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Post by Mirage on Mar 29, 2009 23:44:23 GMT -5
When Mirage, Override, and Tracks get within a short distance of what is passing for camp, Mirage sends out a radio call.
//We will be arriving momentarily with our new Micromaster. I thought perhaps I would bring her to <coordinates near one of the lesser used tunnel entrances>//
To his comrades, the spy adds, "Would you two like to come with, or no?"
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Post by Holi on Mar 30, 2009 20:37:58 GMT -5
By the time Mirage's group arrives at that entrance, there will be a small and rather antsy welcoming party waiting for them. Holi, tucked behind an outcropping, watches anxiously, far too wound-up over the incoming group to remember that he really should answer Mirage's hail. He'll probably end up sick from fidgeting back and forth so much, stirring up his fuel tank this whole time, but it's rather hard to care about that. He's far too busy worrying about his fellow Autobots. And Clipper. They're bringing Clipper along.
He really needs to calm down. What a horrible greeting it would be if he passed out from nerves! It could only be worse if the rest of his patrol was here to mock him endlessly for it – and they would, too. They always love picking at him.
Or… they did, anyway. Holi stills and looks at some undefined point on the ground, expression solemn. It only lasts a moment; he has friends and comrades here to worry about, too. His patrol are with the Supreme Commander. They'll be fine.
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Post by Override on Mar 30, 2009 22:59:51 GMT -5
"Oh, I think the two little Micro natives might need a bit of alone time. You know, for catch up," Override answers cheerfully as she rolls along ahead. From a completely neutral perspective, the comment might seem odd, as she hasn't even spoken to the other native from her homeworld since that first, poorly-ended radio conversation.
"I'll catch all of you later! Right now, I really need to let loose and roll!" With that, she peels off onto a side road and speeds into the distance.
OOC: In and out of thread!
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 31, 2009 22:10:06 GMT -5
Grimlock comes lumbering in, in dinosaur mode, and spots Holi. Grimlock, unlike the Micromaster is out in the open. And he leans over to peer down at Holi, confused.
"Why Holi hide? Me Grimlock thought Holi sound happy to meet girl who talk funny!"
And if you're excited, you don't hide! At least, in Grimlock's book you don't. You hug them until they need a complete chassis transplant.
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Post by Tracks on Mar 31, 2009 23:18:44 GMT -5
"Oh, I have a drop off to make as well. I'll be coming along with you to the get-together, no doubt about that." Tracks guns in after Mirage, still pointedly trying to ignore the feeling of legs pricking and tightening repeatedly against his interior and around the leather of his driver seat.
So rolls the battered Corvette and his balled up passenger.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 1, 2009 8:55:11 GMT -5
"Enjoy your drive, dear lady. This planet has some lovely roads," Mirage calls to Override as she splits off. To Tracks he adds, "Ah, yes, the bug. I owe you a detailing for that one, love."
Holi is out of sight, but it's hard to miss the lumbering Dinobot near the entrance and Mirage sighs. He can't quite keep the annoyance out of his tone.
"That would be Grimlock, Clipper. Big, strong, and from a reality that values brawn over brains. He means well enough. Do not let him spook you"
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Post by Clipper on Apr 1, 2009 11:34:18 GMT -5
They're almost there, back where Hol-- Where all of the other Autobots are supposed to be. Clipper has to concentrate to maintain that calm, cool appearance she's been putting back together for the whole ride. It hasn't been easy, really. Between the scenery and anticipation, it's been hard not to just sit and fidget the whole way back.
She's concentrating so hard on being proper and composed, in fact, that she doesn't even respond when Mirage makes his transmission, only snapping to attention when he addresses her. They're there? They're there!
Clipper scoots to the edge of her seat, leaning forward to peer ahead eagerly. Grimlock is, indeed, hard to miss. "Oh, my... He's so large!" Hadn't there been rumors about some Destrons plaguing Micro's sector recently that looked an awful lot like this Grimlock? The... oh, the Dinoforce. Hopefully they weren't as huge as this mech! "He's really an Autobot?"
Try as she might, though, she does not spot the one person she had been waiting and hoping most anxiously to see. A welcoming party of one, and not even the right one. Perhaps Holi was out on patrol?
So. He couldn't even bother to wrangle time away to come see her arrive. Well. The nerve. See if she gives him the time of day the next time he dares to show up!
Cycling a quick ventilation to settle her fuel pump, she settles back into her seat again, hands folded primly across her lap. Not much further at all.
Which is good. She refuses to let dashing Mirage or Tracks see her cry.
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Post by Holi on Apr 1, 2009 21:42:47 GMT -5
As if Holi needed any more reasons to stress.
"Grimlock, sir," he hisses, lurching out to grab at the Dinobot's nose as if to pull him down and out of sight, "be quiet! I'm – I'm not not happy, but–" But the last time he saw Clipper, he was so desperate that he drove up an escalator and walked face-first into a door. He deserved to have that door slammed in front of him; he was being embarrassing not only to himself, but to her, too. And now… now he's dingey and dusty and so utterly, totally uncool that he'll be shocked if she doesn't turn her nose up at him and walk right on by.
He really hopes she doesn't, though.
"But I'm a mess," he laments, trying to look Grimlock in the eyes. "I look… scruffy. You know?" And Clipper isn't impressed by a scruffy boyfriend!
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 2, 2009 0:21:38 GMT -5
Grimlock urks, wobbling over on one foot as Holi tugs on him. Grimlock isn't so easily toppled, just took off-guard by the Micromaster.
"So what if you a mess? Being clean is for snooty Autobots!" Grimlock snorts, stamping his foot back down, and raising up.
...taking Holi with him, pulling the Rescue Team Commander into view. Then, he jerks his head upward on his neck joint, causing the Micromaster to land on top of his head.
