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Post by Kate Mason on Feb 13, 2011 23:20:35 GMT -5
Windshield cracked, and seasoned with dents, some of them on his face, despite that all, Kup has plenty of reasons to hoof it down to this side of the ship. Security's a thing with him, and having bombs all over the place is pretty blasted insecure. Thick or thin, Kup tends to find himself fighting at Rodimus Prime's side an awful lot, too. It's not even a conscious thing.
He almost bursts out the hatch without a magnet rope, but thinking about that time back with the Astrobots and how they only found Perigee three million years later, when he finally drifted to a planet with proper ansibles, makes him pause. Kup frowns and grabs a magnet rope, and then he bursts out of the hatch.
Oh ho. Big, green, and ugly. It's just Kup's day. That's fine by him.
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Oil Slick
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Pharmacists do it over the counter.
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Post by Oil Slick on Feb 14, 2011 19:56:03 GMT -5
Oil Slick chuckles, tilting his head a bit. //You're a good bit smarter than your counterpart, it seems.// The chemist retorts, moving to the side to evade the shot.
//I could tell you - I would love to, but as a 'bot who enjoys his work and takes great pride in it, I would ramble. Plus, it's said that actions speak louder than words.//
With a quick, fluid motion, Oil Slick strikes, lobbing a vial at Rodimus. It strikes the Prime in the chest, and he is quickly engulfed in a large cloud of green vapor.
//I don't have to be close to be effective, Autobot.//
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OOC: Dosing of Rodimus Prime done with player permission.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 14, 2011 23:06:37 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime's reality doesn't have Cosmic Rust, at least not that the Transformers have encountered. Certainly, they've had no reason to inoculate themselves against it.
Rodimus stumbles back, letting go of the cable to stare at his hand as it covers with rust. "Wha- no!" he gasps. He can feel himself getting more brittle instantly, and the only reason that he hasn't yet collapsed under his own weight is because gravity is so very faint out here. Still, he lifts his arm, attempting to fire...
... but before the shot can be made, the pipes just break off and float away as Rodimus starts to go limp and begins to drift, not far yet, fortunately.
And the green cloud is still there, with no wind to disperse it...
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Post by Kate Mason on Feb 14, 2011 23:51:02 GMT -5
Oh no. Oil Slick didn't. Not to one of Kup's Autobots. Not to Rodimus Prime. The green cloud's weird, but Kup's seen that decay. //Reminds me of Antilla,// he says solemnly, nodding once for the Lost Legion, and he leaves it at that. Kup leaves it at that because, right now, he is too slagging torqued off for anything other than action. One magnet hits the hull. The other end of the rope is twirled like a lasso for a moment and then flung, hard at Oil Slick's chest. Kup holds onto the rope with one hand and runs along the hull, using the rope as an improvised hand-rail. He runs through that wicked-looking green mist, heedless of the danger - but it seems to be no danger at all, to him. Tickles a bit, but that's it. His other arm winds back and then is flung, full force, in the form of a fist at Oil Slick's head, to burst that stupid bubble.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Feb 15, 2011 1:35:48 GMT -5
For a moment, Oil Slick has a triumphant smirk as Rodimus Prime starts to go to pieces.
Then a magnet cable attaches to his chest, and here comes Kup...totally unphased?!
That smirk melts into pure panic, which turns into pain as Kup fistinates his head bubble, and then his face. The chemist tumbles away with a big pain in his face area as well as a shattered helmet.
He bumps into the thruster bell he was hiding behind before, and gets his footing back. A moment of panic, then he pitches an acid vial at the ship hull - a hole quickly forms, and Oil Slick jumps in. An expanding foam quickly fills it, pitched from a second vial, and Oil Slick disappears inside the Event Horizon.
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OOC: Out of thread!
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 15, 2011 12:57:01 GMT -5
Rodimus continues to drift. He makes a weak grab for the cable near him, but it's anyone's guess how long his hand will even remain in one piece. If the ship starts to move at this point, he'll be left behind.
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Post by Kate Mason on Feb 15, 2011 13:10:29 GMT -5
As that coward-clocked bootleg son of a moped retreats like the plastic-strutted caitiff he is, Kup spends a few seconds trying to tear the foam open so that he can make good on his threat to forcibly rearrange Oil Slick's anatomy.
A scrap of red armour, rotting away to brown rust floating in front of Kup brings him out of it. He's still murderously furious but not senseless anymore. Kup turns and trots over, keeping one hand on his cable. He reaches out and gather Rodimus in his arms, gently as he can, murmuring sorrowfully, //Oh lad.//
Kup needs to get him to Botanica and fast. The boy's in a bad way.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 15, 2011 15:10:08 GMT -5
Rodimus looks up at Kup. The rust has eaten away at the upper right side of his face, showing the support tendons and wires beneath and rendering that optic dark. He tries to mouth something, but the jaw won't close again when he's done, so instead he switches to the radio. Even there, the voice is weak.
