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Post by Kup on Aug 10, 2009 20:37:18 GMT -5
Day 30. Public Autobot thread.
Yes, even Kup stands rock watch sometimes. Kup's mindset is that no one here is too good for anything, and that includes rock watch. Heck, he's stood it with Rodimus Prime!
Right now his legs are propped up on the terminal in front of him and he looks over the metal sheet on his lap. He seems to be studying it. Every now and again he adds another mark.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 10, 2009 20:53:51 GMT -5
Without warning, there comes the sound of something like a small, muffled explosion, followed almost immediately by the crash of a very large body tumbling down and the clatter of a few inconsequential parts spilling across the floor as they tumble away from the huge black mech now sprawled atop the rocks. Jetfire flails a bit, his cane whacking against his own shin as he struggles to pull himself into at least a mostly upright seated position, rather than collapsed ungracefully upon his back, and he slams his free hand against his forehead once or twice until the cockpit windows slide back again, uncovering his optics.
This is definitely not the Egyptian desert.
"Oh bollocks!" he grouses crankily. "Doesn't look like I'm even on the same bloody planet! Lad? Lad are you here?" he calls, craning his neck this way and that to see if he can spot the human boy and his entourage.
No humans. No other fleshlings. No one he recognizes. Not even that quiet yellow one or those noisy "twin" sprats.
"Well.... BOLLOCKS!"
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Post by Prowl on Aug 10, 2009 21:15:40 GMT -5
A quiet place makes for a happy Prowl. He stands nearby, poised on one leg, and his arms out horizontally as he meditates. Of course, that quiet ends rather quickly, which makes him flail his arms and fall backwards in shock. Not a very graceful landing, as he looks up, frowning at the huge crash of noise.
He raises his head up and looks at the large, angry robot that is yelling and thrashing about. He jumps up and then strikes a bit of a battle pose his hands held out in front of him in typical 'ready-to-strike' fashion before he drops his hands and can't help but stare.
This... Is going to be interesting.
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Post by Kup on Aug 10, 2009 21:25:20 GMT -5
As the jet appears on rocks, Kup swings his feet down and stands up straight, startled. He stares at the jets - Bumblebee's reality, huh? - and, on spotting the sigils (strangely obvious, given the reality), Kup slams his hand down on the controls, activating the energy cage that locks the jet in. He then steps around the controls and crosses his arms.
"Hnh. So far, seemed we were getting mostly 'Bots. S'pose the streak had to end sooner or later." He looks back at the console and adds, "Which is why we built it with that cage."
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 10, 2009 21:49:29 GMT -5
In all his flailing about to get himself upright, Jetfire misses the motion that activates the cage, but he can hardly miss the activation of it. The frills and fins at the sides of his face flick and droop with vague annoyance, but he appears otherwise unconcerned with it as he swings his splayed feet the the floor. Another few bolts drop from his structure and clatter across the decking.
"A cage? I suppose you could call it that if you wanted to be so broad about it," he scoffs gruffly, waving one hand in a wide, dismissive arc. His red optics narrow slightly as he reaches out with that short staff he carries - which appears to be nothing more than the landing gear from his alt mode - and taps the field, grunting when the cane bounces off but without the shock or sparks or anything else otherwise painful that he would expect from any sort of confinement.
That's when he notices Kup's Autobrand, and then Prowl's as well when he glances that way.
"Ah, Autobots," he observes, leaning waaaay forward until he is hunched over almost in half, and his face is perilously close to that field. "Haven't the look of mine, too blocky, too thick, but who's to say what else has changed?" Another expansive wave of his free hand as he braces his cane against the floor to keep himself from toppling over face first.
"Have you seen the boy? He's the key, you know! Where am I, anyway? Not Egypt, that's certain. No sand. No sun. Rocks, aye, but the wrong ones. No, definitely not Egypt. Not--"
The gravity is all wrong. It's been a long, long time since he has felt this particular sensation in his gyros.
"Space? We're in space? Bollocks! I'm really NOT on the same planet, am I?"
"The lad! Did he arrive? He's not outside, is he? Those fleshlings can't survive space!"
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Post by Prowl on Aug 10, 2009 22:24:16 GMT -5
Prowl drops his stance as he walks over to Kup to stand at his side, feeling like he should offer him a bit of back-up just in case.
"You arrived alone. Most have, and do," he says. "And yes, space. Unless you believe we're on a simulated ship flying through space." He stands up straight, snorting a bit at the realization that he was called 'blocky'.
