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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 30, 2007 9:22:42 GMT -5
"Nice of you to warn us," observes Emirate Xaaron. Someone more competitive might not have.
One might expect Emirate Xaaron to fall off the monkey bars when he sees the transmission. One would be wrong. Falling off the monkey bars would be counter-productive in a terrifying combat situation. Instead, he grips them all the more firmly, pausing, and if one were to check where he held, one would find dents neatly pressed into the metal to show how he held the bars.
Perhaps there is some anger, amidst that swallowing fear.
His voice is stark and bleak, but he declares, "Gentlemen, that is Unicron. I believe we know now where this world's sister planet went."
They do have a Prime and a Matrix, but the Prime is young, and the Matrix is corrupt. Will it be enough, should Unicron chose to return?
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Dec 30, 2007 16:20:54 GMT -5
Synapse is just about to grab that elusive bar again when the broadcast fills the sky. There's another miss and he's back to swinging on his original bar. His first look at the organic natives of this planet doesn't seem to be a happy or a peaceful one. They're leaking. Then the scene switches to space and there's a sharp intake of air as Synapse catches sight of a planetoid object making short work of another planet. That's when something clicks and Synapse remembers the wreckage he flew through not too long ago. So...that's what happened. All that Synapse catches of Emirate Xaaron's words is 'Unicron'.
He remains still in mute horror until the sound of a voice and a clang above him nudges his frozen processors into working again. Rattrap? The scout takes one look behind and catches sight of the little Maximal dangling precariously. A drop at a height of five or six meters wouldn't matter much for Synapse. He'd only have a two or three meters to go. Rattrap, on the other hand, has a longer way. Perhaps it's his turn to lend a hand? It's good to have something else to focus on.
Up Synapse twists, pulling his legs up and over his chest till they hook onto the bar between his hands. Then he pulls himself up until he's neatly perched on his bar. All while doing his best not to look at the scene looping above him. Synapse turns and reaches out to wrap his fingers around one of Rattrap's wrists before looking in askance. "If I may?"
Maximal permitting, Synapse pulls Rattrap back on top of the structure.
OOC: Grabbing of Rattrap done with player permission
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 1, 2008 18:48:33 GMT -5
"Thanks for dat newsflash, O Golden One," squawks Rattrap, hooking one ankle over the bar and shooting a highly displeased look Emirate Xaaron's way. "Got any more stunnin' headlines t' run by us?" Sure, Xaaron could've just been making an observation or trying to helpfully explain the video. But, well, it's pretty obvious that's video of Unicron.
And Rattrap could expound on that subject a little more, maybe, but there are fingers grasping one of his arms.
"Oh, be my guest!" he declares even as Synapse hoists him clear of his unhappy hangout. He's all too glad to have the crossbar under him again and sits for good measure. He'll get back up and finish the run next round, probably. Right now, he's weighing the odds. In this neck of the cosmic woods, there's still a Unicron running around. Well, that's just great. He's been through this particular system before. Even better. This freaky little crew has a Rodimus Prime, and one who apparently stopped a Unicron at some point in his native reality. That's reassuring. But of course there's some moral obligation to hunt down the planet-eating personification of chaos and destruction himself to stop him.
These odds stink.
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Airazor
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"Airazor, you have to let go," Tigatron said with a slight smirk.
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Post by Airazor on Jan 3, 2008 19:27:23 GMT -5
Airazor flies over from the target range, since stationary targets really aren't a challenge for her, and there's no one to man the disk-thrower. She notes that there's only three going through this course, and she happens to know all three.
Getting to the top of the bar set is easy when one has a built-in jet pack on their back. Too bad Rattrap, you're still the only one who's needed a boost up. "Mind if I join the party?" She walks the top of the bars to join the other three. No cheating from her!
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 3, 2008 22:04:32 GMT -5
Oh no, Rattrap did not just do that to Emirate Xaaron. That's just not right. No one snarks on Emirate Xaaron. Emirate Xaaron is the one who snarks when someone else points out the blindingly obvious.
