Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Feb 7, 2008 18:49:34 GMT -5
As it so happens, Fleetwind did get Blackarachnia's frequency during the game. He radios Scourge with the frequency, adding a respectful, 'Sir,' then falls silent and goes back to being this scene's GBS.
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Frenzy
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Emperor of Profaningshire
Fscking Bigjobs
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 7, 2008 18:59:45 GMT -5
Privately, Frenzy wonders what would happen if he pulled out the pack of fortune-telling cards he nicked in Centaurus and struck up a game of poker. Might be amusing for all of five minutes, but he didn't need the reputation for being unprofessional.
So instead he remains shockingly quiet on his box.
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Barricade
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Knight of the Spastic Sword
Trust Me
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Post by Barricade on Feb 12, 2008 21:17:08 GMT -5
Barricade cannot help but wonder how many of the mechs they are still waiting for are hiding out here already, watching them and waiting. Reality reasserts itself after a moment of idle speculation, though. To hide from one set of wary optics? Feasible. But four, and one of those sets already doubled, to say nothing of whatever paranoia the others may harbor?
Barricade's concession to "professionalism" is to not voice the sigh of boredom rising in his vocal processor as he leans back against a support post to wait. He'd rather be in the sim room breaking something than waiting here.
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Thrust
Cadet
Party time
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Post by Thrust on Feb 12, 2008 22:51:06 GMT -5
Thrust snaps out from thinking about the ridiculous situation they are in at the sound of his radio being filled with an unhappy Scourge. He merely responds with a // acknowledged // then starts to head down towards the warehouse. If he’s trapped here, might as well not anger the guy directly in charge of him too much.
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Eye-fire
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In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Feb 13, 2008 6:08:53 GMT -5
Eye-Fire has been looking at the window n front of him. He's been wondering how best to get in without any them noticing.
He's come to the conclusion that it's ultimately unimportant, as if this where a real mission, he wouldn't even bother trying to get this close to a potential target.
With that, he fires a low powered blast into the window, it sounds more like a wump as something hits the window than anything, and proceeds to push his way through the cracked glass, resulting in some small scratchs and glass all over the floor.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Feb 13, 2008 20:26:54 GMT -5
Blackarachnia could have been clever and snuck up on Scourge and the others. But given that Scourge was expecting her, and that presumably several others would have tried the same thing by now.
She slinks into the main area in robot mode. "Sorry if I'm late." She doesn't qualify her absence any further beyond that.
Blackarachnia's turns her gaze to those she calls her team-mates. Ugh, that blasted motorcycle, her former Capture the Flag teammates.. and something small, silver and fierce that wouldn't look out-of-place on a workbench in Tarantulas' lab. Blackarachnia is bemused that she's not the smallest person on the team, but keeps that comment to herself. After all, she knows what she's capable of doing if someone pointed out her height deficiency to her.
As for her leader, Blackarachnia doesn't know anything about him, besides his obvious resemblance to someone from her ancient history. "Scourge." She says, as means of greeting.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 15, 2008 11:04:13 GMT -5
Okay, now that's interesting. Fleetwind investigated and found the unlocked door but apparently felt safe enough to use it. Barricade and Frenzy either didn't find the door or didn't feel it safe enough, so they snuck in on their own. Eye-fire looked around and decided to come in like a badass. Blackarachnia and Thrust had to be reminded.
Scourge waves a hand with a little irritation and announces, some sarcasm tainting his crisp, clear tones, "Thrust is en route. Now if only he would get here. I begin to think that perhaps I should remand him - and Blackarachnia," 'sorry' doesn't cut it, miss, "to the instruction of someone who can read directions." Scourge glances pointedly over at Frenzy, on his box, and then to Barricade.
Scourge kind of doubts that Fleetwind can put the fear of Sigma in someone, and he could be wrong there, but the pair of infiltrators seems a more natural choice for re-education efforts.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Feb 15, 2008 11:10:44 GMT -5
Fleetwind is, indeed, not likely to put the fear of sigma in anyone.
He's also skippabe for now.
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Frenzy
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Fscking Bigjobs
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 16, 2008 14:21:15 GMT -5
Frenzy snickers quietly at the suggestion that Blackarachnia be remanded to him and Barricade. Then, once Scourge is no longer looking directly at him or Barricade, he uses the lower pair of hands on each arm to make some rather lewd suggestions of what he could do with her.
