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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 4, 2011 23:46:18 GMT -5
"Eh, wouldn't be the first time," Impactor answers, shrugging. He frowns at the Sniper piece. "That the hippie?" he asks.
Yes. Fortress Maximus's crew are still "the hippies." Though he does add as he considers the board, "Y'know, always thought Sureshot was an odd one out for that group. Not nearly as much as Kup was, mind... didn't know what I was more shocked by when I heard about that one. That he was back on Cybertron, or that he was running with Maximus's crowd."
After a few moments of considering, he Fortresses his Emirate.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 5, 2011 11:07:34 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what's odd about soldiers being loyal enough to their commander to follow him into what others would call sheer folly," Emirate Xaaron observes absently, a crooked smile on his face. "After all, it happens all the time."
He could make so many catty remarks about Impactor and shoving Emirates into Dark Corners, but the fact is, Emirate Xaaron doesn't think that Impactor's all that symbolic. He's rather sure Impactor just wants to play to win, and the Emirate is a difficult piece to use.
Emirate Xaaron also moves an infantry out of the way of one of his artillerymen. He is totally gearing up to oppress Impactor's countryside so hard!
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Post by Clipper on Feb 5, 2011 12:57:02 GMT -5
Some individuals have curious, unique abilities, such as Blur with his speed, or Kup with his toughness, or Farlane with his.... um, yeah. Clipper apparently has an uncanny ability to know when Full Stasis is being played. Either that, or she'd spotted Xaaron wandering around with a stack of games, and hoped that he might not mind her watching again.
Ah, but just showing up empty-handed would be rude! Hence why she's only arriving now, pushing a treat-laden cart before her. "Hello, Mister Emirate Xaaron, sir," she chirrups cheerfully as she enters the medical bay. "I thought that you and your friend might like some refreshments for while you play?"
She'll ask to stay and watch after they have a look at the small cubes and trays of energon goodies.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 5, 2011 21:49:37 GMT -5
Impactor is a lot more likely to use the Fortress than the Emirate, this is so.
Impactor leads with his Commando. This is not symbolic, either; he tends to favor the more mobile pieces, particularly those that can call other mobile pieces into play. He marches it straight towards Xaaron's territory and shrugs. "Oh, I've heard of that sort of thing, sure, but Maximus's has been in the process of flaking out for a good while. From what I remember, he already had scouts out looking for other planets to desert to before rumors started that Kup was running with that crowd."
It was, in fact, one of these scouts that brought Kup back, not that Impactor has that level of detail.
When Clipper arrives, Impactor glances over and studies her. Micromaster. Back home, those are after his time, but he's been reading the database. He looks at Xaaron and snorts as he grabs a cube without so much as a 'please' or 'thank you.' "Replaced Skater, I see."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 5, 2011 22:19:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron gives Clipper a warm, fond smile and claps his hands together, some ashes falling from him as he does. He greets, beaming, "Ah, Clipper!" He mock-chides, "Now, you're not skinting your rations for us, are you?" He's guessing that she has a job on Pz-Zazz and just bought some gasoline that she had one of the fabbers turn into goodies. That is the most common way of obtaining extra snacks. Clipper doesn't seem to be the shanking, throat-slitting type with regards to acquiring fuel, but she could surprise him.
When Impactor just grabs a snack, Emirate Xaaron again stares at the ceiling for a moment and then agrees, "But of course we would enjoy some refreshments. Thank you, Clipper." He reaches for a smallish one, plucking it up delicately, and he offers, "Would you care to watch?" She seemed to enjoy watching Ultra Magnus and Emirate Xaaron play.
One side of his mouth quirks up at Impactor's accusations, and he insists, "Clipper just does this on her own." Granted, so did Skater.
