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Post by Mirage on Mar 9, 2009 9:22:32 GMT -5
"Well, she's managing the ladder on her own," Mirage calls back to Tracks, "Can't say much other than that at the moment."
As soon as Clipper is close enough, Mirage reaches an arm down to Clipper. He's getting impatient, and hauling her up the rest of the way will be easy enough.
"Grab on and I'll pull you up. Have your optics rebooted yet?"
He is trying really hard not to freak because of the snakey...thing she found down there. Never mind that there's a a whole subset of bots who would find a fresh-faced young lady wrapped up with something like that titillating. Mirage is not one of them. He just doesn't want it to touch him.
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Post by Clipper on Mar 9, 2009 20:47:01 GMT -5
Hm, Mirage isn't answering her question. They've been hurt, or at least that's Clipper's guess.
"They're still rebooting now, but I think they're almost done," she calls up. The light suddenly darkens as something fills the access hole - looks like Mirage's arm, and she's happy to be able to tell that muchy. Her optics are almost back to normal!
She cannot quite reach Mirage's extended hand, though she's grateful for the offer of help. Squirmy isn't making this climbing thing any easier. Speaking of Squirmy...
She may not be able to reach that extended hand, but Squirmy can, and s/he/it apparently finds that offer too tempting. Or else feels more heat coming from the larger mech. Clipper gasps as Squirly very suddenly unwinds himself from her and swarms up twoard Mirage's extended arm with a cheerful, happy little trill.
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Post by Override on Mar 14, 2009 20:44:12 GMT -5
OOC: I am terribly sorry, everyone. I thought I had set myself skippable! But since I'm making a post to get things moving again, might as well start waking up, eh?
Finally Override begins to reboot after the heavy shut down of her systems. Her optics flicker and she groans, holding her head in her hand. "What... what hit me?" she asks, bewildered. One hit knock-out weapons are not something she has a lot of experience with!
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Post by Tracks on Mar 14, 2009 23:10:18 GMT -5
"Needlenose did, that's what," is Tracks's reply, an apologetic expression on his face. "Glad to see that you're back online though. You had us scared for a moment." Especially since Tracks knows nothing about repair!
"Mirage is getting our damsel out of a hole. Do you think you can make it over?" Tracks reaches out a hand to help Override up if she needs it.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 14, 2009 23:40:39 GMT -5
The problem with stretching his hand down into the access hatch is that Mirage can't really see down the hole anymore. So he doesn't at first realize what, exactly has wrapped around his hand. This ignorant bliss lasts for all of five seconds, and then Mirage is yanking his covered-by squrming- thing arm back up.
"Gah! What in Primus' name... gahhh!" Mirage tries to use his other hand to push the worm thing off, only for it to switch arms, trilling out a shrill protest at his rough treatment.
He shakes his arm vigorously. "Off, off, get it the frag off before I shoot my own arm to get it off. Off off off!"
Mirage's voice has risen several octaves in perfect intimation of a prima donna tantrum. The cool points? Dropping like flies.
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Post by Clipper on Mar 15, 2009 0:01:03 GMT -5
And suddenly... her gallant, dashing, handsome, secret-agent rescuer becomes a wailing , flailing, squealing princess.
"Oh no!" Clipper, who now suddenly finds herself unimpeded by an equally sudden lack of encumbering alien critter, scurries up the rest of the ladder and scrambles topside to try and rescue her rescuer. Rescuers. By flailing. With them.
When Tracks and Override get the chance to look over, they will be treated to the sight of a slightly battered and scuffed, tiny pink Micromaster jumping around, batting at Mirage's legs, flailing at the even more desperately flailing spy.
"No, no no! Don't hurt him! He's nice! He helped me! Stop it! You're scaring him! He's only looking for someplace warm! Please!! Be careful with him!" Clipper yells, sounding every bit the young female, as she waves her arms frantically and tries to keep Mirage from following through on his threat.
The flailing was mentioned, right?
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Post by Override on Mar 15, 2009 0:55:48 GMT -5
"I... I think so," Override answers Tracks uncertainly. "Some of my subsystems are still off-line... fuel conversion's completely blown." So she won't be able to use a recharging station until either she gets repairs or her self-repair system manages to handle things.
