Emirate Xaaron-3
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Ate you alive since you were a child/That's when the monster first appeared in you
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Post by Emirate Xaaron-3 on Feb 14, 2008 13:03:29 GMT -5
There is a part of Emirate Xaaron that deeply wants to spike the kiddy punch. However, the worst he could do is taking some of the high grade and putting it in the kiddy punch. Also, he thinks there are too many people paying attention to the punch at the moment.
Some days, he fails at bringing chaos.
Looking around, he sees that Swerve is over there with Mirage and Pee-Dee. As much as he'd like to take the pleasure of the company of the red car, he can't shake the associations his mind has with the rusted motorcycle. No Swerve for him right now.
He looks around, trying to decide who could really use a Devourist in his or her life right now...
OOC: If anyone particularly wants to talk to Xaaron-3, feel free to corner him in a new thread or shoot me a PM. Otherwise, he's skippable.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 14, 2008 20:04:34 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron replies, //I do apologise for not checking with you earlier. However, I was thinking that we might both do speeches and that we might also ask Botanica to do one. I teind to propose a toast when my speech is over, and I would like you to do the same. Hopefully Botanica will get the idea.//
To those who have never met an Autobot quite like Xaaron, he is unashamedly devious, cunning enough to make a Decepticon blush. Emirate Xaaron would like to see the alternate Swerve lit off his aft, ready to talk about the horrors he is seen. Emirate Xaaron will not be coddled; if he is to fight monsters, he will know them by tooth and claw, not mere silhouette. He cannot think of an Autobot here who would set this Swerve at ease. Instead, he is hoping that Swerve's apparent politeness will force him into the toast and again - and again.
Hopeful that Rodimus Prime will agree to multiple speeches, Emirate Xaaron stalks off in determined fashion to snag himself a drink. He doesn't touch it now, but he intends to knock it back completely at the end of his speech.
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Oracle
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The future is always in motion.
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Post by Oracle on Feb 14, 2008 20:30:48 GMT -5
Seems like Skyfire was really trying to do that whole guest of honor thing right, and Oracle smiled and gave him a brief wave in return when he called her name. "Skyfire, good to see you." He has a lot of other people to greet though, so she quickly returns to scanning the room.
Noticing Skyblast when she hears her name, she perks up further. "Skyblast, hi!" It only takes her a moment to start heading over in his direction, weaving around the other guests between them. Sounds like he wanted the other flier to join them, and honestly she was all for it. Other then seeing him around she hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to Slingshot yet. This seemed like a pretty good environment for an introduction to her. Looked like Skyblast had even brought the drinks she had been trying to talk herself out of having. Well she supposed she could nurse one, there would probably be toasts anyway.
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(OOC: Splitting into another thread with Skyblast and possibly Slingshot sounds good to me.)
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Wheelie
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Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Feb 14, 2008 21:24:52 GMT -5
At Rodimus's prompting, Wheelie puts the glasses down and finds himself a place in the crowd to watch what's going on. Eventually, he hears Skyfire talk about Quintesson technology.
"You found something made by faces five? Wheelie's see plenty and he's still alive. He may not know much, but sure he's no dope. Let him look, maybe he'll have answers he hopes?"
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Feb 14, 2008 21:27:30 GMT -5
Arcee returns Pee-Dee's jaunty wave, and exchanges greetings with Skyfire, before settling back to relax... and still keep a careful eye on the other Xaaron.
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OOC: Arcee is skipable unless specially needed, as is Wheelie for that matter
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Post by Kup on Feb 14, 2008 22:24:41 GMT -5
Kup arrives in alternate mode, rolling up the ramp at a moderate pace. He transforms, and gives everyone an easy smile of greeting. The refreshments are given a look, but it's too early for that, and there are the alternate Autobots to be watched. He moves to be part of the crowd, and turns to look expectantly towards the Emirate, the Prime, and the Scientist.
OOC: In and out. I'm just establishing Kup as here. Long Haul's arrival can be assumed, as well.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 14, 2008 22:30:42 GMT -5
Rodimus's smile brightens and takes on an amused aspect as he hears Emirate Xaaron's plan. //I'm sure I can come up with something to say, Emirate Xaaron,// he chuckles over the radio. Of course, with that many toasts, a good many of their Autobots will find themselves quite toasty in short order, too. But is that a bad thing? Look how much these people are already enjoying themselves. They needed this. They needed a chance to unwind, and watching them do it warms the Prime to his core.
