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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on May 11, 2009 22:12:08 GMT -5
"Exactly!" Override calls towards the other racer. "No special treatment!"
Then, finally, she really does start rolling, roaring after the other Autobot.
"What? You think I don't do that on a regular basis?"
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Post by Mirage on May 11, 2009 23:42:13 GMT -5
"Ah, but I don't know my dear, and a gentleman never assumes," Mirage replies, laughing outright. It has been far too long since he's been able to play.
A pretty lady to court, a lovely day, a stretch of fast road...what more could a rich, racer playboy want?
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on May 12, 2009 22:32:07 GMT -5
Not only a pretty lady, but a pretty lady that's currently chasing Mirage. Chasing... and gaining quickly.
"Well, you know now!" she laughs in reply as her engine purrs. There is no sound of strain, at least not yet.
But she does seem to be sticking to one particular side of the road...
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Post by Mirage on May 12, 2009 23:00:38 GMT -5
Mirage, noting that Override is riding one rail so to speak, assumes she is intending to slide by him once she catches up. So he plays road hog, keeping to the mid-line and occasionally drifting more to one side or the other. His speed suffers, and he doesn't expect to keep her back for long.
"Mmmm, yes, now I know. Though I think I preferred assuming you were simply after a better view!" Teasing always teasing, and really not caring that he'll lose the race.
When he spies the upcoming turn though, he stops his weaving, memories ghosting through his mind. Which should give Override the chance to shoot ahead, if she hasn't done so already.
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on May 13, 2009 20:10:12 GMT -5
"View's fine enough, but I always liked how things looked in my rear view mirror best," Override answers cheerfully.
Override knows a chance when she sees it, and takes the chances she knows. As Mirage hesitates and the hole opens up, Override surges forward, aiming to squeeze through it, fearless and in her element. Unless Mirage manages a quick recovery, she is past in moments, whipping around the turn like she does that sort of thing for a living.
And, of course, she does.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 13, 2009 21:02:58 GMT -5
The golden tank takes in precious little of the lovely view as Override whips right by him, keeping to the side he indicated as safe. Excellent work on her part.
He continues to wait patiently for Mirage, who will have no choice but to take the other side, the side where the tank has been sitting and continues to sit.
He loves it when a plan comes together.
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Post by Mirage on May 13, 2009 21:36:55 GMT -5
Mirage curses as his static-gathering costs him his lead. He takes the turn easily, automatically laying down moor speed as he comes out of the curve-
And has to almost immediately slam on his brakes.
Mirage cuts his wheels, trying to avoid the golden tank, and skids sideways. Nothing for it, he and the tank are going to get very close, very quickly. At least transforming will bleed some speed....
CRASH!!![/b]
The spy groans loudly, trying to disentangle himself from the tank's cannon and front assembly. As he does so, Mirage snaps, "Who the hell are you, and do you not have better things to do than sit in the middle of a race course!"
No one told Mirage Xaaron had a tank alt-mode, after all.
Crashing into Xaaron done with player permission.
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The Chancellor, Her Noble Potency, Empress Override. The Glorious Victor over Everyone Else On the Track
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Post by Override on May 14, 2009 22:31:26 GMT -5
Somewhere up ahead...
...Override slows to an almost casual stop. She doesn't return, however, nor does she speed on. Instead, she just radios Emirate Xaaron.
//That all you need, Emirate? Or should I head back?//
OOC: If Xaaron doesn't call Override back, she can be considered gone from the thread.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 15, 2009 8:44:03 GMT -5
They dry, somewhat amused voice of Emirate Xaaron emits from the tank, "My, it has been a very, very long time since I had anyone sprawled over my barrel and turret. Throwing themselves at me, even."
He chides, "But don't tell me a spy like you isn't in the know, Mirage."
Antique golden Cybertronian light tank with a little bit of silver detailing. Is it that hard to figure out who he is?
It is if he never transforms.
"Speaking of in the know, you have to know that I wanted to speak with you, Mirage."
He radios his lovely conspirator, //Excellent work, my dear. I won't keep you from your duties any longer.//
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Post by Mirage on May 15, 2009 14:24:54 GMT -5
Mirage stiffens at that very familiar voice, pausing in his efforts. He lifts his head and takes in the retreating- though albeit lovely- form of Override, and the spy becomes accutely aware of one fact.
He has been set up, and in right spectacular fashion.
Ah, well, nothing for it but to play along. Mirage pushes himself down Xaaron's barrel so that he is lying on his chest, head propped on his hands and facing "towards" Xaaron, legs wrapped around to hold him in place. "Well, perhaps if people actually knew you had such an alt mode, Xaaron, you'd get a bit more action. Heavy artillery does seem to be rather popular with a certain set, after all." A horribly cheeky thing to say, terribly irreverant, and utterly, completely Mirage.
"But, pray, how am I to know you wished to speak with me, if you do not tell me? No need to go to such lengths." He chuckles, showing not a bit of the worry he's feeling.
