Shortround
Minor
Breaker of the Fourth Wall
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Post by Shortround on Mar 23, 2008 21:07:37 GMT -5
Shortround continues busying himself with things that have nothing to do with anything, while listening into what is going on. As long as he isn't needed to do anything, who really cares what he does?
Skippable
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Post by Hook on Mar 26, 2008 14:00:17 GMT -5
"No, it's not going to shock you," Hook answers, the only interjection he has for the rambling report Duskwing is giving.
Without his chest armor in the way, the damage done to Duskwing's internals is fully visible. To someone with minimal medical engineer training, the repairs are clearly wrong. Internal components impinge on each other, hinder movement and full functionality, deliver pain in dribs and drabs. One such mistake would be ignorable by the patient. As many as are visible, and constant low-level pain rides the jet as surely as the jet rides the winds.
Hook sees with optics made clear by training and experience; these are not badly done repairs. This is an exquisitely done system of torment.
Low simmering anger wells in Hook's mind, and his frown becomes a touch harder. Whoever has done this will be built into a wall. How dare they inflict Duskwing on him for a moment longer than was necessary!
Hook glances over his shoulder and raises his voice, "Starfighter! Finish up there as soon as you can and get over here. Scourge! Prep the fabricator for parts-" The string of numbers may come too fast even for someone in Engineering to separate them into individual components.
The Constructicon turns back to Duskwing. The cockpit getting plated over suggests high amounts of damage there, but replacing cockpit glass required giving Scourge an entirely different set of orders. Minimal damage to the chest, otherwise. High damage to the lower legs, extremely high damage to the wings, and high damage to the head. Mostly replaced but warped.
Hook selects a diamond-headed cutter from his toolkit. Whoever did this likely disabled the pop-mechanism on the wings, and the Constructicon would be damned if he risked shoving a hot laser-cutter through a misplaced fuel line.
He does not tell Duskwing this will hurt or not hurt as the Constructicon begins the laborious process of cutting open his right wing. The Seeker can hopefully figure it out for himself.
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Ratbat
Cadet
I would have gotten away with it too, if not for those meddling kids!
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Post by Ratbat on Mar 26, 2008 16:19:06 GMT -5
Ratbat will continue working on his plans. He's got passive and non-passive systems, depending on the materials on hand and what could reasonably be gathered.
Now to check the supplies...
ooc: going skippable
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Post by Scourge (BW) on Mar 26, 2008 22:17:21 GMT -5
Ah, orders. Interrupting his hobby time. That can be expected, though, and Scourge is off to the replicator, entering the numbers provided.
"On it, boss." Hopefully Hook will pick them up himself. It might be somewhat difficult for Scourge to carry Seeker-bits.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 27, 2008 11:48:23 GMT -5
If this was a normal day, Starfighter might have kept his head down and gone back to work. But he's fresh from being called a coward and it's still pushing him to do foolish things.
"Y..you really shouldn't insult the person taking you apart," he comments quietly. "I might make a mistake or lose something important." He leans over and pretends to be typing something important, watching the almost-finished scans for objects of note.
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Counterpunch
Minor
The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
What're you looking at?
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 27, 2008 13:25:06 GMT -5
Unfortunately, objects of note in Counterpunch's system tend to be so well hidden that even a top-notch technician would have trouble recognizing them,1 and Starfighter is not exactly top-notch.
It doesn't help that Counterpunch continues to be distracting.
"What is that, a threat?" he demands angrily.
1 From the 'Weapons and Special Abilities' section of Counterpunch's wiki entry: Internally, subspace is used to store some of the excess parts, and his second-robot-mode circuitry is designed to be both carefully hidden and tamper proof. The subspace activators are designed subtly, and all look like parts of other systems. When being repaired, it would take a highly skilled and observant technician who is specifically looking for something out of place to tell they are not repairing an ordinary Autobot or Decepticon.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 27, 2008 17:09:30 GMT -5
Hook looked awfully angry about something, and since he was staring at Duskwing's damages, Duskwing was convinced that it was him Hook was angry at. He scowled, trying to think what he'd done to annoy Hook--oh wait, he was supposed to be telling him what happened.
Duskwing looked confused for a moment. "Where was I? Oh yeah. When I came back online, dat crazy circus-wagon Prime ripped my cockpit open and smashed it in and zapped me when he was asking questions. And he punched me in da face, but he didn't do all the damage dere. All he did was mess my face up some. He's got some serious heat-damage in his emo-processors, gotta tell ya. Likes pulling skin off slow to make you feel it. Did it to me, saw him do it to his own guy, dat little green mini-bot. His own guy!"
Then Hook sliced his wing open.
"HEY!" Duskwing yelped in pain; it felt like it had when Perceptor went at it with a laser scalpel. "Whaddaya mad at me for? I'm telling you what happened like you said!"
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Post by Hook on Mar 27, 2008 19:00:36 GMT -5
"I am not angry." A pause; Hook most definitely is angry. "At you. However, whatever reprobate did these unrepairs has demonstrated himself to be malicious enough that I am going to assume standard disablement of pain sensors will cause something even more unpleasant. Now keep giving your report- it will take your mind off the wings."
