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Post by Scrapper on May 7, 2009 1:30:28 GMT -5
OOC: Scrapper has recently arrived, appearing among the meteor rocks. He has since made his way into the Autobot tunnels, and lost himself in them..
Set on Day 40 of Small Plots.
Whatever happened to the good ol' days? Relaxin', drinkin' oil with your buddies, checkin' out the hot new sports car that drove by, and all that other good stuff. Scrapper missed those days. The days before he and his buddy Mixmaster were getting bossed around. The last thing Scrapper wants to due is wander around some seemingly endless caves.
"Coulda at least provided some directions or somethin'," Scrapper grunts, scratching his metallic chin. "This is da third time I've ended up here! At least I think so..."
Turning his head from right to left, Scrapper realizes that he's right. Earlier, he'd made a small pile of rocks in a corner of the cave out of boredom. And whadaya think he finds as he turns around? The same slaggin' pile of rocks!
Hopelessly lost in the tunnels, Scrapper decides to move to what he likes to call, "Plan B".
"Yo, Mix!" Scrapper shouts at the top of his lungs. "Dirt Boss?"
Nothing.
"Bulky? Autobots? Megatron?" Scrapper calls out, his frustration rising a bit. "Uh...Anybody home?"
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Post by Long Haul on May 7, 2009 21:09:11 GMT -5
Long Haul has been hauling supplies back and forth for the building of the star-ship, so at the time he hears the strange voice he has a full load in his truck bed. Mix? Did that voice just call for Mix?
He starts to rumble slowly towards its source.
The next two names mean nothing to him. Then the guy calls for the Autobots, followed by that slagger, Megatron. So is he looking for Decepticons, Autobots, or what?
Before too long, he rolls into view. Although the lines and curves are alien, native to Cybetron, his function is clear: this vehicle is a dump truck. His colors, yellow-green and purple, are very familiar - one might say unmistakable. And on the front grill of this alien vehicle is the bright red Autobot symbol.
The transport, truck bed piled high with building supplies, takes in the other robot - unfamiliar design, familiar colors, Decepticon symbol - and he demands, "Who the blazes are you and how the blazes didja get in here?!"
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Post by Scrapper on May 7, 2009 22:26:34 GMT -5
At the sight of the familiarly colored vehicle, Scrapper's optics widen a bit. Whoever this is sure slaggin' looks like a Constructicon, at least in coloration. His vehicle mode looks like nothin' Scrapper had seen before, and he's sportin' the same red symbol that the Autobots do! Anyways, Scrapper figures he might be able ta get ta ask some questions of his own after answering this bot's.
"Name's Scrapper," Scrapper says, scratching the back of his helmet. "And, uh, how I got here? I was hopin' you tell me dat. All I remember is bein' in Detroit one second and den I end up somewhere around here."
Rubbing the back of his helmet once more, Scrapper decides to ask, "Say, you haven't seen two other bots runnin' around, have ya? They kinda look like you an' me...'Cept they got Decepticon symbols."
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Post by Long Haul on May 7, 2009 23:12:32 GMT -5
"You are not Scrapper take that back it's a lie!" Long Haul shouts, all one sentence without pauses as he transforms. In order to move to robot mode, he actually shrinks a fair bit, employing some of that size-changing ability seen to a greater extent in others from his reality. Thus, Long Haul goes from an alien dump truck that is several times the size of a car to a robot a bit smaller than the average carbot. Also as he transforms the load in his truck bed seems to simply... vanish.
As soon as he's in robot mode, the finger of his left hand is pointed accusingly at Scrapper, his foot forward and aggressive stance more than adequate at conveying anger, despite his lacking an actual face. "For one thing, you're... I mean... you obviously... you got a mouth!" Then he throws both his hands up in frustration. "Look, you just ain't hi-" at this point he cuts himself off, as though remembering something.
The Constructibot's right hand comes up to rub his chin and the head tilts forward, a 'thinker' pose. "Oh. Oh, yeah. Alternate realities and whatnot. Okay. So I guess ya might be a Scrapper." Then the hand falls into a fist and his head, still tilted forward, now gives the impression of a bull about to charge. "But don't you go claiming to be my Scrapper."