//Well, whenever you're ready,// he invites as he waves to Kup and some of the other latecomers.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 14, 2008 22:50:37 GMT -5
//Wasn't going to miss a party,// Slingshot radios back to Skyfire. //And whaddaya mean this is all my fault?//
Still, it's good the big guy sounds happy. Slingshot himself sounds more calmed down than he has in the last little while.
Then Skyblast summons him. Well, okay, calls for him and grabs a drink for him. That's as good as a summons as any. Better'n most of the ones that started with "Aerialbots, scramble!".
Time to saunter over and claim his drink. Maybe meet their friendly-fire accident waiting to happen. "Yo, Skyblast!"
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Slingshot's good for a flier thread.
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Grimlock
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There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Feb 14, 2008 23:23:06 GMT -5
"Me Grimlock no like Quintessons. Them ugly, and them capture Kup and Hot Rod!"
Grimlock grumbles a bit, and then looks over at Wheelie when he chimes in. "Me agree with Wheelie, him good at spotting Quintesson things!" He crouches down, patting the smaller 'bot on the shoulder, with one of those grins that one can't really see behind a faceplate.
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Skyfire
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I'm a scientist, not a....
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Post by Skyfire on Feb 15, 2008 0:12:21 GMT -5
Skyfire gave a friendly wave to the Other Xaaron as he drifted around, and to the Other Swerve and Mirage as they arrived.
"Actually," he told Wheelie, "that's a good idea. After we recover from the party, remind me to have you come by the lab and look at the 3-D reconstruction of the probe. Maybe you can tell us something about it."
"Did they, Grimlock? Remind me to ask Kup to tell the story, since he was there," Skyfire said to Grimlock. "If you don't mind hearing him tell it again," Skyfire added.
Skyfire replied to Slingshot, // Slingshot, that afternoon I spent exploring the island with you convinced me that whatever else you may be, you weren't like the Decepticons I worked with. It's hard to explain... but I could connect with you in a way I couldn't connect with them, because we're... the same kind of people. I wasn't their kind of people, and they weren't my kind of people; I never fit in over there. //
Speaking of fitting in somewhere.... // Ah, Emirate Xaaron? Just what am I supposed to do for this ceremony? // he radioed Emirate Xaaron privately.
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Jazz
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SugarSugarBoozeSugarSugarBoozeSugarSugar!
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Post by Jazz on Feb 16, 2008 0:08:39 GMT -5
Someone's going to end up with that proverbial lampshade on his head by the end of this.
Maybe Jazz should just put it on, and get that question out of the way... but then again, Optimus's second couldn't be /that/ irresponsible, could he?
Nah. Though it is quite an intriguing selection that lies before him at the 'bar'. And curiousity /is/ one of his downfalls... (OK, so distractability is worse. He's probably forgotten he was going to get Skyfire a drink at this point). So a sip of this. A sip of that.
And then finding an empty container to mix a few of the ones he's sampled in... and... Tasting. Interesting flavor. Jazz grins. Almost like going to his favorite bar back home-- except he's doing the mixing. And once he has two containers, Jazz turns around to find his first victi-- er-- buddy to confirm that he is all that is awesome at pouring stuff in a jar.
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Evac
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"Come with me if you want to live."
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Post by Evac on Feb 17, 2008 0:26:37 GMT -5
A party? Of course Evac's there! He's only sorry he arrived too recently to have been involved in the planning of the party. Back before they'd been driven off Cybertron, he'd been well known for his ability to organize a party a moment's notice.
And hey, over there, is that? It is! Jazz is looking pretty good for a dead 'bot. Granted, he'd already that some of the particulars explained to him, but he hadn't yet had time to talk to him. So he walks over to where the smaller Autobot is and offers a half salute in greeting.
"Good to see you, Jazz."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 17, 2008 12:07:34 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron radios back to Skyfire, //There will be a few speeches and toasts, you'll get your symbol or symbols – think about how many and where you want them. Some fliers go for one on either wing, some go for one on the chest, some go for all three, but there's nothing to say you can't put your symbol on your knee, if you so desire. After your symbol is painted on, you'll be given a ceremonial drink from that chalice, but feel free to imbibe of less symbolic refreshments prior.//
He takes his drink and he finds a spot where people should be able to see him decently well, if they care to watch. Emirate Xaaron may be short, but he has presence. He raises his free hand and snaps his fingers three times to try to get attention. Then, he leaves his hand up and open for a moment.