Emirate Xaaron appears to have a Commando problem, much like the Decepticons did! He clears the path for another artillery. Impactor wouldn't move the Commando into the direct path of artillery, but Emirate Xaaron can make it impossible for Impactor to get anything too in close without running into artillery or the Fortress, which will force Impactor to bring out some distracting troops for the slaughter, unless Impactor does something crazy.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 6, 2011 13:43:56 GMT -5
Reading the database is great! Now, the question is, has the database descriptions really prepared you, Impactor, for the reality of a cute little pink girl?
Clipper doesn't really mind when Impactor says nothing when he grabs a snack. It could be considered rude, but he's also in the medical bay, and after a longer stay, too, which implies that he's still pretty bad off. Clipper can excuse a little rudeness from someone who's been stuck here and is probably still hurting.
Instead, she concentrates on Xaaron, giggling cheerfully at him. "Oh no, Mister Emirate Xaaron, sir," she replies, still giggling a little. "Mister Perceptor has been experimenting again, and left some treats in the recreation room for everyone. I simply raided his stash, is all. I think he's been visiting some of the ethnic neighborhoods down on Pz-Zazz for ideas, and trying them out when he gets bored."
She's been saving her own money for a present for Holi, actually. That's the only reason she would brave Pz-Zazz and stand putting on clothing again, after that nasty business on their arrival, after all.
"Oh, could i?" she asks, excited, when Xaaron offers to allow her to watch. She's been studying the rules she found on the database, trying to learn how to play, but there's just no substitute for watching it played first hand by experts!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 6, 2011 14:27:23 GMT -5
All the preparations in the universe can't make Impactor actually care about gender.
"So did Skater," Impactor points out as Xaaron mentions that Clipper does this on her own. His optics narrow, however, as he encourages her to stay and watch.
However, since there's not much to do about it now, he decides, instead to make sure Clipper knows his name (since her own has been stated several times). He looks down at the Micromaster and states, "Name's Impactor."
There. That should take care of it.
Impactor begins moving his Cavalier out, once more favoring a mobile piece. He appears to be attempting to set it opposite the Commando.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 6, 2011 15:15:04 GMT -5
"Experimental snacks. Hmm," Emirate Xaaron says, tone curiously flat and serious, "are you sure Shockwave hasn't sent you to poison me?"
Then he cracks a winning smile and reaches for another. Emirate Xaaron stands and fetches Clipper another folding chair from the closet, so she can watch. Some people would worry about exposing a delicate young lady to a foul-mouthed old zombie, but Emirate Xaaron just doesn't have the background to know that he should worry, so he doesn't.
When Impactor narrows his optics, Emirate Xaaron does ask Impactor innocently, "Is something the matter?"
Emirate Xaaron dithers between assaulting the Commando or the Cavalier. However, the choice is obvious: kill the Commando before he call in an air strike. He just worries that the choice is too obvious, that Impactor is aiming to trick him somehow. Either way, an Artillery blast is aimed and fired at the Commando.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 6, 2011 18:30:32 GMT -5
Another giggle, and Clipper grins happily. "Well, I did see him in the market, dressed in a crusty old black dress with a basket of enerapples and asked me to bring you one, but the Seven Samurai popped up and carried him off," she replies gravely. She's been reading the database, too, apparently. Who was it that loaded Snow White and the Seven Samurai on there again?
Probably Dai-Janku.
"It's nice to meet you, Mister Impactor, sir," she adds as she settles herself in and peers at the board curiously. Hmmm.... it looks different than what she's been studying, but maybe they've been playing longer than she'd thought, and the board is already jumbled around?
ooc: feel free to skip Clipper. She will interject inappropriate remarks periodically as the situation dictates, or as she is addressed.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 7, 2011 13:58:04 GMT -5
Impactor gives Emirate Xaaron a hard look.
"You're talking to a dead mech sitting in a medical berth. Of course there's something the matter." He looks back down at the board and adds, "Somethings, really." Clipper's 'nice to meet you' gets only a faint nod of acknowledgement as he considers his move. The Commando is far enough across the board that it doesn't go down in one hit, but odds favor that it won't last long enough to call in that air strike, either - so instead he moves it in to attack one of the Artillery pieces directly.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 7, 2011 14:18:48 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron shoots Clipper a baffled look and says gently, "I'm afraid I don't know the reference, my dear."
