aircraft guns. Being able to show up behind them would be keen.
"Uh, bye Perceptor," he says belatedly.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Feb 15, 2011 23:20:57 GMT -5
Whirligig waves a foot after Xaaron and Perceptor as they leave, his hands occupied with bomb-modding.
"Ta-ta," he calls. "See you later! Drop in any time! Don't forget to write!"
OOC: Out of thread, I guess?
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