Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 6, 2008 14:49:33 GMT -5
Wedge can't make any sense of Screwdriver's singing over the radio, but it seems at least one person's having fun in all this.
"C'mon Gizmo we gotta catch u---" Wedge's shout comes to an abrupt halt at the sound of a dull rumble and clatter as the junk ball disintegrates. Worry doesn't catch up with the Buildbot even as a backwash of scrap and junk washes towards him until he realizes that Swerve is no longer in view. "Swerve!"
The crest of parts that crashes into (or Wedge crashes into--his chase doesn't stop) topples the Buildbot over, earning a yelp and a growl as corners and odd parts scrape and bang against his limbs and chassis. It takes more than a few moments of upwards digging, struggling and swimming before Wedge pops above the surface of junk looking worse for wear. 'Guess being slower comes in handy some of the times...' This only works if the if case is being slower means getting covered with a thinner layer of debris.
//Swerve! Sideburn! Gizmo! You guys alright? Where are you?// Wedge calls over the radio, worry showing plainly in his voice and expression as he pulls the rest of himself on top of the junk layer. At this moment, the Buildbot's attention is no longer on Screwdriver and her bird, but on the state and health of his teammates.
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Screwdriver
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The Lady Protector, Her Splendid Primacy, Grand Duchess Screwdriver. The Devout Silencer of Common Sense and Logic
"And *I'll* live happily ever after..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Oct 6, 2008 18:40:52 GMT -5
The test is done, Screwdriver's had her fun, and now it's time to sail into the sun.
//Fare the well, fair knights!// Screwdriver calls out over the radio as she nudges her bird, directing it to fly away.
OOC: Out of thread. If you do enough digging in the junk pile, you can find the small rubber-ball sized object that started it all.
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Oct 6, 2008 18:52:05 GMT -5
Gizmo's been going just fast enough to keep pace with Wedge... until he sees the wave of junk heading their way. With a yelp he starts to bolt, then thinks better of it and tries climbing up the side of a nearby building. He slips a few times, shattering windows and ripping off pieces of siding, but he manages to stay above the mess and avoid getting buried in trash.
Once it appears things have settled -- and once Wedge pops out of the mess, to his immense relief -- he makes his way back down. "I'm okay," he replies. "I think the others got buried though." Brilliant observation, Captain Obvious...
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Post by Swerve on Oct 6, 2008 20:57:40 GMT -5
It's a corner of something – something worn but jagged and, after that shift of material in all his kicking to get free, off Swerve's legs but crushing his ventral plate. It feels like it's crushing him. It hurts. It hurts to move and feel corners digging into the plate, it hurts to feel that weight stressing the couplings.
"Get offa me!" he howls in a dizzying mix of wrath, pain, and growing fear as he tries to get leverage and shove away whatever's pinning him. A local vehicle, probably, smashed up after getting dragged into the junk ball, but that isn't the problem. Where it's jamming into him is. "Get this worthless fraggin' piece o' junk off me!" Anybody – Swerve himself, one of the others, Primus, whoever so long as this gets moved before it does real damage. The plate only offers so much protection to his primary coolant pump and that… he can't let that take a serious hit.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 8, 2008 0:15:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, the others got buried...or at least we know Swerve is," huffs Wedge and he scrambles and slips over the shifting pile. "We gotta find Swerve quick, he doesn't sound--" The racer's yell breaking through the air snaps Wedge's attention and direction in the right way. "He doesn't sound too good at all." The Buildbot's movements somehow quicken as he races to get to Swerve's point.
"We're coming!" This announcement and reassurance is broadcasted out loud and over the radio waves.
Wedge's movements get slower and more deliberate as he approaches the area where Swerve might be. There's no way that he'd want to accidentally step too close to a shaky area that the racer's pinned under. But---there! Wedge bends over and begins hurling pieces of scrap and odd ends as far as he can, every part of his instinct blaring at him to take care of his team. The big pieces go first with a trying grunt as each one gets hefted away (smaller ones can be taken care of later).
"Don't worry, we have you. Just hold on."
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Oct 8, 2008 22:32:06 GMT -5
Gizmo hurries to Wedge's side and helps with the digging out, tossing aside chunks of garbage (but making sure he's not hitting Wedge at the same time). All the while he hopes that Swerve's okay -- despite the Velocitronian's gruff demeanor he does like the guy, and he wouldn't wish any harm on anyone on the Autobot side.
Now a 'Con, that's another matter... but that's beside the point, and it's not a 'Con under all this rubble.
"Hey... uh... Swerve? Keep talking, okay? It'll help us pinpoint your location better." And assure Gizmo that he's still okay enough to vocalize.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 10, 2008 19:45:11 GMT -5
Every push, every shift of weight lights a fresh burst of pain in Swerve's midsection, but he keeps right on shoving even after he's been uncovered enough to glare up, upside-down, at Gizmo and Wedge, his hands locked onto the bumper of the vehicle pinning him down. It's bigger than he is in racer mode, something that resembles a large van. Not that Swerve much cares. It's on his ventral plate and that's all that matters.
"Off!" he growls desperately, trying again to free himself. Even trying to remove the blasted thing hurts. It's enough to set his oil boiling.
…He does feel warmer than usual. His display already reads an increase of 2.5 degrees, in fact. And climbing.
"Get – get it off me!" he snarls, optics wide and fearful, as he gasps down air and heaves, hard. The battered vehicle groans and rattles, and smaller bits of junk scatter to either side; he feels something in his midsection scrape and winces.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 12, 2008 8:15:13 GMT -5
Gizmo gets a wide and appreciating smile when he pulls beside Wedge. For the moment there are no words exchanged, but the grateful and determined feeling is practically channelled to Gizmo's direction. Wedge will remember that Gizmo can't quite feel that later. But back to what's at hand!
