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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 24, 2009 10:10:23 GMT -5
While Phobia was quite ecstatic about reaching their headquarters he's not really expressing it outside of a minute relaxing of his grip on Long Range's arm. He was thinking about staying where he was until whenever it is that the tank decides to put him down, when Duskwing decides it's a good time as any to hop away just a few meters from the safe, solid ground.
The bike utters a startled 'eep' and grips tightly at Long Range's forearm again.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 24, 2009 11:26:15 GMT -5
Long Range tries to compensate for the sudden loss of Duskwing, which unbalances him terribly. Not that he can actually do anything, he resigns himself to alerting everybody in the Decepticon base to their arrival when he hits the ground.
Maybe, just maybe, he'll land on Duskwing.
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Post by Blackout on Feb 24, 2009 13:24:41 GMT -5
Blackout gives no verbal reaction to the sudden shift in balance except for an irritated grunt, fighting to keep level at the sudden burden of extra weight with lifters only on one side. As a result, he may be setting the others down harder than intended.
"Setting down now," the chopper states, descending to set Long Range down. He doesn't specifically aim for Duskwing, but if somebody doesn't land on the Seeker, Blackout is going to see about getting his targeting systems recalibrated.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 24, 2009 19:54:06 GMT -5
"Hey, Long & Tall! Good to be back or--" Duskwing looks up just in time. "Yikes!"
He clumsily tries to leap aside, forgetting his fused knee and nearly empty fuel tanks--and falls headlong with a tremendous clangor.
So Long Range only lands in his damaged leg, not his nearly-gutted chest.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 27, 2009 8:20:57 GMT -5
Phobia yelps as they hit the ground (and Duskwing) far too suddenly for his liking, still clutching around Long Range’s arm although now he’s half curled up around it as well. The bike takes a few moments to revel in his unhappiness before turning off his lifters and squirming out of Long Range’s grasp himself.
He’s never going near these people ever again if he could help it.
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Post by Long Range on Feb 27, 2009 12:02:14 GMT -5
Long Range crashes to the ground, landing on Duskwing's leg but almost immediately losing his balance and falling over onto his back with an arguably louder crash than when he hit the ground first.
Groggily, he raises his head as far as he can to try and see the damage to Duskwing's leg.
Considering the immense weight of Long Range, this isn't going to be pretty by any stretch of the imagination.
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Post by Blackout on Mar 2, 2009 16:00:41 GMT -5
As Long Range falls, Blackout finds himself pulled even further off balance by the still-attached cargo hook. Scorponok chitters in panic, fumbling with the hook. The small bot manages to work it free in time to prevent Blackout from crashing on top of Long Range, but still manages to get tossed aside.
The chopper himself wobbles in the air, transforming and slamming to the ground on one knee. The out-jutting armor panel crunches in, digging a trench in the ground. With a grunt, Blackout rights himself, turning to look at the others. He manages not to nod approvingly at the condition of Duskwing's leg, mainly because he's too busy watching Scorponok flop back rightside-up.
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 2, 2009 20:27:34 GMT -5
"ARGGGGH! Slag you for a half-clocked, rusted-out walking chimney-stack flying anvil what thinks he's a hot-shot air-mobile grunt!" Duskwing cursed loudly and fluidly as he rolled back and forth, clutching his completely crushed leg just above the knee. The leg below the knee, including the once-powerful jet engine, was destroyed; Duskwing would not be flying or walking until it was replaced.
"Blackout, you fraggin' incompetent eggbeater, I could still fight before youse guys hadda 'help'! Ah could fly, with fuel, kinda! But you hadda go and drop the anvil here, and slag that all up, ya substandard molded knock-off! I shoulda just walked the frag back--I WOULDA BEEN HEALTHIER!" Duskwing rants.
Duskwing glares briefly at Phobia, but spares him his vituperation, since he can't figure out how to blame Phobia for his present misery. "Well? Whaddya gonna do about it? I need ta get to Repair."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 3, 2009 13:52:01 GMT -5
The glare Duskwing gives him is returned with a halfway baleful glower but Phobia doesn’t say anything otherwise. He merely occupies himself with a brief dust down before transforming and promptly speeding away to some safe heaven for a thorough grit picking session.
This is Phobia’s version of ‘Not me!’
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Long Range on Mar 3, 2009 15:07:47 GMT -5
"Duskwing, shut up or we'll leave you here." Is all Long Range says as he stains to lift himself up any higher, a futile effort with the artiilery barrels on his back.
"A hand, Blackout?"
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Post by Blackout on Mar 3, 2009 17:27:08 GMT -5
Blackout gives Duskwing a more or less neutral gaze in response to the string of insults. Either he considers his revenge complete already, or he's just wondering what an eggbeater is. "If you could have flown on your own, then why were you still floundering around in the desert?"
Bending his knee armor back out enough to prevent it from interfering with his movement, Blackout stands, striding over to Long Range and offering a hand, bracing his legs wide in anticipation of the gunner's weight.
Meanwhile, Scorponok, finally righting himself, moves over to Duskwing, offering his back to carry the mangled Seeker. Not really a mercy, considering Scorponok is made of blades, turbines, and other things you generally don't really want to lay on while wounded, but better than staying out here to rust, right?
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 3, 2009 20:26:49 GMT -5
Duskwing stops thrashing and sits still, clutching his smashed leg. "Oh yeah, sure, pick on the guy who took on four, five, maybe six Autobots and dem fake 'Cons when he's down! I didn't get this busted up fallin' off a rock, you know," he says sulkily.
"'Cause I didn't have enough fuel!" Duskwing grumbles at Blackout, but without the former vituperation. "An' lifters is slow by demselves."
He stares blankly at Scorponok for several moments, then reaches out a hand and pats the boogly-eyed metal bug. He turns over painfully and rolls onto Scorponok, laying across the skittery critter's back.
Fortunately, Duskwing's made of metal, not soft and vulnerable flesh. Blades are a problem for squishies, Pretenders and Beast-formers. He does refrain from sticking his fingers in the spinning turbines, though. That particular brand of idiot curiosity got old after the tenth or so time he had to have fingers replaced.
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Post by Long Range on Mar 4, 2009 0:31:00 GMT -5
"For taking on that many, your still in relatively good repair, ignoring the leg and all."He says, taking the proffered hand and slowly but steadily pulling himself up with Blackout's help.
"OK, lets get you down to medical. I'll wait with you till someone can see to it." Long Range says, dusting himself off, a futile effort as the desert sand refuses to budge.
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Post by Blackout on Mar 6, 2009 3:27:36 GMT -5
Blackout is too used to braggarts to take Duskwing's claim at face value. However, he's getting tired of listening to the jet's complaining, so he just lets the matter drop.
Instead, once Long Range is fully upright, he turns to lead the way to medical. Scorponok follows, shifting Duskwing's weight to an easier to carry position on his back.
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 7, 2009 16:25:21 GMT -5
Duskwing is mostly content to just lay on Scorponok's back until they get to Medical, though he turns his head this way and that, trying to see around his crumpled intakes.
Duskwing gives Long Range a baffled stare. "Huh? If dis is good repair, I don't wanna know what bad repair is!"
As they trundle into Medical, he adds, "Speakin' of good repair, there's Hook!"
Duskwing squirms a bit on Scorponok's back and reaches into this cockpit, pulling out his broken, dart-impaled radio, which he holds out. "Hey, Hook, my radio is busted bad!"
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