"Kup, sir," Prowl says softly, looking over at him. "What do we do with Decepticons? I have yet to encounter one while with you."
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Post by Kup on Aug 11, 2009 11:34:30 GMT -5
//Shhh!// Kup shoots back over Prowl's frequency. //Don't let on! We're winging this!//
//General plan is to question him, get him to the brig, then question him some more. Beyond that, we'll have to get an idea what we're dealing with first.//
Kup uncrosses his arms and his fingers twitch as his acid-laser musket is summoned from subspace. He doesn't aim it for Jetfire, instead holding the weapon pointed up, but Kup tends towards the violent side as Autobots go, and the occasional shift of his hand every time another bolt clatters to the ground suggests he's ready to aim that weapon at any moment.
"We're not answering your questions, Decepticon," Kup growls out, shooting a sidelong look at Prowl as he does, "'til you answer ours, and even then it's a maybe. Now, what were you doing with a human, anyway?" the veteran demands. It's usually a pretty sure bet that whatever a Decepticon wants with a human, it's not good for the organic, and though he can't do much about it at the moment, Kup's defensive nature pushes him to find out if pulling this 'Con here has perhaps helped some bystander to safety.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 11, 2009 12:17:15 GMT -5
Jetfire scoffs, flapping one hand in a dismissive gesture at Prowl. He's pretty oblivious to Kup's jumpiness, and is going to get himself shot if he keeps up with this flamboyant gesticulation of his, if he's not careful.
"Bah. Only a Prime has the power to make a simulation that real," he grouses. He thinks. Well, he hopes. Anyone with that kind of power mostly give Jetfire a serious case of the shivers, because his gyros are quite certain that this gravity is artificial.
Of course, his gyros could be totally off, too. This is definitely not where he was supposed to have landed, after all.
"Decepticon?" he asks, swinging his gaze toward Kup. The appearance of the musket doesn't appear to phase him much, either. He's not happy about it, no, but fretting won't do anything besides shaking more bolts loose, and who knows how many more he can lose before something really important decides to give up the ghost and fall off. Besides, once he catches his second wind, he'll just be opening another spacebridge out of here and back to... well, hopefully wherever the boy is.
"Bah. Haven't you been listening? I told you I switched sides, so stop judging me!" That last is punctuated with a slap against his knee; a thin, rusty panel drops off. "Death, chaos, destruction. It's always fighting with them! Who wants to live like that?"
"And the boy woke me up, I'll have you know! There I was, peacefully slumbering away," he grumbles, and never mind that he'd been "slumbering" because he'd been so desperately low on energon for so long, "when along they come and there I am, awake in that hideous mausoleum!"
"Bah! Don't you understand? I have to find him before the Fallen does! If the Fallen finds him--"
And for the first time, Jetfire's volume and tone drops and he goes very, very still. "He'll use the boy to find the Matrix, and cast the planet into darkness... forever."
ooc: moreso than usual, Jetfire's meta should be taken with a grain of salt. He, uh... doesn't always know what the heck he is talking about. Ahem.
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Post by Prowl on Aug 11, 2009 19:49:32 GMT -5
// Yes sir, // Prowl says, and steps back, tilting his head up almost in a bit of a proud way.
"You have said nothing about switching sides," Prowl says. He steps back a bit as more metal clatters to the ground, but beyond that, holds his ground. He doesn't need to be intimidated by an old bucket of scraps and bolts with a bad attitude.
// You will be the one to explain things to him, correct? //
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Post by Kup on Aug 11, 2009 22:28:25 GMT -5
Actually, Jetfire's pretty safe from being shot as long as that cage is in place.
//Yeah, yeah,// Kup grouses to Prowl over the radio. //I got it.//
"Like he said, you haven't told us nothin'! And around here, it's my job to judge folks - judge whether or not they're threats to the rest - and I'm not going to stop doing my job for a loose-nut like you!" Kup growls. Then he points at the exit. "'Sides, we got a buncha folks on this ship who're hardcoded after millions of years fightin' to think 'enemy' when they see that symbol, and just glitchin' at 'em to stop judging you ain't gonna manage a thing."
"So all right, yeah. I get the idea. You were pulled outta something pretty important. So's half the people here. You'll deal. But now that we've established that you're not a Decepticon but impersonating one, or are one and lying, you're going to settle in and get the brief explanation. Then you're going to go back and explain what all you just said, only in a way that makes sense."