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Barricade
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Knight of the Spastic Sword
Trust Me
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Post by Barricade on Feb 16, 2008 18:31:09 GMT -5
Other than a grave nod toward Scourge, Barricade's expression doesn't so much as flicker, even as Frenzy snaps off a few... choice gestures. Even so, there's an edge of vicious glee that seems to hum through his form as he waits patiently.
Maybe now, he'll finally get to rip someone's arm off and work some tension out. Wouldn't that be lovely.
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Thrust
Cadet
Party time
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Post by Thrust on Feb 19, 2008 1:56:46 GMT -5
There’s a rattle at one of the locked doors, followed by the sound of a controlled energy blast taking out the lock and Thrust entering the meeting room. He quickly pans over his new teammates, and while his eyes narrow at the site of Blackarachnia and the idea that he will be working with here, they noticeably widen when he gets his first proper look at Scourge.
With a clearly amused tone Thrust snaps off a “Reporting, Sir”, likely strengthening Scourge’s first impression of him and the probability of being placed on report. At this rate Barricade is going to get his stress reliever.
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Eye-fire
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In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Feb 19, 2008 2:30:37 GMT -5
Eye-Fire, now fully within the confines of the warehouse, anyone who may have noticed the small (By transformer standards) Sniper rifle float in may be surprised at the extent to which he grows when he changes size.
He transforms, standing to one side of the warehouse with his arms crossed behind his back. To those not familiar with his height, its like a black pillar with a single, gleaming eye rising out of the darkness. He stands taller than Scourge, but thiner and less muscular.
He moves his head to look around at the assorted mechs. He knows most of them,at least fleetingly, but some of them, namely the small, spiky one and the larger mech near it.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
Rookie
She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Feb 19, 2008 16:06:34 GMT -5
Blackarachnia refrains from frowning, and instead bows her head. "...Of course, Scourge. Won't happen again." Jerk.
She looks at Frenzy and his suggestive gestures. Oh, you'd like to do that would you? Well, maybe if Blackarachnia thinks you have a chance, she can get something out of you. She offers a small, playful grin back at Frenzy.
Of course, then Thrust shows up, and the notion of having to carry out punishment with him enters her head, and any smile that was on her face is well and truly gone.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 19, 2008 21:14:35 GMT -5
They can be amused at Scourge's looks at the live long day, as long as they do what they're told. Scourge intends to clarify his looks to them shortly, anyway. Scourge grunts and nods in response to Thrust.
The sniper rifle's size change is odd to Scourge. It's interesting that such technology can exist. It also means that Scourge could stuff Eye-fire in his cab if he ever needed to.
At last, all of his troops on this mudball, so pathetic that even the natives left, have been assembled. One of those troops was assembled rather prior than anyone would have expected, however. Speaking to still air, Scourge snaps his fingers and suggests, casually, "Chaos, why don't you introduce yourself to the crew?"
What, they weren't expecting a surprise or two of Scourge?
He adds, "In fact, go around, and everyone say a few words about him or herself." The words not said will be as telling as the words spoken. "We'll finish up with me."
OOC: Please give Chaos a chance to pose in.
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Post by Chaos on Feb 20, 2008 13:11:05 GMT -5
"Of course, my liege."
The response seems to come out thin air, right beside's Scourge's own position. Slowly, beneath a matrix of code, a reptilian transmetal reveals himself to the others. He appears nonchalantly and with his arms crossed. As he gives the room another once over, his laser-pointed visor sweeps a short radius around him. Could this ragtag alliance prove to be successful?
"Chaos, Predacon bodyguard and covert ops specialist."
At this point, Chaos seems to bow, but instead, his carapace shifts around him until he is left crawling on the floor as a metallic multi-colored chameleon. As he lands, he still appears mid-bow, allowing his optics to dart around in independent directions, ever wary of the others. They've all made impressive entrances, showing their usefulness in different ways. Now if only Chaos could think of something that wasn't as corny as...
"I enjoy romantic candlelight stabbing, robbing bots blind by the sunset, and short firefights by the beach."
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