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Post by Hook on May 6, 2008 13:45:00 GMT -5
Takes place in Days 6-8 of the DZ-3 plot. After the Jabberwocky thread.
The Decepticon Engineering bay gleams. Not only does it gleam, everything is neatly in its place, laid out and arranged in manners that are most convenient to Hook. Including other people's work stations.
At the moment, Hook leans over a datapad, working on plans for the lifter modifications that Needlenose has requested. The plans will have to go back to Needlenose for further modification, of course, because even an addition by someone of his caliber would look like a crude hackjob next to the artistry of Needlenose's circuits.
A bit of a dreamy smile settles on his face. Oh yes, such lovely circuits...
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Post by Mixmaster on May 6, 2008 14:06:51 GMT -5
Mixmaster is paying little attention to his surroundings as he heads towards where he was told Hook would be, humming at the top of his vocalizer all the while something that can only vaguely be described as a 'tune'. Head of Engineering, eh? What a great accomplishment for his beloved gestalt-mate! He'd have to be sure to properly congratulate him later. He was sure he had just the thing for it, too...
Seeing as Mixmaster has only just recently arrived and hasn't yet experianced for himself what a long seperation can do to a gestalt components head he doesn't even consider Hook not expecting him.
This is why he says nothing as he enters the bay, humming all the way.
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Post by Hook on May 6, 2008 16:24:36 GMT -5
There is... humming. Very familiar humming.
There is, in fact, when he turns his head, a cement mixer. A very familiar cement mixer with a black nose-guard and a mixing drum on his back that usually made it difficult for him to get up once he's been knocked down.
There is a clatter as Hook's stool gets knocked aside. This might be familiar to someone who has worked with Hook before.
There is a tackle at about Mixmaster's mid-section and very possessive growling.
This is not at all familiar.
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Hookpounce done with player permission.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 6, 2008 17:04:47 GMT -5
Mixmaster's grin widens when Hook stands up. It doesn't have time to disappear when said Hook collides with his mid-section and sends them both over with a crash.
The humming is cut off with a startled screech as Mixmaster's drum collides with the ground and rolls him onto his side.
"H-Hey!" Mixmaster shoves at the nearest bits of gestalt-mate he can reach in an effort to untangle himself.
Normally he wouldn't mind being tackled by gestalt. If one wanted to retain ones sanity one had to learn to tolerate touching. And normally the one who made it necessary to tolerate said touching was himself, but...
"Hook-k let go-let go!" Being so much as touched by Hook outside of repairs without first being thoroughly checked over for dirt or chemicals or fragile things being held in his hands just wasn't heard of.
This meant one of two things. Hook was glitching (was that growling?), or Hook was glitching. Neither of which was very good for poor Mixmaster.
"OFF! Off-off-off-off!"
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Shoving and prodding done with permission
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Post by Hook on May 6, 2008 17:11:32 GMT -5
Hook tightens his grip on his gestalt-mate and ignores the flailing. He has Mixmaster! He has a gestalt-mate, and he is not letting go and you can't make him!
What this translates to out loud is: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! You aren't going away and leaving me with these wretched fools, and Omega Supreme, and Shockwave, I'm going to kill him, suck out his fluids and make art from his struts-!"
Yep. Hook is glitching.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 6, 2008 17:53:43 GMT -5
The outburst momentarily stills Mixmaster's flailing.
"O-Omega's here-here?" The stuttering is beginning to ease out of Mixmaster's voice as he cocks his head at an awkward angle to peer at Hook. His hand goes from shoving at Hook to resting lightly on his gestalt-mates plating.
"Shockwave? What-t does Shockwave have to- his fluids? Don't do that, they're probably contaminated...I thought it was Scrapper who used parts for his art?"
Mixmaster blinks, confused, before dropping it and squirming a little to try and loosen the denting grip Hook has around his middle. He's still startled, yes, but calming in his gestalt-mates grasp. He even has to admit that Hook saying aloud he needs one of them is enough to pull soft, hardly noticeable croons from his vocalizer.
Glitching or not, it's so rare he gets to just touch with this one.
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Post by Hook on May 6, 2008 19:16:27 GMT -5
"Yes. Omega Supreme has also been pulled to this planet. Mind you, he's currently on the other side of the continent, but that's only because he doesn't know where we are." And Hook is going to keep it that way, thank you.
Hook is also wrong, but he doesn't need to be told that. Really.
"And there is the matter of Long Haul..." His grip tightens on Mixmaster, and he twists his head to the side, cheek resting on his gestalt-mate's chest. "We are going to have to fix him."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 6, 2008 22:57:49 GMT -5
The purring of Mixmaster’s vocalizer becomes strained as Hook turns to look him in the face while tightening his grip. Again.