It is on, Rattrap. Someday, sometime, when Rattrap least expects it, Emirate Xaaron will snark Rattrap, preferably in front of Botanica. Revenge is a dish best served with a side of veggies
He answers Airazor, "By all means, although I suspect you may have a natural advantage."
Emirate Xaaron then continues with the bars, looking to see what might be up next.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Jan 3, 2008 23:24:02 GMT -5
The horror in the sky gone now, Synapse relaxes a bit...but not by much.
Caught between being amused at Rattrap's sarcasm and being mortified at the disrespect to their leader, Synapse's expression struggles between a smile and tight line. So he avoids the issue altogether by just lowering himself back through the bars before preparing to finally move on. He does pause at Airazor's arrival though, giving her a smile. The words 'You are quite welcome,' don't manage to make their way past thinking point though. They sound quite silly to him.
Swing, swing, swing and Synapse is finally off to the next bar. He's a bit slower than before as he takes time to figure out the steadily widening distances. The end's not too far away.
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 5, 2008 22:25:45 GMT -5
Sorry, Xaaron, but no-one is above snarking. Not even – least of all, in fact – the leadership.
"The more the merrier," says the spy, glancing Airazor's way, "or so I hear." At least now he has company in the short department even if she's a flier. Rattrap wonders for a moment how things might've gone if he'd ended up a bird instead. Pfft. Knowing his luck, he'd have wound up with something useless. Like a penguin. (And now that he's decided that, somewhere there is an exciteable Maximal in a penguin suit looking to thrash him.)
Well, now he might as well get up and get moving. Getting back down without help is a fine thing to focus on as he stands and brushes himself off with both hands. His pace as he tracks along after Synapse is less of a jog than a brisk walk, but hey, it keeps him up with the scout. Who really is bogging himself down with that stop-and-go approach. To each their own, maybe, thinks Rattrap with a bit of a shrug to himself. He still has to get down, preferably on his own somehow, if he can. He could slide down, he supposes… no. Too risky. He could lose his grip. Could make an artificer back home cry and use his blaster as a brake. But would pulling it get him disqualified from the course?
"…Slaggin' everything too high off da ground," he mutters to himself even as he crouches and latches onto the bar with arms and thighs, digging in his heels for brakes. Okay, so no-one suffered Rattrap shimmying up a pole, but they get him shimmying back down. What a lucky bunch of Autobots.
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Airazor
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"Airazor, you have to let go," Tigatron said with a slight smirk.
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Post by Airazor on Jan 7, 2008 15:03:38 GMT -5
While Rattrap keeps pace with Synapse, Airazor matches hers to Xaaron's. It's not long before she reaches the end of the bars and hops down, using her jets to slow her fall. She looks up amusedly at Rattrap. "You could have asked for a lift down."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 8, 2008 21:09:33 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is not above snarking. He simply does not allow himself to become a target. Ever.
Instead of climbing back down when he reaches the other side, he simply drops, landing with knees bent to absorb the strain. He then takes off running... only to run into a patch of ground that's been covered by spinning discs.
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Post by Synapse on Jan 13, 2008 18:14:09 GMT -5
Once reaching the end, Synapse grabs onto one of the supporting poles (probably the pole opposite to the one Rattrap shimmies down) and slides down before dropping.
After Emirate Xaaron he runs until Synapse reaches the newest obstacle. No transforming and just flying over...another easy way to get around this might be, well, just to walk around it. But what about those times that one cannot just avoid it? Synapse peers at the discs. There might be enough room on the bottom for those small enough to crawl under, but he is too large to even attempt that."I shall try something," he murmurs, mostly to himself than anything.
Without any other words, Synapse jumps onto the closest one. He stabilizes himself before standing up and slowly orienting himself towards the direction that the disk is turning. Wait, wait, wait...once he reaches the right spot and is sure of himself, he jumps onto the next disc. Now to repeat the process until he makes it across. Synapse isn't very sure of how far this idea is going to get him. Already, he can feel his gyros protesting all this round-about motion. Round and round the minibot goes. Sounds more like a joke than anything.