He sighs as Impactor continues to be obstinate, which is to say that Impactor continues to be Impactor. Emirate Xaaron asks bluntly, "Do you have a problem with Clipper watching?"
The Artillery cannot actually hit the Commando once the Commando is in the square with it, rather like how Blitzwing could not fire on Kup when Kup was on top of Blitzwing, getting medieval with Blitzwing's cannon. The Artillery is very neatly destroyed, really only good for sacrificial moves now. So he moves his Air Commander over to try to finish the job with the Commando.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 7, 2011 21:59:16 GMT -5
Impactor shakes his head. "Nope. I got a problem with you making the call, when I'm the one slaggin' stuck here in a berth," he answers just as bluntly. He frowns as the Commando goes out early. Suicide runs really are for suckers, aren't they? But now that the Air Commander's been drawn out, he sends the Cavalier against it.
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Post by Clipper on Feb 8, 2011 12:23:36 GMT -5
Wait, dead mech? But... but... but he's moving, and talking, and... He can't really mean what he said, can he?
Her confusion over that comment has her distracted enough that it takes her a moment to realize that they are fighting. About her.
"...oh." Mister Impactor doesn't want her there. She's... never had that happen before. Even Mister Swerve is more bluster than serious, when you know what to look for, but Mister Impactor...
She slides down out of her chair and offers them both her most formal bow of apology, her attention firmly fixed upon the floor, face averted as much as she can and still be the most absolutely, most formally polite. She will not cry in front of them. She won't!
"I am sincerely apologetic for the rudeness of my assumption, sirs. Please enjoy your game unencumbered." The only reason that she is not running for the door, is because that would be unseemly and impolite, and proper young ladies are always polite and courteous. Her pace, however, is as close to running while still maintaining appearances, though, and she isn't going to stop if they try to call her back. Not unless Daimyo Xaaron makes it a direct order.
ooc: out of thread unless Xaaron orders her to stop. If Xaaron uses any variation of "please" in his request, however, it becomes a request, and not an order, and Xaaron is more than welcome to pose Clipper shaking her head without looking back and vanishing.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 9, 2011 11:30:45 GMT -5
The Air Commander goes down for the Cavalier, crumpling like the tinfoil wussy jet he is. Somewhere, Powerglide is offended.
Emirate Xaaron calls to Clipper, voice a bit stern, "The assumption was mine, not yours. I have a habit of removing Impactor's freedom of choice, and he doesn't enjoy it. If Impactor's own Springer has shown up, dear friend of Impactor's that he is, and I asked him to stay, I suspect Impactor would have been similarly irked." He glances over at Impactor for confirmation.
Emirate Xaaron doesn't order her to stay. Not all of his comrades will be to each other's tastes, and that is fine, as long as they don't take up 'con tastes. He does briefly contemplate assigning them to a duty shift together, but there's no reason to make them both miserable.
The Cavalier clearly cannot be allowed to run rampant in Emirate Xaaron's homefront, but he is dangerous even in death. So Emirate Xaaron sets Cavalier against Cavalier, even though this leaves a gap is protective coverage of his own Overlord (perhaps a rather Decepticon thing to do, considering Megatron), because he had better kill the Cavalier and be done with it and see where Impactor bestows the Cavalier's blessing.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 9, 2011 18:21:50 GMT -5
Impactor's brow-ridges lift as Clipper attempts to flee, and as Xaaron looks to him for confirmation on what has Impactor torqued, he nods, muttering, "Yeah, that's it." He looks up at Xaaron and, speaking as if Clipper is already out of the room, says more clearly, "Skittish thing, ain't he?"
Then he studies the board for awhile, frowning. Not a good start... this is what being dead does for you. He pulls his Cavalier off the board and as he does, taps the Magnus with it before setting it aside, then moves one of the Artillery out of the way of the Fortress.
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