Kup resubspace's his musket, but remains in front of the console, arms crossed in anger as he glowers at the other geezer.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 11, 2009 22:56:37 GMT -5
"I most certainly did!" Jetfire grumbles at Prowl. "Weren't you lot listen-- Oh. Wait. That was back on Earth. Terrible name for a planet. May as well call it dirt. Planet DirT." Yes, the "T" is quite pronounced. And moist. Or rather, the floor is now after that bit of enunciation.
"Well, I did! And now I have!" He heaves himself forward, using his cane to lever himself up onto his feet, his knees shaking with the effort.
"Symbol? What symbol?" he asks, alarmed. The whiskers along his face flare as he cranes his head around to try and stare at himself, ending up turning lumbering circles to as he attempts to catch a glimpse of his own aft. Parts of his structures knock into the rocks and even the field restraining him as he does, until he finally has to stop to lean against his cane before he topples over.
Wait. Did someone just call him a liar?
"Impersonate? Lying? I was one! Why would I want to impersonate one? The Fallen left me there to rust! And now he wants to steal back the Matrix that the Primes gave their lives to conceal from him! Why would I go back to that? Chaos, Armageddon, destruction, despair! It's all-- whu-whoa-whaaaa!"
Jetfire, having been punctuating his tirade with wild gestures again, gesticulates himself right off of his feet. He lands on his aft on the floor with a crash.
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Post by Prowl on Aug 12, 2009 10:53:59 GMT -5
Prowl has found that dealing with other Transformers from other realities is making him hard-pressed not to laugh and ruin his composure. He struggles to hold in a laugh as Jetfire first turns in circles, and then falls over, louder than ever. Prowl winces a bit at the noises and shakes his head.
"Defecting from the war? That sounds familiar," he says, glancing away. He falls quiet and continues to watch Kup to see what to do.
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Post by Kup on Aug 12, 2009 13:48:19 GMT -5
"Naw," Kup answers Prowl calmly as Jetfire claters to the floor, Kup's hand waving aside Prowl's brief comment. "Defecting means going to the other side. You do that, you're still in the war... just, well, on the other side. It's deserting when you leave the war. That just makes you a coward, where as defecting makes you a traitor." And yes, that means Kup just implied that Jetfire is a traitor on top of everything else, but he doesn't particularly mind it when people betray the Decepticons.
Granted, he also just called deserters cowards, but then, Kup is an opinionated old cuss.
He crosses his arms as he looks down at Jetfire and snorts. "Yeeeah. I guess I'm seeing why you didn't get rid of it, if you didn't have help," he observes lightly.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 12, 2009 19:41:58 GMT -5
Jetfire would refute Prowl, but Kup has that nicely covered, for which the large black jet actually nods along in agreement. "Exactly," he huffs as he rolls himself ponderously back to his feet. "Although, if anyone is the traitor, that would be the Fallen for defying the edict of the Primes," he adds, and there's an unmistakable tone of reverence as he says that word. "Besides, it isn't as if I actually stopped looking for the Matrix, you know."
"The Matrix! The lad!" he gasps, slapping his forehead with one hand in a, "well duh," manner. He's still feeling a bit shaky, but his systems are about as reset as they're going to get without another sliver of Allspark to boost him.
"No time to talk now! I'm on a mission!" Jetfire exclaims, plowing right over what anyone else may attempt to say. "Got to get back to the fleshling! Must find the Matrix, stop the Fallen! Things to do, places to go! No time to waste wallowing about here explaining to you!"
He crouches, one fist pressed to the floor, concentrating, his cane clutched tightly in his other fist as blue light and tiny flickers of pale, ceurulean lightning begins to dance across his form and in a circle around him. "Stand back, stand back or you'll die!"
There is a brilliant flash of light, the soft sound of muffled thunder, and Jetfire vanishes--
Only to reappear with a crash, right back on top of the rocks, only upside down this time, flailing. With a whump, his last landing chute deploys, fabric billowing from his posterior in a fluttering mushroom, before drifting down to cover him, lines getting tangled in his thrashing limbs, and a few more parts clattering against the floor.
"BOLLOCKS!"
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Post by Springer on Aug 12, 2009 20:38:55 GMT -5
You see this?
This is a slack-jawed Springer standing in the doorway.
"...uh....wow."
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