Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 6, 2008 18:43:59 GMT -5
Duskwing stood quietly next to Perceptor, a somewhat lop-sided scowl on his face as he sullenly followed the red Autobot. He was acutely aware of Perceptor's hand on his still-sore wings--and dimly aware that Perceptor very much enjoyed hurting people. He said nothing, oddly silent compared to his first meeting with Rodimus Prime, but his optics blazed with fury.
The scowl vanished as Duskwing lifted his scarred head and looked up at Starscream, Shockwave, Scourge and the others; he watched them intently, without further expression except for a little wry twist to the left side of his mouth.
The dark blue Seeker was not a pretty sight. His new wing-half, opposite wing-tip and right rudder were unpainted, as were the weld seams on his head and patches spotting most of his body. It gave him an oddly leprous look, the unpainted, obviously salvaged and reforged metal gleaming patchily beside his native dark blue and purple and gray. Heat discoloration along the weld lines and patches remained, as did scorched paint on the old surfaces adjacent. His smashed cockpit had simply been plated over with a slab of metal.
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Oracle-3
Cadet
It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
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Post by Oracle-3 on Mar 6, 2008 21:46:17 GMT -5
Having disembarked with Perceptor and the escorted Duskwing, Oracle has no qualms with remaining in the rear of the group and keeping an eye on things from there. Since she highly doubts her charming personality was the reason she was brought along to this little soirée she instead stays on the alert for trouble, in addition to watching Duskwing until the prisoner exchange is officially completed.
Even while keeping alert, some part of her wondered what to expect from these Decepticons. Saying they acted more like the Autobots was one thing, but personality dictated a lot more then a general faction association. Bluestreak and Bumblebee weren't cut from the same cloth after all and both of them were Autobots. Watching and information gathering for the best things to exploit were clearly first priority.
After all, she had orders to be civil. Might as well get something useful out of this if she couldn't have any fun baiting the natives.
Though speaking of baiting the natives... Smirking slightly to herself, Oracle flexes her fingers and glances at the remaining neon pink streaks still clinging to the silver of her own paint job. If nothing else the Decepticons of this world promised some interesting opponents, provided she could talk them into a "friendly" match.
(OOC: Skippable.)
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 6, 2008 22:46:04 GMT -5
Scourge is most equipped of any of these Decepticons to recognise a Rodimus Prime of this sort. Others may have seen their own versions of Rodimus Prime, but they'll find the colours a little off here and there. He knows that frame, those colours and -
//His optics. They are - not blue,// Scourge transmits over Decepticon shortwave, a flick of his antennae belying his surprise.
To the arriving Autobots, this Scourge has a much more professional, martial bearing than the Scourge they would know. His does not slouch insouciantly but stands, straight, tall, and proud.
Inside, however, he is roiling. Why hasn't he killed Sky-Byte yet? He should. Kill Sky-Byte and toss Dead End over his shoulder. Take what he deserves, what is his. Scourge lives with his anger, every day, but now it feels more as if it is he that lives with his anger, as if he only exists on his wrath's sufferance. A slight amount of static emits from him as he tries to crush his fury under his boot, and for all that the battle is metaphorical, there will be dents in the ground where he stood.
Trying to find a focus, he looks over the motorcycle with particular interest, and after a minute or so of trying to recall if any of the metal music that Movor listened to dealthwith names, he asks, "What is your name, Junkion?" He knows what she is, having a vested interest in the matter since meeting Screwdriver, but this Junkion is different. Bigger. Strappier. Chrome windscreen.
Duskwing looks like slag warmed over and must feel about as happy. It seems that Scourge is not so lucky as to be rid of his roommate. Perhaps the Seeker will be in for a good, long stay in the medical ward and therefore out of Scourge's way. Still, that Autobots would dare to do such things to a Decepticon who shares Scourge's space... it rouses his territorial instincts. How would that Perceptor look crucified through the wrists and ankles with broken glass from his own lenses?
Scourge's thoughts, ever dark, are getting more violent than usual. Perhaps someone should be worried.
Still skippable.
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Nightbeat-3
Cadet
Going to make you an offer you can't refuse.
Posts: 49
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Post by Nightbeat-3 on Mar 6, 2008 23:01:32 GMT -5
Nightbeat won't be saying anything yet, now that he's arrived and transformed. Those familiar with his detective counterpart will find few differences, save in how they stand. Whereas the more familiar Nightbeat exudes a certain cockiness, a confidence that puts him at ease at all moments, this Nightbeat has a more agressive body language, the posturing of a grade-A bully
Though he's still sizing up the Decepticons to see just what he would need to do to kill them.
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Eye-fire
Major
In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 7, 2008 6:26:48 GMT -5
The first thing that any of the Autobots that knew a Eye-Fire should recognize about about him is that unlike his look alike, he doesn't jitter or generally act as if he can't keep still.
