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Post by Perceptor on Feb 4, 2011 14:33:41 GMT -5
Perceptor actually smiles. It's a bemused, almost surprised little smile, but it is a smile, nonetheless. "Huh. It actually worked," he remarks. "I was afraid that I would be forced to launch into a dissertation upon the mating habits of the Peruvian Pebble Frog in order to mitigate your oratory."
With a softly bemused little huff of a chuckle, Perceptor returns to his console to begin locking down his own files from intrusion, and waiting for anyone else to either request space bridge intervention, or entry for repairs.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Feb 5, 2011 11:42:28 GMT -5
Hook resists the urge to say anything, though he is sorely tempted. It takes more than puny organic creatures courting to scare Hook! If that was all it took, Rampage and Tarantulas would doubtless have makeout sessions 24/7, and no one wants that.
He just stays still, thinking about his body, what's wrong with it thanks to the Autobots... and what's still right with it.
Perceptor didn't cut his subspace access.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 6, 2011 13:00:17 GMT -5
Oh, it isn't the courting and mating rituals that Hook should be afraid of; it's being forced to listen to Perceptor drone on and on and on about anything. And Perceptor is feeling just devious enough to randomly throw in the occasional useful tidbit about, say, the spacebridge or something else important enough that Hook wouldn't be able to afford just shutting off his audio receptors to simply ignore him, either.
Things are sounding dire on the radio; Omega is down, as is someone else near the bridge, and Perceptor... is stuck in his lab. Hiding.
Not hiding; guarding Hook and the spacebridge and the myriad of other experiments and projects which could be used against the Autobots. Hook may think that Perceptor's lab is a bastion of kittens and puppies and everything fluffy and nice, but the truth is that Perceptor merely keeps the dangerous stuff locked in The Closet.
He can't have been cooped up with this many Wrekcers from various realities for this long without ending up designing a few nasty little toys, after all.
But there are wounded, and Perceptor is the best qualified to heal them, and he... is stuck here. It rankles. Not that he is any sort of real combatant anyway, but, he could be helping! He could be fetching wounded! He could be--
Totally getting in the way and requiring capable warriors to save him.
He sighs, and starts clearing off another workbench to use as am improvised repair berth, preparing all of his tools and setting out receptacles and containers of the fluids he will probably need.
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Post by Barricade on Feb 6, 2011 13:02:33 GMT -5
The walls have eyes. Rather, the slim, scuttling creature in the walls has eyes. Optics. Four blue ones, dimmed down to their lowest settings as he peers through a vent near the ceiling, watching the flashes of red plating as Perceptor walks back and forth in the room below. And across the way, a thin sliver of distinctive lime green: probably Hook.
Frenzy grins to himself and waits for the right moment to drop in on the oblivious scientist. Meanwhile, he has a report to make.
ooc: skippable.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Feb 6, 2011 20:54:41 GMT -5
Hook decides that the time is now. He slides a laser scalpel out of subspace and cuts his way out of his bonds, attempting to creep up on Perceptor and go completely Navy SEAL on Perceptor with the scalpel.
Given that Hook is a) not a Navy SEAL and b) damaged, this will probably not go as well as Hook is hoping.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 9, 2011 12:33:47 GMT -5
Bins of spare hoses and clamps, a collection of weld patches, tools all laid out in neat rows, Perceptor collects his materials and frets about how the battle is going. He feel the thrum against his feet of the combat taking place elsewhere, and the maneuvering thrusters and hear the distant whumph of weapons' fire, even through the reinforced walls of his lab.
Other quarters are quiet, though. Too quiet. Hook has been silent for too long, and Perceptor shifts very subtly to flick a glance over at the table where Hook is supposed to be--
Perceptor turns suddenly, his concussion blaster coming out of subspace. He register's Hook's location - too close - and the brief flash of the scalpel the instant before he takes aim and fires. If the blast succeeds in hitting Hook, the Constructicon's headache is about to become a very great deal worse.
If it doesn't hit... Perceptor will have his hands full and all the combat he had been fretting about hiding from in very short order.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Feb 9, 2011 12:43:50 GMT -5
This definitely does not go as well as Hook was hoping! He takes a head shot of concussive force and clatters to the floor, scalpel bouncing, and it rolls off beneath a bench. Hook's optical band dims, and if Perceptor cares to come over and take a look at Hook, his optical band isn't dilating properly.
Hook has a concussion. Hook is also unconscious. How's that for ranged anesthesiology?
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 10, 2011 0:05:19 GMT -5
Perceptor definitely comes over to have a look, weapon still out and ready to fire again, just in case. Out cold, and probably with one slag of a processor ache, to boot.
Perceptor tucks his blaster away and dives in to cut that subspace access that he'd foolishly forgotten before. And, just to be extra safe, he also isolates all of Hook's motor functions, every one of them, before heaving the Constructicon back up onto his table and cobbling together new restraints again.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 13, 2011 22:50:47 GMT -5
Perceptor may feel the noise more than he hears it at first. It gets steadily louder as the door to his lab starts vibrating, much the same way a suspension bridge might when an army fails to break step before crossing it. After a few moments of looking as though it's about to shake right out of the door frame, it shatters, into much smaller pieces than one normally expects a metal door to break into.
And on the other side of it is Brawl, transforming to robot mode. "Told ya I could do it! It's just in a pain in the aft messin' with it!" he says to the other robot standing behind him before turning to face the scientist. "Oh hey, look, it's Perceptor! Hi Perceptor!" he says, levelling his gun at the Autobot. His tone suggests he's having the time of his life.