If anyone has any better ideas...
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 13, 2008 20:43:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, well," grunts Rattrap as he skids down half a meter, then pauses to throw a critical look at Airazor. If he'd wanted a smart aleck niece-bot, he'd have asked Rhinox for one. Or maybe he did and that's why she's here now being cheeky. Fragging time-space buggery. "Ain't much of an obstacle course fer me if I get carried half da way." Because that makes him an obstacle instead. "Thanks anyway." Skid. Brake. Skid. Brake. Skiiiiid– Screeching halt. "Dat's gonna leave a mark…" he hisses to himself.
Rattrap just drops the last couple meters and rolls on landing so he's right back on his feet and moving for the turntables. Clearly, he shouldn't have thought about a fun house; someone went back in time and told Kup. Rattrap should hunt down Thought Police HQ and do creative things with their plumbing and plastic explosive.
"See ya onna other side," he tells Airazor before ducking under the disks and promptly hitting the dirt to avoid a crossbeam headed for his head. He watches the gears and parts driving the disks work for a few nano-kliks while he lies there; if he gets the timing right, this might even look not too shabby. Not that anyone's down here to see it, unless Airazor just happens to join him. Always the low road for Rattrap, he muses as he pushes to his feet. Unless he's going in through the ventilation ducts, which is more dodging plasma bolts than leapfrogging swinging steel beams.
Y'know, he can think of better ways to barhop.
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Airazor
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Post by Airazor on Jan 15, 2008 21:15:07 GMT -5
Airazor could join Rattrap under the disks, but crawling around in the dirt isn't really her thing. Instead she flies above the first disc and drops onto it. The size difference is enough that she can walk on the disc, going faster than it's turning to move closer to the next one. Once she's close enough she jumps to the next disk and starts the process again.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 16, 2008 20:50:01 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron considers the spinning discs, and he observes, "It's a physics problem. The edges rotate faster than the centres."
He takes a step back, and he jumps, landing roughly in the centre of a disc. He quickly scoots to the middle, where it doesn't rotate as quickly as the edges. As soon as he has his bearings again, he makes a leap for the next disc. He keeps up this pattern of jumping, adjusting, and jumping again. This is probably not the fastest way to go through, but Emirate Xaaron isn't getting too dizzy, either.
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Post by Synapse on Jan 16, 2008 22:02:47 GMT -5
"A physics problem?" Synapse glances back at Xaaron. There's a brief wobble as the scout looses temporary balance at the sudden change in orientation, but he quickly catches himself. So in the center lies the key?
Carefully, Synapse edges his way to the center of a disc. Ah yes, this is much easier to handle and his gyros are no longer protesting and initiating warning messages through his vision. So he follows Emirate Xaaron's example of leaping from disk to disk, placing himself in the center each time before leaping. It takes a bit, but a smile quirks on Synapse's lips as he gets the hang of this part of the course. He even indulges himself in a playful whirl around one of the disks before moving on.
It's near towards the end of this field of rotating discs that Synapse throws himself flat onto the surface of one. Something--two somethings go flying past where he once stood. What?
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 17, 2008 2:39:38 GMT -5
Now, see, Rattrap has no idea exactly what's happening up top. He's busy making his way through the works below, crawling, hopping, climbing, ducking and swinging – it's been a while since he got a workout quite like this, but it's turning into a grand little jungle gym for the spy; all it needs are some electro-nets and anti-friction fluid to really make it fun – and he can hear the loud clunks and thumps of larger mechanoids landing on the disks over his head. Sounds like somebody's figured out a creative way to get around.
A much louder slam pretty much right over his head sends Rattrap to the dirt.
"Hey!" he squawks, rolling onto his back. "What da heck's goin' on up there?!"
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