//S-sorry, Kup. Should have been more c-careful.//
Despite his larger size, when Kup gathers him up, the young Prime automatically leans against him, child-like.
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Post by Kate Mason on Feb 15, 2011 23:05:22 GMT -5
//If that's what it takes to get you to be careful, lad, I-// The world will never know what Kup was going to say, because he pauses and frowns when the hatch refuses to open for him. He tries the keypad, and no dice, so he just tears the keypad off, reaches in, and manually forces the mechanism, one-handed.
//The shearing frak? The hatch's jammed! It worked just a minute ago...//
Kup then tries to help Rodimus hobble into the hatch before forcibly slamming the door shut behind them. He moves on to the next door of the air lock... which also refuses to open. Kup's frown turns incredulous, and he 'persuades' that door to open just like he did the last, perhaps even more emphatically.
//Mayday, I swear on my solenoids, if you're screwing with the doors on me...//
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 16, 2011 18:39:46 GMT -5
Don't worry, Kup! Rodimus hasn't really learned his lesson about not being reckless!
(Has Kup yet?)
Rodimus does hobble into the hatch as best he can, but once inside the Event Horizon, he finds it difficult to support himself in the artificial gravity. He leans heavily against Kup, practically draped against the veteran. His one operational optic glows dimly as he studies the door, his open mouth pulling into the closest thing to a frown that it can manage.
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Post by Kate Mason on Feb 16, 2011 18:53:33 GMT -5
The real lesson is that some people just never ever learn.
At the third locked door, Kup's cussing is enough to turn the air blue. A command override, some lockpicking, and some muscle get the door open, but this is complete and utter slag.
//Mayday. This had better be some Decepticon hacker's work, because if it ain't, I will personally reformat you, the old-fashioned way, with a screwdriver and an electro-magnet made outta rusty nail, into a Fructarian plague rat. Y'understand, son? I am sick up to here of entombing my boys! Because an ol' sarge entombing a young lad - that just ain't right.//
Kup is from the cartoon. They entomb dead Autobots in mausoleums and then shoot them into space. Granted, they have a new tradition here of recycling corpses, but Kup's gut reaction is not yet that. He's old and slow to change.
And quick to start kicking down doors. How many more until they get to Botanica? Kup murmurs lowly, encouragingly, "C'mon, keep it together, kid."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 16, 2011 21:45:40 GMT -5
Despite his dimmed optic and wrecked visage, Rodimus manages to spare a Look at Kup when he tells him to 'keep it together.'
Half of his spoiler rusts right off and clatters to the ground behind them.
//Easier... said than... done...// he mutters over the radio.
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Post by Kate Mason on Feb 16, 2011 23:15:08 GMT -5
Kup smirks back at Rodimus Prime, unashamed about his in bad taste pun. If the lad's glaring at Kup, he at least has some spirit left in him, and Rodimus is going to need all the spirit he has to pull through this. Swerve pounding Oil Slick to pieces, Kup decides, is too kind a fate for Oil Slick.
Kup doesn't pause to pick up the broken spoiler. It'll be dust in no time. Instead, he just hurries Rodimus to medical, which is easier now that Botanica's cleared the way. Blast, but she sounds furious! She's right to be furious, of course. Nice to know Botanica can see optic to optic with Kup when it matters.
There. They're at medical, and Rodimus at least walked it this far. A bot's got to have his pride. Kup hollers, "Botanica?"
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 18, 2011 18:52:24 GMT -5
"A moment!"
There is the sound of voices raised in argument. The voices belong to Skyblast and Botanica. After a handful of moments, the arguments ceases and Botanica comes hurrying into view. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees Rodimus.
"Oh my god... Rodimus. Here, I have a quarantine cell ready. I'm utilizing a forceshield molded to the body, similar to Sentinel's, so should be fine. Breakaway, Mirage, and Skyblast are safely quarantined as well." As she talks, she moves up to Rodimus's other side, intending to help support him as well.
"I remember reading about this in our archives back home. But... the strains mentioned were never described as this aggressive."
"Also, Kup, I think you and I should have a talk with Mayday once the threat is over and done with."
OOC: posing of Skyblast with permission
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 18, 2011 20:45:45 GMT -5
Rodimus looks up at Botanica and attempts a smile. However, because he can't close his mouth, all he manages is to pull one corner up faintly.
//Yeah, I... know I've looked better.// He manages a faint nod when she explains that the others have been safely quarantined. //G-good. Wouldn't want... this to spread... Never heard of anything like this back home. There's Scraplets, but they're... different. //
Botanica offers her support just in time, as his right leg gives out entirely beneath him, with a sickening crunch that suggests that it's probably not holding onto the body too well anymore, either. He winces.
OOC: Permission granted to manhandle me as needed to get me into the cell and begin the treatment.
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