"But I must admit, well played, Emirate, well played."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 15, 2009 16:47:26 GMT -5
So, Emirate Xaaron has a Mirage wrapped around him. Perhaps Mirage is trying to make Emirate Xaaron feel awkward, but Emirate Xaaron has been known to hug Optimus Prime in front of a whole bunch of other Autobots and pull similar stunts. He is not an Autobot with contact issues.
He is also not one to let his buttons be pushed so easily.
"Not perhaps the set I'd wish to attract," Emirate Xaaron notes levelly, tone unruffled by that cheeky jibe. Sure, Decepticons like their tanks.
He then latches on the matter at hand like a bulldog around a juicy ribeye steak. "You have been avoiding me, Mirage, and we both well know why. It is difficult to speak to someone who cannot be found. I could have radioed you, but I think an object lesson is rather more illustrative."
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Post by Mirage on May 15, 2009 19:28:26 GMT -5
Mirage can approach this one of two ways. He can feign innocence and likely annoy Xaaron even more. Or he can be be playfully contrite and- likely annoy Xaaron even more. At this point, it becomes a choice of which will be the most fun, and allow Mirage to keep the most dignity.
He settles for a blending of the two.
"Now, now Xaaron," Mirage drawls, still sprawled on Xaaron's barrel, "Last I heard your radio was in perfect working order, and I'm sure you know mine's just the same. Really, all you had to do was call. No need for all this cloak and dagger nonsense." Mirage pushes himself up, gracefully switching positions so that he is reclining back, propped on his hands, legs crossed at the knee, one foot flat on Xaaron's barrel. "Unless you truly wanted a private conversation."
Mirage slips off Xaaron then, landing lightly before the tank. His voice switches from flirtatious to contrite. "But if I have given the appearance of avoiding you, I must beg your forgiveness. I would so hate for you to think I meant you any slight. What did you wish to talk with me about?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 15, 2009 19:58:35 GMT -5
Emiate Xaaron transforms after Mirage vacates his turret. It is not a pretty transformation. It is fact noisy and looks like it might even be a bit painful. The rear of the tank folds out into legs, the turret and cannon stow away inside his torso, and his arms and head pop out. One has to wonder why he bothers to fold the turret and cannon inside, instead of wearing it on his back, as Brawl does.
"Begging ill befits an Autobot," Emirate Xaaron notes bluntly, and he crosses his arms. They are a free people. Begging is for Decepticon lackeys.
Then, he spreads his arms, and he starts, tone deadly seriously, "Where should I begin? You ran off on your own to satisfy your honour without a thought for how other Autobots needed you. Do you know who got the kill shot on the demon Prime? A Decepticon sniper. I think perhaps Spinister. I would prefer to not rely on my enemies to kill my other enemies, because relying on one's enemies to do anything useful at all is a bad business. Imagine, if you will, if Spinister or whoever it was had not taken that shot. Or had missed. Likely, you would have rescued that Swerve only to find the rest of the forces incinerated. Now, if you had been out there, the rest of us wouldn't have had to rely on the Decepticons."
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Post by Mirage on May 15, 2009 20:55:04 GMT -5
Mirage frowns as he watches Xaaron's transform. That is decidedly not a normal transform. Mirage opens his mouth, about to express concern, to ask questions when Xaaron cuts him off, calling into question one of the things the spy hold most dear. His sense of honour.
His optics narrow, and his gaze grows neutral. His stance widens a touch, arms lightly crossed in front of his body, one hand holding the other wrist. He waits for Xaaron to finish.
"Firstly, Emirate," he starts, tone entirely too even, "As I mentioned before, my actions had much less to do with my honour than you seem to think. It is fairly obvious that it does not matter how I attempt to explain my actions, you will turn them about to make them detrimental ones. And why? Because I desired to save someone you did not think worth saving, perhaps? Someone expendable?"
He's guessing there, but then, such a policy is a sticking point with Mirage. No one is expendable, except himself.
"And secondly," Mirage's optics flash, "I am a spy, and yes, I am damned good with the rifle I carry, but that does not make me anyone's assassin. Not even yours, for all that I cast in my lot with you."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 15, 2009 21:25:00 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron essentially has a bad case of robo-arthritis. He's old!
He points out, "Because you held one above all others. Because you went haring off on your own with little contact when others needed you. Not just me. Besides, if you can't kill to save a life, you're effectively killing to save your own conscience."
"Now, I will listen to reason, but I haven't been hearing it from you." Emirate Xaaron might just be a monster - the line between demon and angel is ever so thin - but he is a rational one, and sometimes, sometimes, even he knows mercy.
He switches to another point now, "Secondly, you took one of the mirror Decepticons into the tunnels! He may have been on the level; he may have not. Would it have killed you to just leave him outside?"
Emirate Xaaron isn't going to list all the points at once. It makes it far too easy for Mirage to just ignore points if he throws a whole lot at the spy at once.
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