Once the wing is cut open fully, Hook lifts the slab of it off and scowls at what is revealed. Yes, it looked like he would have to completely undo and redo the repairs already done.
Someone would suffer for this.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on Mar 28, 2008 11:23:12 GMT -5
Scourge punches in the last digit. "Got your parts all keyed up, boss. Awaiting additional instruction." Scourge hopes said instruction will be something along the lines of 'that's all for now', so he can get back to things more interesting than preparing parts. On the other hand, assisting on some actual repairs would be good, too. He's a mad scientist. He's really not too hard to please.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 28, 2008 11:41:22 GMT -5
"Coulda been," Starfighter mutters as he starts putting Counterpunch's armor back on. This was a really, really bad idea.
But then again Hook would be annoyed if he got damaged, so backup is good.
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Counterpunch
Minor
The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
What're you looking at?
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 28, 2008 16:00:14 GMT -5
Counterpunch, armor half-off, starts to lunge in Starfighter's direction, a slight growl issuing from his voice synthesizer as he does. However, he manages to reign in his temper before making contact or, miraculously, doing damage to himself. Then he grunts.
"Some other time," he mutters, as he assists Starfighter in the replacement of his armor.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 28, 2008 16:49:26 GMT -5
"Oh. Dat was Per-what-his-name. Red-bot with the scope thingy on his shoulder. He's your repro-repro---what you said. Reprobate." Duskwing winced as Hook lifted the wing off, but he didn't cry out. As long as it wasn't him Hook was mad at....
"So you think dat guy booby-trapped me? Is dat why his slagged-up hack-job repairs feel all outta whack?" Duskwing wasn't going to say 'hurts all the time'; that sounded like whining. Weaklings whined.
"Anyway, psycho-clown pissed me off, so I told him what I thought of him and his pack of losers. Then he says somethin' about the Commander and him arranging a truce and tells wasp-face--that's the black and yellow nutjob--to 'restrain' me and not do any 'unnecessary' damage, and you know what that means. Dat plastic-lightbulb-core of an Autoboob did all the damage to my head. Hit me with his gun and knocked me offline again. I'm gonna kill him," Duskwing said.
"When I come back online again, I'm in the back of a truck with that failed drone repairman, Red-bot working on me, and the gray jet what looks sorta like the Commander holding me down. You know they got an Autobot jet? Well, they do. Whole left side of my head is pretty much offline--optic, audial dead, and my vocalizer is all staticy, but not like it got after that walking pile of scrap what is going to be fed into a smelter one piece at a time worked on me. I'm gonna kill him too. He screwed up my vocalizer first thing right after I told him what I thought of his going at my wing with a laser torch wit'out bothering to turn off the heat sensors."
Duskwing scowled and fell quiet for a moment.
"Thought he was just too lazy to bother with turning sensors off, but he one of dem guys dat likes to hurt people. Saw the way he looked at his own guy, the green minibot, when clown-Prime said Red-bot could have him. Now, I kinda sorta might hypo---hy--" Duskwing scowled furiously and twitched his fingers as if grabbing something, "hypothetically have gotten a repair tech mad at me once a long time ago and gotten some pain sensors wired up funny--dat got fixed later--but dat tech, he kinda sorta from his point-of-view maybe had a reason to be mad at me. Dis Red-bot guy, he likes hurting people and watching 'em hurt. Must really suck to be one of dere Autobots and have to be repaired."
Duskwing fell silent for a moment, a blank look on his face--then he smiled. It was a nasty, cruel smile. "I think maybe a lot of dose Autobots gonna get hurt fighting our Autobots and have to get fixed by Red-bot. 'Specially Yellow-jacket. Before Red-bot has him a fatal accident, I hope."
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Post by Hook on Mar 29, 2008 13:03:00 GMT -5
"Something like that. Bring me those parts, Scourge!"
So. Perceptor. His victim had a name and a face now, one he would enjoy turning into a section of wall-paneling.
Well, that rambling bit of verbal discharge seems to have covered everything. That really leaves Duskwing nothing to focus on but the pain as Hook takes apart and puts back together the internals of his wing.
Drat. How terrible.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on Mar 29, 2008 18:07:59 GMT -5
Bring him those parts? Slaggit, that was exactly the order Scourge was dragging. It's not easy for a Predacon, at least one like him --Rampage could probably handle this, if he wasn't Noctorro-excrement insane-- to move parts designed for a Seeker.
"It could take a few trips, boss. I'm no physical specialist." Scourge pics up a part and random and gets to hauling it over to Hook.
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Shortround
Minor
Breaker of the Fourth Wall
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Post by Shortround on Mar 29, 2008 21:57:04 GMT -5
Shortround expected this. Really, he did. Putting down his paint and mining worm, he hovered over and grabbed a few more parts, heading over to where Scourge was going, and making sure not to accidentally kick/hit/squash Scourge.
"Do we really need to ally ourselves with jerk Autobots? Can't we just... I dunno, trick them into going into the mines, then collapse it on them?" Shortround asked. He wasn't liking where this was going.
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