"Anyways," and now his pose relaxes into something more casual, while one hand rubs the back of his head, "I'm... pretty sure I'm not s'posed to be answering your questions and stuff. What with you being a Decepticon and all. Since they're usually trying to kill us and whatnot." The hand behind his head drops to his side and his single, wide optic band narrows. "Hey, you ain't gonna try and capture me or anything, are you?" Strangely, it is, for Long Haul, a logical assumption. Since coming to Gillanan III, every Constructicon he's encountered has wanted to capture him to show him the 'error' of his ways.
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Post by Scrapper on May 7, 2009 23:48:58 GMT -5
Alternate what!? What was this Autobot talkin' about! And what does he mean by his Scrapper? This place just keeps gettin' weirder.
"Capture ya?" Scrapper asks. "Nah, I don't do that kinda stuff anymore. Back when I was workin' for Megatron, maybe....But Megatron ain't around no more, so..." Scrapper pauses for a moment, thinking it best not to mention anything else about Megatron. This Autobot already looks like he's got half a mind ta slag him anyway. Just for bein' a Decepticon! Maybe he could explain. " 'Sides, I don't work for da Decepticons no more. Great oil. Bad management skills. Speakin' of oil, ya know where I could find any in this dump?"
Ah, oil. If anything could clear his head now, oil would do the trick. Unfortunately, this bot probably wouldn't appreciate it as much as Scrapper does, seein' as he don't got a mouth.
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Post by Long Haul on May 8, 2009 20:03:47 GMT -5
Long Haul once more rubs the back of his head. "Oh. So you're sayin' you ain't really a 'Con, then? Just, uhm, someone wearing their decoration?" He pauses, brings his hand back up to rub his chin, and narrows his optic band again.
"Well, I guess that ain't so bad, then." He looks up at Scrapper and his optic band flickers a brigher blue as he considers the other's request. "Oil? Oh, we got some. Lubricating, automotive, stuff like that." Seems a strange request to Long Haul, but then, he's used to actual energon instead when it comes to fueling. "Why? You squeaking?"
"Anyways," he adds, "no offense, but I... uhm... well, I got someone I gotta report to, and I'd better clear with them before I go giving you anything." It doesn't actually occur to Long Haul that he hasn't even explained anything yet, but considering he should probably ask before that, too, it may be for the best.
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Post by Scrapper on May 8, 2009 20:30:45 GMT -5
Technically Scrapper is a Decepticon. Just not one who really cares for their cause. At any rate, the dump truck's explanation was good enough.
"Squeakin'?" Scrapper asks. "Nah, I just gotta refuel da tank." Sc Upon hearing that the dump truck would have to report to a higher authority, Scrapper's head lowers a little bit. Waiting just a little bit longer shouldn't be too much of a problem. Quickly taking a look at his surroundings a new question pops in Scrapper's mind.
"So, uh, where am I?" he asks,. "Definitely ain't in Detroit no more..."
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Post by Long Haul on May 9, 2009 22:32:32 GMT -5
"Ah!" Long Haul's optic band brightens with realization. Then he rubs the back of his head. "If it's for fueling, y'might want to have the energon instead. Anyways... oh, yeah. Didn't explain to you. Uhm..."
He paces several feet, then turns back towards Scrapper. "Y'see, well. We don't know what's going on, really. But this is some planet that's far away from the world of Detroit." What? Long Haul's never /heard/ of Detroit! He's just assuming it's Scrapper's home planet, the same way Velocitron is Scrapper's! "Something or another has been grabbing a bunch of us at random and sticking us here. Only, like, we ain't all from the same reality, even. Or the same time. It's really pretty confusin', but you get used to it."
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Post by Scrapper on May 9, 2009 23:02:11 GMT -5
"Energon?" Scrapper asks. "Come ta tink of it, I've heard of dat stuff before...Don't remember nothin' about it bein' fuel, though."
Scrapper listens to Long Haul's explanation, still intent on gettin' some fresh oil. And who knows? He might try a little bit about that energon stuff too. After listening, to the dump truck speak Scrapper decides to explain to Long Haul about Detroi- ...Wait. Different Realities? Different times? What the slag was goin' on here!?
"Woah, woah. Back up, buddy," Scrapper started. "So, you're sayin' I ain't on Earth...or my own reality? Dis ain't all part of dat Spacebridge stuff, is it?"