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Post by Barricade on Feb 13, 2011 23:11:18 GMT -5
Under the cover of the shattering door, a quicksilver shadow flits from a vent to the clutter near the base of the Spacebridge. Those who have never seen Frenzy work may be more than a little surprised at just how quiet he can be when he wants to be.
Quiet is not silent, however, and even he cannot quite stifle his little mutterings, ot the sharp schluck of his dataspikes slamming home into the base of the console that is hooked to the Spacebridge controls. Fortunately, Brawl's racket covers that sound, and the tinny, electronic sound of the hacker pillaging Perceptor's data files.
ooc: skippable as he hacks the info he's been sent for, unless someone notices him.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 14, 2011 9:44:16 GMT -5
Who is standing behind Brawl? Is it another Combaticon? No, it's everyone's favorite Seeker-oh wait, no, this is the other blue one, the jerk aft, not the lovable idiot. "Very well done, Brawl! I would be impressed, but alas, I am merely ashamed of myself for forgetting how good you are at this!" Though at least he knows when to give praise when it's due!
Aha, there's Hook! With Perceptor standing over him! This couldn't possibly be any easier. "Indeed it is, my comrade! It will be a shame to waste such an incredible mind, filled with such grand secrets and ideas!" Though naturally that doesn't stop Assault from raising his rifle and firing away! "Though perhaps we could take his processor home with us and let Tarantulas pick it apart!"
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 14, 2011 13:24:55 GMT -5
Well, Sentinel? So much for locking the door. Perceptor will have to look into replacing it with something more Wheeljack-proof in the future.
If he has a future.
With a yelp, Perceptor dives for cover - away from Hook, trying to draw fire away from the unconscious and immobilized Constructicon. "You fool! You will hit Hook!" he shouts toward Assault. Of course, using Hook as a living shield never even occurs to Perceptor. Xaaron can lecture him about that later.
He manages to get himself mostly tucked behind another work station as he pulls his concussion blaster out of subspace again. It's moments like this, that he regrets his preference for more open floor plans in his workspace, really. He could use a random wall or a heavily shielded cubby or even--
A big closet!
Yes! If he can make it to The Closet...
More shots thunk around him, slamming into the floor not far from his leg, and shaking the workstation he is hiding behind. "Cease destroying my laboratory!" he yells, ducking around his cover to fire a few quick shots back at the intruders.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 14, 2011 19:10:39 GMT -5
"Which one is Tarantulas?" Brawl shouts at Assault over the sound of his own weapon. He lays down cover fire, trying to keep Perceptor pinned down behind the work station. "Is he the little little creepy guy with lots of legs or the big little creepy guy with lots of legs?"
"Aw, well, we wouldn't wanna hit out good friend Hook, would we?" he laughs.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 14, 2011 19:53:13 GMT -5
"It is nothing that our capable medics won't be able to handle, Perceptor! But I am afraid that you will not be so fortunate!" Assault means it too! He keeps firing away, trying to keep Perceptor pinned down, but that doesn't stop him from casually continuing his conversation with the tank besides him. "The small one, Brawl! The one who cackles like he has swallowed one of his own robotic bugs and it keeps tickling his voicebox!"
Ah, but they can't stay here forever. While Perceptor himself seems relatively harmless, he is a scientist, and this is his laboratory. If there is one thing that scientists have in common then it's that they can have ray guns hidden anywhere, and if Assault can help it he will not be hit by one that forces him to dance! So he does his best to keep Perceptor down, aiming for anything that looked like it could be of help to the Autobot.
When the opportunity presents itself though, he runs past Brawl and drops down, sliding towards a piece of cover. Just in time too, because judging from the sound of it, the scientist has pulled out his first toy! "A concussion blaster! Really, Perceptor? Why, I am quite disappointed! I expected something far more imaginative from one so brilliant and imaginative as yourself!" Yeah, he's just tempting fate now.
He waits until the shots die down before he bolts from his cover, firing off a few more shots, while trying to move closer to Hook. As much as he would like to incapacitate one of the Autobot's greatest assets, reclaiming Hook is top priority! Or rather what he needs from Hook; Assault is not terribly picky.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 14, 2011 20:12:38 GMT -5
Meanwhile, while Brawl and Assault are so helpfully keeping Perceptor pinned down, the scientist is busy having a very brief... discussion... about the fate of his lab on the Autobot frequency. And the intimation he gets from the discussion is not doing wonderful things for his mood.
At all.
// Lose? LOSE?! There will be no jettisoning of my laboratory! I am not starting over AGAIN!!! //
Decepticon fire, or no Decepticon fire, Perceptor lets loose a strangled growl and makes the dive for his Big Closet, palming the door open with a rather rough slap to the controls and tumbling inside. It... doesn't look, from the exterior, as if it should even be big enough for him to enter like that, much less vanish from sight. He is only gone for a single moment, though, before he reappears.
If the closet doesn't appear from the outside to be big enough to hold him, it certainly shouldn't be big enough to hold him, and the massive gun he is hefting with both hands.
"I was having a very good day, until you boors decided to invite yourselves onto my ship!" he shrieks. Not strictly true, since he was actually getting yelled at by Command for neglecting to inform them about Magnus, but he'd had plans to spend the rest of his afternoon playing in his laboratory. The laboratory that these two Decepticons are currently shooting up.
His light cannon swivels in Assault's direction, blasting photon rays at even the slightest hints of blue that peek out - convenient having a weapon that he can see out of and fire at once! Meanwhile, he opens fire with the very large BFG cradled in his arms, letting loose a barrage toward Brawl...
Of chainsaw rockets. A half dozen of them, streaming toward Brawl's chassis, each with a series of four chainsaw blades cheerfully whirring away, waiting the chew up whatever they sink their diamond-tipped teeth into.
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