“Long Haul needs fixing?” Mixmaster scoffs with a tired, but teasingly serious quality in his voice. He twists slightly in an effort to make himself comfortable before, almost unwillingly, he relaxes. Hook is familiar and warm, while the ground is cold, and the combination hits Mixmaster like Astrotrain on a rampage; causing his optics to dim. There hadn’t been a chance for a proper recharge after that mess with Omega, and Mixmaster was suddenly very tired.
Then, the entirety of Hook’s words hits him and he’s alert again, jerking his head back and brightening his optics.
“Long Haul’s h-here?” Mixmaster’s ecstatic grin falters and fades, “he's not hurt, Hook, yes? He's whole, right-right?"
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Post by Hook on May 6, 2008 23:25:50 GMT -5
"He's from before Crystal City."
Hook struggles not to tighten his grip yet again as the full weight of that hangs off his crane-boom. Mixmaster wouldn't appreciate finger-dents in his armor. At least not from this.
"You remember what that means, don't you?"
And let's not go blabbing highly-classified material out loud in unsecure areas, shall we? The last thing Hook needs is people looking at him funny for the fact that he's a reprogrammed Autobot.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 7, 2008 9:43:52 GMT -5
The worried/ecstatic look on Mixmaster's face falls away to leave a blankly shocked stare.
Before Crystal City...
Long Haul?
Mixmaster's optics flare and he tilts his head to the side to better look at Hook, there is shock in the chemist's gaze, but also a surprising lack of worry.
"Remember how we were?" Mixmaster says and snickers, "all of us were so ignorant. Long Haul is just a child right now, he is."
"We will fix him, yes," the words are said with a conviction that is hard to match, and a grin spreads across Mixmaster's face. "He's still ours, from before or after it doesn't matter."
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Post by Hook on May 7, 2008 14:05:36 GMT -5
Hook nods, cheek rubbing against Mixmaster's chest. "I don't think he has ever been part of Devastator yet. We will have to fix that."
Because it is inconceivable to Hook that Long Haul could walk away from the other Constructicons after being part of Devastator.
"How much have you been briefed on? Have they told you of the upcoming assault?" He eases up on Mixmaster, relaxing as it becomes apparent that the cement-mixer isn't going to disappear in a puff of colored smoke. "We are going to smash the Autobot base into dust. In the confusion and destruction, it would be so easy for them to misplace one lone dump truck..."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 7, 2008 17:10:47 GMT -5
"Hmm?"
Mixmaster looks back at Hook from where he's become distracted by the shiny surfaces all around the room. Hook's work, definitely. He'd recognize that perfect-down-to-the-last-millimeter layout anywhere.
"Something was mentioned, I think so," he says which, in Mixmaster speech, means 'Yes, Hook, they told me about it in processor-numbing detail but I stopped listening about the third word in.'
Mentioning Long Haul causes Mixmaster to giggle."It would, it would!" He laughs, then quiets, "at least, it would be for them, we would never lose him, we wouldn't."
Mixmaster succumbs to the warmth and squirms a bit, wanting to curl around/against Hook. "It's going to be interesting then, right?"
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Post by Hook on May 7, 2008 20:16:44 GMT -5
Oh, look, Mixmaster has been Not Listening to people. Of course, if he remembers how that goes, asking Mixmaster to repeat back word-for-word will actually get you the correct words in the correct order. And possibly a chemical spit to the face.
He shifts closer to his oh-so warm and familiar gestalt-mate, legs curling up to tangle with Mixmaster's.
"I want a drug, Mixmaster. Something to make him pliant and agreeable. You are still capable of doing that, aren't you?"
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Post by Mixmaster on May 7, 2008 21:09:37 GMT -5
Hook knows his gestalt mates too well. It's a double edged sword, combining; no matter how hard you try and hide information, they will always find out who spilled the energon all over the berths last week...
Of course, spitting mildly acidic liquid in someones face isn't all that easy to forget, either.
Mixmaster gleefully curls tighter around the snuggling Hook, determined to enjoy the rare touch-fest until it's inevitable end.
"A drug? Too easy, too easy." However, making one without any nasty side-effects might prove to be a bit of a challenge, still very doable, but a little more interesting. "Do you know who I might be able to test it on? I wouldn't want to find out about an ill side-effect after giving it to Long Haul, no."
It's not that he thinks one of his creations would be faulty, but it's better to be safe than suffer Hook's wrath. Particularly a glitching Hook's wrath.
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Post by Hook on May 7, 2008 22:14:17 GMT -5
Knowing one's gestalt-mates is virtually impossible to avoid, when one gets right down to it. Fortunately, Hook hasn't ever tried at all.
"If body-type and fitness don't matter, you can use Starfighter. He's one of the Engineering staff. Malfunctioning lasercore, though."
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