//What the slag did they do to Duskwing!?// He transmits over the shortwave, balling his one hand into a fist. He reaches over and massages the wrist of his right arm, his gun arm, with his left hand. He's restraining the want to blast one of these Autobots, but barely.
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OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Mar 7, 2008 14:02:45 GMT -5
Rodimus's focus remains on Starscream, on their exchange, but now and then his gaze flits over the other Decepticons, and he gives an impression of searching - waiting to see who will be affected, how, and how much. A faint smile of anticipation over the coming entertainment reaches his lips for a moment, but is pushed down.
"Likewise," Rodimus gestures towards Duskwing, "your Seeker is being returned. I'm afraid that time and resources prevented us from dealing with mere cosmetic concerns, but he is functional, as requested."
He tilts his head faintly. "Perceptor. Bring him forward, so that we can return him to his master." There is neither request nor demand in his tone. Rodimus speaks with the expectation that he will be obeyed, thus making demanding unnecessary.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Mar 8, 2008 0:52:41 GMT -5
//Repaired him.// Shockwave replies to Eye-Fire. Shockwave studies the other Autobots thoughtfully, his gaze lingering a moment on Perceptor. The minibot had seemed to fear the scientist almost as much as his Prime; the idea of that considerable genius unfettered by even a cold morality is...intriguing. Then another form behind Perceptor and Duskwing catches his attention. "I have not seen a Seeker-build wear that emblem in eons. How very interesting 1. That must be the one which engaged Spinister," he murmurs. When the Prime gives his order to Perceptor, Shockwave looks at Starscream. At Starscream's nod 2, Shockwave lays the minibot on the ground so that he can work more easily. It does not take long; Shockwave had thing ready for a quick power-up. He does, however, stay crouching over Synapse, that one hand laid lightly on the minibot's chest in warning. While he does so he radios Needlenose and Starscream: //It would be prudent to give at least the appearance of doing a cursory check over on Duskwing, then Hook can handle the full exam back at base. We need not appear too trusting at the off, after all. Needlenose, you keep your kit with you, yes?// 1 Given the fluctuating nature of allegiances early in DW continuity, it is more than possible that Shockwave has seen an Autobot Seeker before.
2 per talk w/ Starscream's player. And Synapse-3's player can post in at any time.
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Synapse-3
Cadet
It would be a pleasure...
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Post by Synapse-3 on Mar 8, 2008 1:33:18 GMT -5
It is good that Shockwave keeps his hold on Synapse, for the scout's first action upon booting up is an attempt to scramble away from the light pressure exerted over his thoracic region. But then, in factors the lack of visual data from any of his feeds and tracts. Synapse freezes in mid-motion as his situation comes back to him. They're no longer in that lab though, are they? This orientation is horizontal not vertical. The surface beneath him is rough, not cold and smooth.
But it's more than just Decepticons now isn't it? Something tightens in the scout's features as fingers curl with the familiar burn of a strangely comforting and smothering darkness in his CPU. Rodimus Prime, this only happens around Rodimus Prime. So--this time, this feeling is none-too pleasant or relaxing. The Prime is near, he just can't see where.
For a moment, Synapse turns his head in an attempt to catch sight of something. With nothing to detect images with in the first place, everything remains black. An attempt to his radio gives no results as well. Still cut off.
The contact on his person sends uncomfortable roils through his chassis. But uncomfortable roils are nothing compared to the dreaded things that the very near future holds for him. One last shudder and Synapse freezes again.
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Pee-Dee-3
Cadet
"I know his name."
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Mar 8, 2008 16:00:49 GMT -5
Rodimus's aura is running hot and strong. Its influence is almost heady as she surveys the Decepticon, trying to pick out which one will snap first from it.
Oh, the big, black truck wants her name. Has his travels and searchings given him the power to conjure by it? Or does the bearing he hold make him one of the Nazis rather than Dr. Jones?
"As heads is tails," she says as she spreads her hands, "Just call me Lucifer."
Quick as snakes, she cross-grabs the metal tails of a pair of belts on her upper arms and gives them a tug. Red metal rasps through the shiny brass buckles in a semblance of a tightened strap. "For I'm in need of some restraint!"1
The wild grin on her face bares bright, silver 'teeth' - circular sawblades if one recognizes the pattern.
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1. Pee-Dee's entire dialogue is more lines from "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones.
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Post by Bumblebee-3 on Mar 8, 2008 19:35:17 GMT -5
As Perceptor is instructed to bring Duskwing forward, Bumblebee turns to stare at the seeker prisoner. Duskwing is lucky this truce was brokered when it was, there's no telling what Bumblebee might have kicked out before he was satisfied.
And hey. Maybe sometime soon, he'll get to find out.
Once Duskwing passed, he resumed his stance, and waited for his boss' orders.
OOC: Bee is now going to be skippable.
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Starscream
Major
"Sometimes I can almost feel it!"
strangely enough, male.
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Post by Starscream on Mar 8, 2008 19:57:50 GMT -5
Hmm, well, getting Duskwing back is nice, I guess, but really getting him back is NOT the purpose of this exchange. So long as the Autobots get their Synapse back, that's fine.