Accepting what help Tracks is willing to offer, Override stands unsteadily, then partly wobbles, partly limps towards where Mirage and Clipper are... flailing.
Override watches this for a few moments, then covers her eyes.
"I shoulda stayed on the ground," she notes sourly.
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Post by Tracks on Mar 16, 2009 19:17:46 GMT -5
"We'll be getting back to base as quickly as possible." he gives Override a comforting smile. "You think you have enough fuel to make it back alright?"
Tracks whirls back as sounds of Mirage and Clipper's--well, freak-out would be the only for it--reaches his audios. Yes, cool points are dropping like flies over there. No mention that Tracks would likely act nearly the same way if something slithery unexpectedly shimmied up his arm. Hand, meed face. "Oh. My. I'm almost tempted to agree with that statement." Tracks cracks a peek at the scene again--this time between two fingers.
Cautiously, Tracks moves towards where the flailing is taking place. "Mirage? Mirage, just hold still for a moment." Arm outstretched towards the racer and wits steeled, the 'vette hopes that perhaps he looks like somewhat of a safer perch for that...coily thing.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 17, 2009 10:06:32 GMT -5
The coily thing has gotten a death grip on Mirage's arm, stubbornly resisting any attempts to move it, squawking and screeching at the spy attempts to either pull or push it off. Add to that the virtual childe beating at his legs and Mirage is one Unhappy Camper.
When first Override and the Tracks' voices register though, the spy stops his flailing and looks absolutely mortified. He visibly tries to compose himself, to regain some measure of his vaunted cool. He is only marginally successful.
"But, but...it's creepy and squirmy and has all these legs, and Chaos take it this is not the proper context for this to not be disturbing!" He gives Tracks a forlorn look and then goes back to trying to push the creature off. Mirage has, however, ceased his flailing.
The creature, given another option, decides that perhaps Tracks would be a safer- and warmer-perch and makes to flow from spy to racer.
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Post by Clipper on Mar 17, 2009 21:05:29 GMT -5
Mirage suddenly calms down, which calms Clipper down considerably. She is too concerned about Squirmy to notice Mirage's utter humiliation, though. So, look, Mirage! There's at least one person here who still thinks you're cool!
Clipper takes a moment from anxiously watching Mirage handle the creature to scan her surroundings hopefully. Holi had said that he wasn't there, true, but maybe he was teasing? Hoping to surprise her? Except that he's nowhere in sight.
Override is, though, and looking like five kinds of battered slag. Suddenly, Squirmy is totally forgotten, and disappointment is replaced by concern.
"Oh, no! Are you all right?" she exclaims, and then turns to really take in the conditions of her rescuers. Fortunately, her optics are all back to normal, finally, so that she can.
Battered, scuffed, dented, and scorched, all three of them hardly look factory fresh. Oh, her gallant rescuers, damaged while trying to protect her!
"I'm sorry to have caused so much trouble! Is there anything that I can do?"
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Post by Override on Mar 17, 2009 22:39:25 GMT -5
Override grins at Clipper, and it's a genuine one, despite her state. "I'll be fine, kid. Turns out that sissy-acting jet's packs one heck of a wallop, but it's nothing time, a bit of tweaking, and a nice, long drive won't fix."
As the creature moves from Mirage to the person who is currently helping Override to stand upright, the racer eyes it warily. Her experiences on organic planets is limited, but she likes to hope she wouldn't have flailed about like Mirage did. Still... what a strange beast that is?
"You able to transform and drive, or will you need a ride?" Robots small enough to ride inside of other Transformers also isn't that odd - she has Mini-Cons in her home reality, after all.
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Post by Tracks on Mar 21, 2009 22:42:57 GMT -5
Tracks can't help but quash down a few chuckles at Mirage's state, a teasing remark is pushed down though as the creature drapes itself over him instead. Okay, he sees Mirage's predicament a bit better now as the coils and legs shift and adjust around his chassis. He makes a face at the thing and tastefully tries to ignore it for now. Though the shudders occasionally rolling off Tracks aren't anyone's imagination.