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Post by Long Haul on May 10, 2009 18:16:52 GMT -5
"Oh?" Long Haul asks, heading towards the side of the tunnel. Here, part of the roof has collapsed, providing some debris that Long Haul uses as a seat (and possibly the source of the rocks Scrapper had piled up earlier). "Whatcha hear about it, then?" he asks, head tilted to the right in confusion.
Odds are, though, he's probably a lot less confused than Scrapper.
As Scrapper asks about 'dat Spacebridge stuff,' he shakes his head. "Naw. Ain't no Spacebridges here. Seems, though, that just about every reality means something different when they use that word, though. It gets kinda confusing."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 10, 2009 19:11:22 GMT -5
The Constructicon and the Constructibot might hear the footfalls of metal against the cement of the tunnel floor.
Emirate Xaaron is not a ninja, even if he thinks he sneak around a mad scientist's laboratory sometimes. (He can't.) Right now, he's not even trying to be stealthy, though. If this Scrapper is jittery, Emirate Xaaron doesn't want an itchy trigger finger to six him, and if this Scrapper is pulling a trick, he can duck off to the side of the tunnel.
While not a ninja, he might just be a Greek bearing gifts, beware warnings included. Emirate Xaaron has a few small cans of oil in his arms - lubricant oil of a few different types and a can or two of motor oil. The Gillananese mostly used batteries and solar power and other clean technologies, but they did have some hydrocarbons around, which the Autobots have scavenged.
Emirate Xaaron calls, "Oh, hello! Scrapper, is it?"
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Post by Scrapper on May 10, 2009 20:32:28 GMT -5
Scrapper thinks for a minute, trying to remember anything he'd heard about energon. After a couple of minutes, he says, "Oh, yeah! One time Megatron mentioned it as some type of money or somethin' that he used ta pay dis bounty hunter." After another minute or two, he pipes up, "And I tink Bulky mentioned somethin' about energon farms."
As he spoke, Scrapper head motions to another bot walking toward them. Assuming this is the bot in authority, Scrapper decides to greet him. "Hey how ya doin'? Name's Scra-" Scrapper pauses. Now dis is what he was talkin' about! Oil!
"Hey, buddy! Don't be stingy now..." Scrapper called out to the approaching Autobot. "You're gonna share dat oil, right?"
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Post by Springer on May 10, 2009 21:30:29 GMT -5
Overhead, in a tunnel that runs atop the one where the others are, there is one who is more silent than Xaaron.
Springer is far from being a ninja, but he knows how to be quiet when an operation calls for it. Once he gets in position, he takes a seat, holding a rifle in his lap, and gets attuned to his radio, in case he is needed down below.
---------- OOC: Skippable, Springer's just here in case things go south.
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Post by Long Haul on May 10, 2009 22:38:11 GMT -5
"Farms?" Long Haul asks, baffled. Crystals may grow like organic stuff, but he knows that energon doesn't! And so he's rubbing the back of his head when Emirate Xaaron arrives. He drops both hands to his sides and gives the Autobot leader a wave. "Heya, Em'rate," he greets informally, unintentionally emphasizing his mostly-civilian status.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 11, 2009 8:22:37 GMT -5
Energon farms? How very interesting. Emirate Xaaron does so like to keep his finger on the pulse of technology.
He inclines his head slightly and greets, "Hello, Long Haul."
To Scrapper, he replies, "Share it? Ah, now that depends entirely on your intentions." Still, he smiles slightly and tosses Scrapper one of the small cans, as this Constructicon does seem rather preoccupied by the oil cans. "I am Emirate Xaaron." He doesn't expect any recognition on the name. No one ever does. "I lead the Autobots and Maximals here. None of that is very interesting, though. Why don't you tell us more about yourself? Your history, your friends, where you see yourself in ten millennia..."
For a smallish Autobot with no obvious weapons (but then, in Animated, Autobots rarely have obvious weapons, unlike Marvel Autobots who sometimes tote around rockets on their shoulders), Emirate Xaaron seems remarkably unruffled to be speaking to a potential hostile in an enclosed space. Then again, he knows about the Wrecker setting up in position, not far away.
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