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Post by Spinister on Feb 24, 2009 22:20:37 GMT -5
OOC: Concurrent with Toto.
there is a sickening snapping sound as one of Spinister's helicopter blade breaks at the root, crashes into his other blades, breaks them, and sending him spiralling into the desert floor.
Remember him having trouble catching up with the jets? Remember that Spinister has weak rotor blades?
Yeah, pushing his engine to try to help his fellow Decepticons is just not a good idea. The lone wolf thing works way better.
Ow.
In a crumpled mess on the sand, Spinister calls to Needlenose, //Blades broke.// A pause. //Again.//
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 1, 2009 17:23:47 GMT -5
After Needlenose (more or less) calls the retreat in the search for the Micromaster, he flies over towards Spinister's co-ordinates. Bah. The little Autobot isn't worth all that trouble... and he's probably dead, anyway.
The jet transforms and lands near Spinister, limping the rest of the distance, while his Nebulans transform and take their places magnetically at his hips. He surveys the damage and shakes his head.
"Pretty good for someone who didn't even get to see the enemy."
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Post by Spinister on Mar 2, 2009 15:57:18 GMT -5
The helicopter's infrared sensors report a fast, hot blip. Spinister groans and transforms, curling in on himself before lurching over into a ditch to take cover.
He would cloak, but a) there is very obvious wreckage right nearby and b) he's pretty sure that's Needlenose.
Spinister still have to make an effort, though. Hairsplitter transforms, pops up, and comments, "He is how many million years old now, and they still cannot make a proper set of blades for him?"
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 4, 2009 17:32:04 GMT -5
Needlenose sure is a hot blip!
"He keeps getting his repairs done by hacks," Needlenose answers Hairsplitter casually, not showing any surprise as Hairsplitter pops out from the ditch. He coolly sashays in that direction. "Don't know why. It's almost like he prefers to get repaired by the dunces."
He props one leg up on the ledge of the ditch, rests his wrist on it, and leans forward to peer down at Spinister. "So, you going to actually let a tech with class touch you this time around?"
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Post by Spinister on Mar 5, 2009 20:01:57 GMT -5
Hairsplitter points out, "You did his repairs last, if I recall correctly, and I always do."
Spinister narrows his optics at Hairsplitter and sighs, pulling himself out of the trench. He turns around, showing his broken blades. "Can you fix it here, or do I need to walk back?"
Half-joking, but only half. Spinister would do it.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 5, 2009 20:52:58 GMT -5
"I did /basic/ repairs," Needlenose sniffs, "and when I offered to do more in depth work, I was turned down." He leans forward to examine Spinister's blades. "Although, as awesome as I am, I have to admit, Hook's probably a better choice for a blade redesign. I'm a circuit man, myself."
He falls silent for a moment, then reaches forward, attempting to grab Spinister by the waist to pull him closer. He's not attempting cuddles, however - he still tries to leave himself room to work. "I should be able to get it done out here," he explains.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 7, 2009 9:18:42 GMT -5
Quieted by Spinister, Hairsplitter doesn't even argue and instead simply watches. Singe stays hiding in the ditch.
Spinister allows himself to be pulled closer, perhaps even trusting of Needlenose, perhaps just confident that, even in his condition, he can deal with any treachery on the part of Needlenose. He is a docile, compliant patient, either way, giving Needlenose no reason to poke and prod unduly.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 7, 2009 14:47:20 GMT -5
Once or twice, Needlenose does still poke and prod unduly, anyway, although it's always with a light, teasing touch. Generally, though, he's unusually professional, summoning his kit, examining the breakage, making use of a small spot welder and other bonding agents to get the blades back in workable condition.
"This isn't a long term solution, Spinister, and I'd suggest you fly low," he murmurs, tone switching to serious. "That way, if it breaks again, you don't have as far to fall. But this should get you back to base, where you can get some permanent repairs."
A quick brush at Spinister's right shoulder that isn't strictly required, and Needlenose adds, "Either way, I'm flying escort for you home."
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Post by Spinister on Mar 8, 2009 8:32:22 GMT -5
Spinister only needed basic repairs, and he narrows his optics at Needlenose's insinuation that he needed anything more, but he does not flick his blades in annoyance, knowing that his blades are being operated upon.
He bears the poking and prodding without complaint, without much of a reaction at all, even at the light, teasing touches, most frustratingly. Spinister, does, however, lean into the brush at his shoulder.
It's a shame he isn't more experienced in these matters. There are so many comments about escorts that he could have made, if only he knew. All he does is turn and regard Needlenose with flat, glassy optics that can't quite hide his gratitude (and perhaps something more), and he transforms, hesitantly, testing out his blades.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 8, 2009 11:03:53 GMT -5
Needlenose steps back to let Spinister transform, his fingers brushing once along the blade of his partner's alternate mode before moving out of the way entirely. Once cleared, he crouches, then leaps into the air and hovers in robot mode, once again enjoying the antigravs that association with these other-world Decepticons has granted him. He watches, attitude casual, hiding both concern for friend and nervousness over the delicate, on the spot repairs.
"Well?" he asks.
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Post by Spinister on Mar 8, 2009 11:22:11 GMT -5
Spinister hasn't had anti-gravs installed, and he seems to have absolutely no desire to do so. Perhaps that is odd, if one really thinks about it.
He thoughtfully waits for Needlenose to draw away before slowly spinning up his blades, testing the spot repairs. Spinister thinks that they'll hold. He lifts off gently, flying both low and slow.
Spinister replies, since Needlenose seems to want one, "Thanks."
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 8, 2009 13:29:31 GMT -5
Needlenose was actually just wanting to know how well his repairs were holding up, but a thanks? Even better! His antennae and wings perk up. "Hey, no problem, sweet stuff!" he answers before transforming to accompany Spinister back home.
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