"Override's put it in good terms. We'll be alright," Tracks gives Clipper as much of a bow as he can at the moment. 'Squirmy's' grip tightens around his body as he dips down. "We're just glad that you're okay."
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Post by Mirage on Mar 22, 2009 10:01:25 GMT -5
It is with extremely great relief that Mirage watches the wriggly thing coil itself around Tracks. The spy shudders hard and absently rubs his hand down the arm which the thing had been coiled around, asif trying to clean away the memory. "Blasted insects," he murmurs lowly, "I hate them with a passion."
Mirage radios Tracks privately //Thank you. I'll make it up to you later.//
He then turns to Clipper. "I apologize for my rather unseemly display, but your...pet caught me rather unawares. I will echo the sentiments of my comrades in that we will all be fine, and are glad to have you among us safe and sound, my dear."
With that, Mirage steps back a bit and transforms. "You can ride with me if you're not up to the drive, though I will draw the line at transporting your wriggly friend. I...just can't stomach it, I'm afraid."
Mirage is going to have a lot to make up to Tracks later, he thinks.
OOC: Looks like we're moving toward a scene end. How does everyone feel about doing a time or thread skip to getting back to base at the end of this round or the next?
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Post by Clipper on Mar 22, 2009 23:54:48 GMT -5
"Oh. That's good," Clipper replies to Override with ill-concealed relief. She still feels guilty for causing all of this trouble, though. If only she'd managed to hide before those Des- Decepticons had spotted her, than maybe none of this would have happened.
"Um... I can transform fine," she adds, pausing to stretch the ankle that had been pinned in the rubble before Squirmy had dug it free. It's pretty stiff, and it feels like there's something pinched inside the joint, but it's still quite functional. "But I'm not sure that I could keep up with everyone." Holi hadn't been able to, and he's quicker than she is.
She nods at Tracks, glad that he seems to be accepting Squirmy so gracefully. She's already got something of a soft spot for the creature for helping her out, and doesn't want to see him hurt. "I'm still sorry to have caused so much trouble, though."
"Thank you," she offers Mirage, smiling shyly. He's quite... handsome and dapper when he isn't flailing about like a princess. As is Tracks, who, if those wings on his shoulders are any indication, even flies! How cool is that? And Override, battered though she is, seems so very... strong and confident. Clipper suddenly feels very small and mousy and.... well, young amidst these very capable warriors.
"Well, he's not exactly my pet... He just helped to dig me free when I was caught by the tunnel collapse," Clipper explains. She smiles shakily and nods. "Thank you. I don't want to impose any more than I already have, but I'm afraid that I would slow you all down too much if I didn't."
See? Holi isn't the only young, self-conscious, overly helpful little Micromaster out there. It's something of a racial trait, apparently.
She carefully slides into Mirage's passenger compartment, settling into his seats with a grateful sigh. This has been such a confusing, tiring day, so far, and she is very much looking forward to even a sliver of familiarity.
In other words, she is looking forward to getting to Holi. Soon.
"Thank you, Mirage," she offers, patting his dash gently. "I really appreciate the ride. It's very gentlemanly of you to do this. Are all of the other Autobots as courteous and dashing?"
ooc: Sounds good to me. I'm cool with either suggestion, really. Whatever works/is easier for everyone else.
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Post by Override on Mar 23, 2009 17:05:28 GMT -5
Override shrugs her free arm and shoulder. "Eh. They're people. All in all, they generally have their pumps in the right place, but you get some that are nice, some that are grumpy, some that are rude, some that are courteous... just like any other group of people." She releases her hold on Tracks so that she can drop down into her vehicle mode, and while robot-to-vehicle isn't quite as fast as vehicle-to-robot, the observant might notice that the racer even transforms quickly, although she falls short of, say, a Battlecharger in that department. "Well, if we've got things settled," says the large race car, "I guess it's time to roll!" And with that, she's already off, speeding down the metal highway on her translucent tires. But don't worry, boys - she's driving slow enough to let you guys catch up. Of course, this means that Tracks is stuck with Squirmy, doesn't it? OOC: Either one works for me, but methinks you might want to be getting to the reunion scene soonish.
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