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Post by Blast Off on Feb 25, 2011 19:00:27 GMT -5
//The speed of light, Brawl. It is... oh, nevermind,// Blast Off says, voice sounding rather resigned. He quickly gives up on the idea of explaining relativity to Brawl. Once his passengers are properly in, they'll be hearing him over the intercom, rather than the radio.
He adds, voice a bit subdued, "Neither. They are both deceased." That is to say that both Swindle and Bludgeon have passed on. "Greetings, Assault. I shall be interested to make your acquaintance face to face. You must forgive me for not having more to offer my guests than a place to stay and transport. I was not expecting passengers."
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Brawl
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Post by Brawl on Feb 25, 2011 19:32:22 GMT -5
Swindles are indeed incredibly consistent, except when they are minicons or mass-produced drones.
Brawl looks back at Assault and tilts his head to one side, then shrugs, as if to say 'What?' He does stop kicking Blast Off's hatch though, and then walks through it into the crew cabin.
And yes, Assault. As far as Brawl is going to tell anyone, you are just alright. He is not about to get all mushy, because that would give Blast Off an excuse to mock him mercilessly. Granted, that would give him an excuse to hit the shuttleformer, which he would like, but he would have been made fun of first.
"You ought just say 'the speed of light' then. You don't have to get all technical. I know it's hard to slow down when you're going fast!" he says sulkily.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 25, 2011 21:02:59 GMT -5
Brawl's shrug has Assault narrowing his optics before he goes in to the cabin, slipping in before Brawl can. After all, Assault is the brains here! He is always in the front! Except when he's in a combat situation and Brawl becomes suitable cover, but can you blame him? Body wise, he's no different from your average redshirt Seeker and they're fragile you know!
Assault seats himself in the nearest, most comfy looking chair, leaning back into it and trying not to bump his shot up wings into anything. He even gives them a glare, a corner of his lip twitching, before Blast Off has him looking ahead, a soft chuckle escaping his vocalizer. "Likewise, my dear Combaticon ally. There is no need at all to apologize, either. I think I speak for the both of us, when I say that your timely arrival is more then we could have possibly asked for and that it is greatly appreciated."
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Feb 25, 2011 21:45:57 GMT -5
c is shorter and easier to say than 'the speed of light'.
"Your gratitude is accepted. You will want to strap in," Blast Off directs gently. A glimmer of curiosity enters his even voice, "Now. Would you do me the good turn of explaining why you were floating in the Oort Cloud? I did not see any derelicts or wreckage for light-years."
Those are a unit of distance.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 25, 2011 22:17:12 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, thanks for picking us up," Brawl says as he, too, straps himself into a chair. He fumbles with the buckles for a moment before realizing one of the straps has gotten twisted around so the mechanism doesn't align, but he corrects the problem easily enough.
"Well, we were attacking the Autobot ship, but Hook got captured and they were holding him in Perceptor's lab, so we busted in to rescue him. Only Grimlock showed up and he threw us both through a spacebridge. This was the end point," he explains.
Brawl still doesn't think this is much of a cloud, but he at least knows what light-years are.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 26, 2011 10:58:12 GMT -5
Again Brawl beats him to it! And explains things surprisingly well! Assault can do nothing but nod to what the Combaticon says, while trying to strap himself in. A bit of a challenge that, what with his wings making it a bit difficult to reach for the belts, but it is not long before he succeeds. "Brawl is correct, yes. Hopefully someone else succeeded in rescuing Hook. If not..." He glances at Brawl, casting him a meaningful look before looking ahead again. "...Things will become a bit more complicated."
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Feb 26, 2011 12:32:33 GMT -5
"You are welcome, Brawl," Blast Off continues voice soft, cool, even, and uninflected. At Brawl and Assault's summary, he says, "Ah. I would hear more."
Once they're strapped in properly, he turns off the gravity - they won't need it if they're strapped in, and it burns fuel to bother with simulating gravity. He also re-plots what direction he was going, following Ship's trail, not like a tracker, but like a Decepticon who has every right to know where Ship has gone and where it will be.
