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Post by Springer on Jan 22, 2011 18:20:17 GMT -5
OOC: Private thread.
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Springer is heading off for the engine rooms instead of the bridge. Which is suspicious.
He's also talking to himself.
"He's had his head jerked around with by Shockwave? That can't be right... He wouldn't do that, would he?" Springer shakes his head. "I know he had an odd fascination with the big lug, but ...no, he couldn't. That's gotta be some kind of rebel propaganda..."
He cocks his pistol.
"At least, I hope so..."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 22, 2011 18:30:17 GMT -5
Impactor should be heading towards the bridge. In fact, he had been until he caught a glimpse of familiar green heading in an entirely different direction. Normally, Impactor would just have assumed that the other Wrecker was working under orders, but Impactor has a bad feeling after Xaaron's radio message, especially considering Springer's behavior when they were out drinking. It had been as if Springer couldn't keep straight what reality he was from!
He changes direction, moving to catch up with the other robot, closing the distance just in time to catch part of Springer's self-discussion. His optics open wide and, caught utterly off guard, sputters, "'Rebel propaganda'?!"
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Post by Springer on Jan 22, 2011 23:47:11 GMT -5
Springer skids to a halt, and turns around.
Well, scrap.
"Ah, nothing - just talking to myself." Springer waves a hand, trying to brush it off. "Why are you heading this way, anyway?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 23, 2011 13:32:22 GMT -5
"Nothing? Like the way you seem to keep losing track of which leaking reality you're from? That kind of nothing?" Impactor growls out, optics narrowed, hand clenched into a fist.
"I'm heading this way because I saw you heading this way, and I figured if Springer is heading away from the action, it must be important, boss," he answers, tone heavy with challenge.
Impactor demands an explanation for this pig iron!
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Post by Springer on Jan 23, 2011 14:44:01 GMT -5
Springer gives Impactor an indignant look. "Are you seriously bringing that up again now? I was drunk, and hearing about all these other Springers people have, a couple wires got crossed! Big glitchin' deal!" Then he motions down the hall. "I'm going to protect the engines! I wouldn't put it past the 'Cons to go after them since they're attacking - that's what Xaaron would have us do if we were to attack Ship! Is that a problem, or do I have to explain it more to sate your rot-addled brain module?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 23, 2011 18:48:34 GMT -5
"Then you need back-up, rotor-brain," Impactor snaps, moving down the hall alongside Springer. He's actually being genuine here, even if it's said in a rough manner. Of course, it also means that if Springer does have to act against the Autobots, Impactor's in a position to see him.
It also means that if Springer needs to take Impactor out for some reason, no one else is in a position to see that.
"So were you drunk in that meeting? 'Cos I'm hearing you got a bit confused there, too. Xaaron might not have been in a position to know it happened before, but I am."
There's a pattern, and so far Impactor's the only one who's noticed it. Too bad Impactor just let the wrong person know.
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Post by Springer on Jan 23, 2011 19:07:20 GMT -5
"I guess I do," Springer answers, looking a bit more relaxed. He's rather on-edge, though - thankfully, that little seduction chip helps one's poker face a bit.
"I..." There's some options to consider here. He can lash out like he was initially thinking of doing. That's generally what he would do when someone starts to bust his chops. However...
"I wasn't drunk, but there's been something going on the past several days - I can't quite put my servo on it. Bad time, I know, but I need some kind of help," he says, putting the hand on the side next to Impactor on his own head, wearing a rather familiar distraught-looking face.
Let's see if those stories Xaaron told about Impactor's sentimentality are true...
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 23, 2011 19:25:43 GMT -5
If Impactor were to ever find out that Emirate Xaaron's going around telling people he's sentimental, heads are going to roll.
(Probably Xaaron's.)
But the fact is, Springer is the alternate version of someone Impactor trusts. Trusts enough to have left the Triplechanger responsible for Impactor's greatest legacy. Springer's recent behavior may be suspicious, but Impactor wants Springer to be innocent, the problem to be something easily fixed. And so, when the current Wrecker commander asks for Impactor's help, the automatic response of the former Wrecker commander is to give a faint nod, frowning faintly in concern.