That first sight of Swerve and the steadily growing view of the racer speeds Wedge's movements. Optics widen when he gets view of Swerve's present condition. "Don't worry, it's all coming off," he smiles, trying to be reassuring. With a quick clank and a creak, Wedge wraps his hands and arms around any part of the vehicle that he can reach, its surface buckling in slightly with his grip. Feet dig into the pile and a growl rumbles from Wedge's engines as he strains to pull or lift the van-like thing off Swerve.
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Oct 13, 2008 11:07:58 GMT -5
Once Swerve's face is uncovered, Gizmo very nearly cheers in delight. He manages to contain himself, though his happiness at uncovering the racer is still obvious. When Wedge grabs the vehicle and starts hefting it, Gizmo moves in beside the Build Bot and tries his best to help him, though he's not nearly as strong as Wedge and perhaps isn't doing too much to help.
"You all right?" he asks. Stupid question, perhaps...
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Post by Swerve on Oct 16, 2008 15:29:00 GMT -5
With Gizmo and Wedge pulling – and with leverage on their side, much to Swerve's swiftly-compounding irritation – the vehicle moves aside; Swerve scrambles out and to one side, tucking himself into a defensive crouch with one arm across his crumpled ventral plate. It hurts just to move and, more worrisome than the external damage, his temperature is still inching upward despite the furious and erratic pounding of his main coolant pump.
"Frag this," he spits, ventilation whining angrily. He tries to straighten up and a dull pain grinds through his middle, leaving him standing hunched. Damage readouts blink aggravatingly vague reports… his temperature upswing is slowing, but it won't go back down. Coolant systems aren't responding the way they should; the signals are mixed and lagging.
Not only that, his cannon is still in that pile of junk somewhere and that glitch Screwdriver got away. Swerve's pained grimace twists into a scowl and, both fists clenched, he viciously kicks a nearby mangled piece of siding.
"Frag this whole thing to the Pit!"
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 19, 2008 8:41:45 GMT -5
As soon as Swerve is clear of the vehicle, Wedge hefts the blasted thing as far possible, a pleased nod going after the thing when its bulk crashes to the ground again. Then all his attention is back on his team.
"Thanks Gizmo." The carbot gets a firm clasp on the arm and a grin as Wedge passes by to get to Swerve.
"Whoa Swerve, careful!" Optics widen when he finally gets a glimpse of the racer's crumpled plating. "Don't move too much. You don't look good at all." Wedge tries to reach out and put a hand on Swerve's shoulder, forgetting in his concern that perhaps he's learned that the racer doesn't like this sort of thing in their long journey so far. "We'll find Sideburn quick. I haven't heard anything from him, but hopefully he'll be okay." Wedge has utter faith in Sideburn. "He'll be able to fix you up."
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Oct 20, 2008 8:19:07 GMT -5
As Swerve scoots free, Gizmo can't suppress a wince and a sympathetic "Ouch!" when he spots the damage done to the Velocitronian. Poor guy, that has to hurt...
"Huh?" he says in automatic reaction as Wedge clasps his arm. "Oh, uh... didn't do much, but you're welcome..."
At Wedge's remark Gizmo's visor goes back to the junk pile worriedly. Is the other blue Viper somewhere under there? He hopes not -- crushed by garbage has to be a lousy way to go...
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Post by Swerve on Oct 23, 2008 10:53:06 GMT -5
"I'm fine!" Swerve barks, snapping away from Wedge and smacking at the hand on his shoulder to ward it off. "Go find the other kid or something. I'm…." Feeling ill. And worried. But that's none of their business. "…I'm gonna look for my gun," he finishes sullenly, kicking at more junk.
He'll be fine. Once he finds his gun, he can sit down somewhere private and peel off his ventral plate to check his coolant pump. The vague diagnostic readings he's getting aren't making him feel any better; it just means he has to take things apart just to see what the smelt's been done to his systems.
"Frag it all," he mutters to himself, welding his scowl into place so he can't wince again.
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Oct 25, 2008 2:25:07 GMT -5
An undeniably hurt look flashes across Wedge's face at Swerve rebuff and the slapped away hand. Though it's quickly replaced by disgruntled frustration. "You don't look so fine," he half-grumbles and half-protests. "Look, we're just trying to help. It's what teammates do!" His tone adopts a very slight note of exasperation at the last sentence. But Swerve's right, they need to find Sideburn. There's been no response at all from the Autobot Brother and Wedge can't deny the worry building in his mind.
"I'm going to start looking for Sideburn, if you need anything, just yell," Wedge is talking to both Swerve and Gizmo with that statement. His steps around the junk pile start off a little shakily as he begins his search, "Sideburn! Hey Sideburn, where are you?". His concerned vocal calls are echoed by equally pitched radio inquiries. Hey, Sideburn's fine--he has to be. Right?
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Gizmo
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Post by Gizmo on Oct 26, 2008 23:38:26 GMT -5
Okay, so they've found Swerve -- rather worse for the wear, but he's at least functioning and in one piece. That's good, that's good...
But they're missing Sideburn. That's bad. And for all they know he could be buried under all this junk... or who knows where else? If that crazy Junkion femme left any more toys around...
Part of his CPU suggests that they should help Wedge look for their MIA teammate, but all Gizmo can seem to do is stand there and shake in rapidly building panic.
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