Starscream involuntarily sneers at Rodimus for a moment. What was that?
Starscream is getting annoyed with Shockwave's constant little suggestions. "Shockwave, if you could quickly examine Duskwing's repairs," He says to his second. Then, turning to Rodimus, all smiles, he says, "Nothing personal, of course."
"Anyway, to business. We have enemies that share similar ideals. We need to obliterate them, starting with 'our' Autobots. Are your troops going to have an issue with killing a form of themselves?"
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Perceptor-3
Rookie
Curiosity killed... everyone else. After a lengthy examination, of course.
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Mar 8, 2008 21:14:32 GMT -5
Perceptor's response to his Prime's order is immediate, though measured and calm as he gives those wings under his guiding hand a subtle little tweak to prod Duskwing forward. He pauses a step behind Rodimus until directed further - no need to appear to challenge his Prime - and awaits further direction.
Across the short distance, Synapse twitches conscious under Shockwave's hands, shifting about as one blind. Intriguing. Perceptor studies his impending subject with inner glee, watching as Synapse finally twitches to stillness, fear written into every motionless line of his structure. Disappointingly weak, but still cleverly aware, is the minibot.
Ripe for Perceptor's tender care. Perfect. The scientist already has plans for his sanctioned new toy.
But Synapse's reactions speak volumes, curious volumes, about Shockwave. What must such a curious world's Shockwave be like? Analytical, but as cold and unemotional as the one he is most familiar with? Or unfettered by foolish moral constraints? Knowledge cares nothing for morality, only for those wise enough to take the steps necessary to gather it.
And what will this Shockwave make of his... adjustments to Duskwing's systems?
He remains silent as his cold blue gaze sweeps across the assembled Decepticons, that hand still resting against his subject's wings, subtly encouraging compliance.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 8, 2008 21:53:47 GMT -5
Duskwing watched his own people intently--and finally noticed Needlenose over there. So he'd gotten out okay! Duskwing suddenly felt a lot better about everything, though he still planned to see these smelt-drooling Autobots dead. He straightened a bit, in spite of the sharp little pain in his right leg when he did so, and gave Needlenose a nod and a lop-sided smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
His roommate looked really pissed off, though. Yeah, well, these freaky Autobots pissed Duskwing off, too, more than Big Scourge could imagine. He glared back at Bumblebee when the yellow thug stopped to stare at him; red optics narrowed slightly and Duskwing gave the Autobot a twisted, predatory smile that said 'You're mine, and I'm going to kill you.'
Synapse's twitching interested Duskwing not at all; he heard Starscream's orders to Shockwave with rather more interest. Shockwave was going to look him over? Huh. High Command did that? Must be some politics thing. Over his paygrade.
Duskwing shrugged off Perceptor's grip on his wing and strode forward, over to Shockwave, head held high as befit a Decepticon warrior. He remembered as he got there his intention to do it right and raised his hand in a Decepticon salute.
"Duskwing reporting, sir," he said, his words abruptly clipped off as if reluctant to expend a single extra syllable.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 8, 2008 21:58:35 GMT -5
"Lucifer, eh?" Scourge answers dubiously. If she is Lucifer, then he is Mordred. Speaking of Mordred, a quick search of the Decepticon database turned up that some Decepticon from slightly in the future with regard to Scourge has uploaded a whole lot of Blind Guardian, including Mordred's Song.
So rather than a sensible reply, Scourge answers with some lyrics of his own, "I am the fallen one, a figure in an old game, no Joker's on my side. I plunged into misery." Here, he withdraws to the Sword of Fury. Scourge has been known to gesture with his sword in polite conversation, as if it was simply a pen, but right now, there seems to be much more menace inherent in Scourge than usual. "I'll turn off the light and murder the dawn." He takes a few steps closer to Pee-Dee, looming. "Turn off the light and murder the dawn."
He raises up the Sword of Fury, and he stands poised. Then, Scourge throws back his head and snarls. Over Decepticon short range, he seethes, //I - I have a temper problem, you may have noticed, but so help me Vector Sigma, I am going to behead someone, anyone, everyone, if I stay here any longer.//
Scourge lowers the Sword of Fury, turns, and stomps away from the group.
Still skippable. Out of thread if not called back by Shockwave or Starscream. Expect to hear perhaps an enraged bellow or two, the crash of windows being punched in, and possibly a few explosions in the distance, if Scourge is allowed to leave.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
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Post by Dead End on Mar 8, 2008 22:05:29 GMT -5
Dead End, who is hidden in cover some distance away with a good line-of-sight to the meeting area, noted Scourges abrupt departure on radar--and heard his radio broadcast, faintly. Oh dear, this wasn't good. He had a job to do: monitor the area for unwanted extra attendees. Still, nothing stopping him from a radio call or two while he did so. --- Skippable, unless unwanted extra attendees show up
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