"Besides, we stuck underground. We going to get dirty! We have stuff to do that more important than being shiny."
Grimlock taps on his chin with his claws, pondering. "Probably good thing Sunstreaker not here. Him not cut out for rough like this. Anyway... me Grimlock say it not important! You not dirty from playing - you dirty from work!" Grimlock nods, probably causing the Micromaster to almost-fall.
Grimlock then straightens up, waving with one arm. "So, no hiding. Me Grimlock say have courage!"
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Post by Tracks on Apr 2, 2009 10:47:50 GMT -5
"I'll be counting on you for that." There's a slight hum in the 'vette's voice and suddenly the presence of that prickly grip is a little more tolerable. A promised detailing is always a bit of a pick-up from anything.
"Ah, quite the welcoming party isn't it?" Grimlock and that little bot--Holi, yes? Yes. Lucky Tracks isn't versed in reading dino-jaws because Grimlock's comments would have put him back into an off-mood. Though yes, it is a good thing that Sunstreaker isn't here, heavens forbid!
He speeds up to Mirage's side, giving Clipper curious glance. "Is everything alright, miss?"
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Post by Mirage on Apr 2, 2009 22:24:05 GMT -5
"Oh,bother." Mirage may be in car mode, but his tone still screams facepalm as he watches the tiny Holi get lifted into view. "Yes, he is an Autobot. Always was, in his reality. But he is no less troublesome than my own."
The cavalier spy has also noticed Clipper's change in mood, but refrains from commenting. He's seen this before, when partners are reunited after a separation. Calling attention to her discomfiture would only embarrass her more....and Mirage will have to make a point of giving Tracks some lessons in social tact.
Mirage comes to a rather showy stop a short distance from the Dinobot and the Micromaster, his passenger compartment opening so that Clipper might exit when she is ready.
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Post by Clipper on Apr 2, 2009 22:46:55 GMT -5
If Clipper knew that Holi had been hiding because he was worried about being scruffy... Well, that would only serve to remind her that she isn't much better off, herself. Granted, she had been freshly washed that morning... or whenever it had been that she'd been on Micro, but she's also just spent the last little bit crawling around in, for all intents and purposes, a storm sewer. And getting blown up and buried and shot at and tangled around, and all manner of other things that has left her rather worse for wear in the paint department, too. It's amazing that Mirage had allowed her inside, really. Maybe he's just hoping for a little... reciprocity on that detailing with Tracks.
That's all quite the furthest thing from her mind, however, when she spots Grimlock hoisting a rather familiar body into view. Oh, Mirage - and Tracks, for that matter - should be getting quite the little show, now. How that too-cool and proper expression melts into a radiantly warm little smile. But only for a moment or two, when Tracks suddenly reminds her that she is not alone, and then it's back to that proper little look of polite interest - but with a new sparkle in her optics, and a tension in her frame that Mirage can probably feel through his seats.
"Hmm? Oh. Oh, yes. Quite fine," she replies, smiling over at the other Autobot. "Back on Micro, there have been reports of a group of very bad Destrons attacking worlds in Micro's sector. They're called the Dinoforce, I believe."
She pointedly does not mention the Captain of the Rescue Patrol who is valiantly trying to hold onto the head of the dinosaur somewhat under discussion. Probably because they're just pulling up, of course.
As Mirage's door swings open to allow her to disembark, Holi is suddenly not the only Micromaster present who is aware of their "scruffy" state. A brief expression of dismay flits across Clipper's features as she surreptitiously tries to brush away the dust and scuffs and outright scrapes to her paint as she daintily steps out.
And then, it's all she can do to pretend to take a good look around, instead of calling up to Holi.
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Post by Holi on Apr 4, 2009 14:13:22 GMT -5
Holi is not an acrobat. He can't help his surprised wail as he finds himself weightless over Grimlock's head so many meters off the ground and he's glad to latch back on even though it means bellyflopping. He sprawls gratefully, with a forlorn, long-suffering look on his face.
"Grimlock, sir," he whines, "that isn't the point…!" Has Grimlock ever had a girlfriend? Would he understand?
…Probably not, Holi decides with a very defeated sigh. He resigns himself to a greeting wave at Tracks and Mirage as they pull up. Then Mirage pops open his cabin and Holi remembers with a start just who's with them. He gives Grimlock's head a solid, urgent nudge.
"Let me down, please!" A more imperative push. He'll jump down if he has to, but that could end badly. "Quickly, please!"
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Post by Grimlock on Apr 4, 2009 22:52:52 GMT -5
Grimlock doesn't need a girlfriend!
Plus, who would have him? He's not quite love-capable.
"What the point, then?" he asks, but then the pretty-bots show up, and Holi starts nudging and shoving. Grimlock looks back slightly, grumbling. "No need to push, me Grimlock hear you first time" he says, leaning down low, so Holi can jump down.
Once Holi dismounts, Grimlock raises up, but not much, so he can get a look a good link at the little pink robot.
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Post by Tracks on Apr 6, 2009 0:05:03 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad that the Dinobots are on our side." Very glad.
Social tact? Is it not proper for someone to have concern over another? Mayhaps Tracks needs to learn how to inquire about these things in a better manner, but for the moment, it seems to be a fine thing to the 'vette. Clipper's answer and look is enough to satisfy Tracks's concern though and he swerves to a stop--his occupant making it very plainly known that the quick halt isn't appreciated. As soon as the door is open, the creature unwinds itself from around Tracks's interior (oh the marks!) and scurries out in search of a less distressing perch.
Tracks transforms right away and passes a relieved hand over his brow before passing the little group a slight salute. "Well, I'll leave you all to catch up."A gleaming smile--even if its owner is no longer quite so passable.
OOC: And Tracks exits unless stopped
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