Out his portholes, the stars blur.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 26, 2011 19:37:08 GMT -5
"I'll let Assault tell it. I'm just gonna rest for a bit," Brawl says, quietly for once. He's low on fuel after all.
"Ah, forget Hook. Never liked the stupid Constructicons. We got other medics around."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 27, 2011 11:33:27 GMT -5
"As you wish, my Combaticon comrade." The Seeker nods at Brawl. After all, he perfectly understands why Brawl would want to skip this out, and Assault rather likes the sound of his own voice. Even if it is young.
Of course, then Brawl has to speak up before Assault can start his tale. He sends another look at the tank, the corner of his mouth twitching a little in annoyance. He says nothing about it though, no, he has a story to tell! "Very well. I shall fill you in then, though do know that we are not aware of how it ended..."
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OOC: Just skip over the story? Or even work to a fade out?
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 6, 2011 21:39:14 GMT -5
Blast Off wonders if he should tell Assault and Brawl that they're not the only passengers on him (and he doesn't mean the tardigrades). He didn't at first, in case they were a trick or hostile. They cannot fault him for a discourtesy born of caution. Blast Off is quite fragile, and they are inside him, where he is at his weakest.
Now, should he tell them?
Hmm...
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 12, 2011 17:31:25 GMT -5
There is indeed another presence onboard. A presence that had been hiding in a closet for the past hour and getting extremely bored with chatting up the tardigrades and playing Pong. There were many ways to solve this problem. Ways that would ensure the mental sanity of all in range, for example. In regards to this particular being in this particular situation however? There is one, and only one way.
“You,” Vortex hisses, hands slamming down on top of the headrest on either side of Assault’s helm, “are not Thundercracker!” And yes, the blue seeker will be treated to a faceful of psycho copter should he look up. The heli has been taking advantage of the zero-G to move around stealthily; be very, very afraid.
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Post by Brawl on Mar 12, 2011 21:07:31 GMT -5
"Vortex, you crazy sonuvaglitch!" Brawl shouts, jumping up from his chair, all thoughts of low fuel levels forgotten. He moves to envelop the helicopter in a crushing hug. He will also thump him on the back repeatedly if he's allowed.
Christmas has come early!
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 13, 2011 10:19:37 GMT -5
Well, Assault most certainly did not expect Vortex to show up as well, but he is hardly surprised. He is almost inclined to think that the shifting int this universe turned him into some kind of Combaticon magnet! Ironic, really, considering his own generic soldier frame.
The Seeker only has a minor jolt when the helicopter slams his hands down. But then he is still again and when he speaks, it's in a calm but annoyed tone. "No, I am not. But you, Vortex..." This is where Assault looks up, narrowed orange optics meeting red visor. "...Are not as amusing as you think you are."
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Post by Blast Off on Mar 13, 2011 11:37:41 GMT -5
"I will apologise," Blast Off offers mildly, "I had to be sure you were not some Autobot trick as mere prudence and self-preservation."
Brawl seems well-pleased, at least, even if Assault is not amused. Blast Off adds, "Not to be too bold, but Vortex, allow me to introduce you to Assault. I found him floating in space with Brawl. They were just regaling me of the sortie in which they had been involved."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 13, 2011 14:21:41 GMT -5
If his face wasn’t a visor, Vortex’s eyes would have narrowed into thin slivers of suspicious reds right back at Assault. There was a number of ways for people to have obtained his name, but that didn’t particularly explain why this seeker sounded so very, very, very- “OOF!”
Suddenly, the heli is hefted up by a rather friendly tank. “Bra-a-awl!” Vortex manages to laugh between strut-snapping back pats, his rotors rattling against his back. “How the frag ya doin’?!” He’d hug the idiot brick of a mech back but his arms are currently being crushed into his sides.
Upon Blast Off’s introduction, Vortex cranes his around to peer curiously at blue jet, wheezing, “We missed out on a fight? That sucks! … YoucanlemmegonowBrawl.”
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