"Yeah, got it. But until we've figured out what's been going on with you, we can't have you running loose, Decepticon attack or no. Especially in a Decepticon attack. Let's get you down to medical," he starts to turn towards the sickbay, guard now far lower than it should be...
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Post by Springer on Jan 24, 2011 18:47:04 GMT -5
Springer just grins after Impactor walks past him. "Yes, let's go to medical..." Because you'll need it more than I do in a moment.
He then sets to following Impactor for a few steps, then a large grey foot plants itself into Impactor's back, knocking him forward and down.
"Man, you really are a sap compared to the Impactor I know. At least, the Impactor I'm programmed to remember..." Springer leers down at Impactor, pointing his pistol at the tankformer.
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OOC: Punting Impactor done with player permission.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 24, 2011 22:43:08 GMT -5
Stupid. Stupid! To have let his guard down just because Springer's the alternate version of someone he trusts...
...And is trusted by Emirate Xaaron enough to have been asked to form a new Wrecker team. And, by all accounts, has been completely reliable and dependable since arriving in this reality... longer ago than his own Springer had been alive at the time of his death.
No. Impactor wasn't stupid to trust Springer. He had every reason to. And Springer betrayed him, anyway.
Impactor, taken off guard, hits the ground hard after the foot impacts his back. He rolls instinctively, and normally it would be little more than a minor setback. However, his parts don't sit right anymore, the connections don't hold as tight. If he had been more recently out of medical, that wouldn't be a problem, but now? Now, the kick and the fall lodge a connection in his right arm loose, and already, before the fight's even begun, he's lost the use of his harpoon.
"What in the Pit are you talking about?!" he demands, kicking up towards Springer's gun and, if he can, beyond, towards Springer's chest. Springer may be able to get the shot off before the foot lands, but Impactor's willing to take that risk. "Your circuits get reverse-wired?"
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Post by Springer on Jan 27, 2011 1:32:09 GMT -5
Despite having his combat skills restored, he wasn't expecting the kick - or for it to have so much force behind it. He's relieved of his pistol, and stumbles back from the kick to the chest. His Autobot symbol is now scuffed - how fitting.
"Not so bad for a half-dead bucket of bolts that's falling apart," Springer says, regaining his balance. He straightens up. "My circuits are just fine, Impactor," he answers with a smirk. "It's you rebels that have your circuits crossed!"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 27, 2011 16:49:02 GMT -5
"Rebels?! So you're a slotting Decepticon now?" Impactor roars, rocking back so he can spring to his feet. "Springer, listen to yourself! Someone's gotten in and screwed with your head!" He leaps for the Wrecker, good arm outstretched to try to knock him to the floor.
Could they have been wrong the whole time? Could this Springer have always been a turn coat? But no... he's been in this reality for so long. Those other Wreckers knew him. Something's got him twisted all around, and Impactor owes it to the Springer he knew to get him untwisted.
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Post by Springer on Jan 27, 2011 17:11:41 GMT -5
Springer catches that hit, and goes tumbling back onto the ground. His cheek is dented, and the vent on that side of his head is caved in.
Screwed with his head... That can't be right. Just like Perceptor couldn't be right about Magnus. Shockwave wouldn't do that, would he?
No time to dwell on that, now, though. Gotta get this zombie disabled.
"Aw, does this mean we're not friends anymore?" Springer leers as he asks the question, then aims his arm-mounted guns at Impactor's legs and opens fire.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 27, 2011 23:16:02 GMT -5
The blast hits Impactor's leg - since he's attempting to pin Springer down, there's not much room to dodge. He doesn't seem to react, but then he doesn't feel that much these days, and that includes pain. The way his leg goes limp, however, suggests that it may have been rendered inoperative.
Still, this doesn't stop him.
He tries to hold Springer down with his one good leg and lifts his good arm to attempt to slam his fist into the Wrecker Commander. "Sure, we're still friends!" he yells. "And I just happen to be the kind of friend who tries to pound some sense into a friend when he's slipped a processor cycle!"
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Post by Springer on Jan 30, 2011 14:17:18 GMT -5
And that fist gets Springer right in the head, rattling him good. His head jostles around for a few seconds and goes limp. Optics dim for a moment, then light back up. Springer looks confused, disoriented as he looks up at the purple 'bot.
"...Impactor? What...what happened?"
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