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Post by Kup on Aug 12, 2008 21:09:03 GMT -5
Kup frowns, his brow ridges drawing together. He studies Springer, searching for recognition as he speaks. "Rodimus. Rodimus Prime?"
Springer shook his head faintly. "Not a name I've ever head before."
"All right. You got a Hot Rod?"
"Yeah..."
"Well him," Kup explains. "Only Primed."
OOC: Springer poses worked out with player through IM.
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Post by Springer on Aug 12, 2008 21:18:20 GMT -5
Springer falls slack-jawed at this.
"You...you're slaggin' kidding me. That kooky, thrill-seeker that's always runnin' off half-cocked became a Prime?!" He straightens up, crossing his arms with a snort. "Next thing you know, me an' the Wreckers will be part of High Command..."
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Post by Kup on Aug 12, 2008 21:34:52 GMT -5
Kup sighs and shakes his head. "So you missed the bit earlier when I said 'practically part of his command cadre,' huh? But yeah. He became a Prime, and a damned good one at that," here, Kup's voice swells with pride before he allows, "despite a few growing pains. That's my universe, at least, but it apparently happens in at least one other, because the one we've got here isn't mine."
"That, by the way, is something else you've gotta be aware of. Rodimus Prime, one from some sort of alternate future of Emirate Xaaron's, is second in command here. Below him is me, running general forces and security, Goldbug - he's an alternate reality Bumblebee - in Communications-Intelligence, and a kid name Wedge in charge of the technical stuff. He's out on a mission, though, so Botanica - one of those Maximals I told you about - is taking over for him. That's our command structure."
"You'll notice that Optimus Prime isn't anywhere in it. That's because the Optimus Prime we've got is... well, he's a kid. Not just young, though. Inexperienced, too. He's a civilian, never been in charge of anything bigger than a spacebridge maintenance crew, and before he got here he'd only ever encountered one Decepticon."
"Which is why I'm pretty sure he's probably pretty different from yours."
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Post by Springer on Aug 12, 2008 22:48:47 GMT -5
Springer doesn't visibly react so much this time to news of a rookie Prime. "I'd make another comment about this place getting crazier and crazier, but at this point it'll just be a glitched soundbite*."
"Command structure seems sound, I suppose. Must be an older 'Bee to be in charge of the intel. Never heard of a Wedge, though."
A huff. "Yeah, that's pretty different. Greenhorn Optimus..." He chuckles. "Back home, that'd be your territory. You trained him there. And me. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Hot Rod, and countless other Autobots."
A moment, and he looks back over. "Any other questions?"
---------- *Best Cybertronian equivalent I could think of for 'broken record'.
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Post by Kup on Aug 13, 2008 7:00:54 GMT -5
Kup grins faintly. "Oh, I fully intend to, erm, help guide him through the rough spots here, too. I got no small amount of experience in training the freshpaints myself, though I can't say I've had a direct hand in training everyone you just listed." He shrugs. "We'll get it taken care of."
Then he smirks faintly. "Seems like I've more been explaining things than anything else." He stands up and shuffles the metal sheet into subspace. "But I think we can start heading back. I might have a few more for you later."
OOC: Some of the 'gritty detail' questions that usually get done off-screen can be assumed to be covered during the walk back, before the encounter with Arcee, if Springer's player is all right with that.
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Post by Springer on Aug 13, 2008 14:22:05 GMT -5
Springer chuckles at the training comments, then nods as Kup stands. "Alright then." He then offers a handshake to the elder. "Appreciate the briefing, sir."
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Post by Kup on Aug 13, 2008 14:59:31 GMT -5
Kup returns Springer's handshake, grip firm, and smiles faintly. "Well, you know, before I got here, I thought I had pretty much seen it all. This place not only seems bound and determined to prove me wrong, but to show what's left that I haven't seen to me all at once." He reaches up and rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "We're lucky if we can keep a briefing brief."
"Anyway, let's start heading back," he adds, as he begins walking back towards base.
OOC: Aaaaand fade-out.
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