Emirate Xaaron at last drops his hands to his side, and he begins, "It has been a matter of some debate if a machine can truly know another person, short of telepathy or a mind leech, of course." The corners of his mouth curve up in a bit of dark humour. "Everyone comes from such different perspectives, such varied contexts, without the same experience, it can seem impossible how one could hope to understand another.
"Never has it been truer here. Even those who some from similar realities are displaced in time. Friends become enemies, and yet, enemies also become friends. We would seem to be fundamentally alone and alien.
"There is a tendency to try to destroy that which we do not understand, but we have not done that here. Instead, we have reached out to each other, across the aeons and the universes, and we have come together, not to destroy, but to protect and build. We have come to together to understand each other. We have come together to understand ourselves.
"So as long as you understand your place as here with us, we will be delighted to have you, Skyfire. Welcome to the Autobots! Cheers to our newest Autobot!"
With that, Emirate Xaaron knocks back his drink. Being a war-mongering, gas-guzzling tank may be politically incorrect in fair Iacon, but it has its advantages, some days, especially when fair Iacon is stars and a memory away. He could have gone for platitudes about freedom and fighting the good fight, he supposes, but there is time enough for those another day. Today, something a little more a personal, a little more relevant, was in order. He hopes he did not disappoint.
Emirate Xaaron moves off to the side and looks pointedly over at Rodimus Prime, nodding for him to go.
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Wheelie
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Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Feb 17, 2008 23:16:08 GMT -5
Wheelie cranes his next to continue peering up at the much taller Skyfire. "If you're ever in need, just give a yelp. I'll come running, Wheelie's happy to help."
True, it's not like he can read Quintesson--or much Cybertronian for that matter--but he's seen enough of their horrible creations for longer than he cares to remember. If they've built it, the odds are that he can tell them what it is.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 18, 2008 1:53:21 GMT -5
When the Emirate knocks back his drink, Rodimus takes a long draught of his own. Then, when Xaaron steps aside, the Prime takes center-stage, so to speak. He smiles shyly at the crowd, and glances down at his drink, and at his feet. Then he lifts his gaze.
"Since anything I'm about to say wouldn't have been bad enough on its own, now I've got to follow his act," he grins, a slight laugh to his tone, and gestures towards Emirate Xaaron with his head. Then he pulls in a breath and takes a moment, composing his thoughts.
"In my home reality, we had something called the Rite of the Autobrand. It's... really a newer ceremony than a lot of people realize. I mean, don't get me wrong. It's older than I am. Older than Hot Rod was. But once upon a time, all Cybertronians were known as Autobots. Then, all Cybertronians who weren't Decepticons were Autobots. But eventually, even that wasn't enough. Those who simply weren't for the Decepticons were the Neutrals. To be called an Autobot you had to be willing to stand and fight for what you believed in, as much so as the Decepticons did, though where they sought conquest, we sought freedom. The right of all beings to choose their own course. No one was asked to stand and fight with us, to be a part of us, who did not share these beliefs, but none who weren't willing to do so were allowed to wear the Autobrand. Being an Autobot became something special. A matter of choice, not mere creation. It is by choice that a Cybertronian joins, and by choice that a Cybertronian stays.
"Of course, most people had made their choices long before I became Prime. In the ten years I've carried the Matrix of Creation, I've not once had the opportunity to oversee the Rite of the Autobrand." He looks, for a moment, much older and more worn than his age would suggest. Then, with a bright and infectious smile directed towards Skyfire, the tiredness, and the Boy Prime who had been forged of the raw material that was Hot Rod stands there in all the glory of his youthful strength. "This is different from the traditional Rite. A new ceremony for a new reality, and new friends. But the welcome is just as heartfelt as it would have been in my home. Thank you, Skyfire, for giving me the opportunity to welcome you into the Autobots."
He raises his glass. "Cheers, Skyfire." And then he knocks back his drink.
When he's finished, he looks back at the crowd. "Of course, we're not just Autobots here. We also have new friends... descendants pulled from potential tomorrows are now among our number, individuals who have seen the conflicts we have suffered draw to a close. The Maximals. Among them is the acting head of Em-Ess-Eee, the division to which you will be assigned." He steps aside, as though to clear an area, and inclines his head towards the Plantformer. "Botanica?"
Hopefully she'll take the hint.
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