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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 16, 2011 21:39:31 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 1, Day 1, Open to Autobots
Pilot watch is. So. Boring.
Arcee is leaned as far back in her chair as she can, her legs propped up on the console. She is using a datapad interface to watch the monitors so that she... doesn't have to lean forward and watch the monitors. This means, or course, that for appropriate hilarity her partner on watch should be someone appropriately serious and/or all about procedure.
"Really, the thing's on autopilot anyway. Why are we even- heh!"
Her lament is interrupted by a blaring alarm, and the Event Horizon starts to slow down. This is not akin to a sliding hard brake, mind. But for those who might be monitoring the speed, the slowdown is noticeable. Not far ahead of the Autobot ship is another ship that seems to be floating dead in the vacuum, right in the Event Horizon's flight path. Instruments indicate that the ship is flying with a faulty reactor.
"Oh for the love of...," she activates an open com, "Event Horizon to unidentified ship at <coordinates>. Do you need assistance?"
On the radio //Got a ship dead in the air just ahead. Attempting contact.//
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Post by Springer on May 19, 2011 0:03:52 GMT -5
What's a thread with a Firefly-themed title without the local Big Damn Hero?
Springer walks in a few minutes after Arcee's made the radio call. He walks up to her chair, arms crossed once he stops. "Any luck yet?"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on May 19, 2011 18:13:45 GMT -5
What's a Firefly-themed thread without the Jayne archetype? And since we A: don't have a Breakdown with matching voice and B: he'd be a Decepticon anyways, we instead have the second best thing.
Well, who she got isn't really obsessed with rules and regulations or uber serious. But she did get a gruff grunt with an attitude problem who's been cramped up with nothing to do for far too long, and is just looking for things to get annoyed at now.
Guzzle leans forward and actually tries to do his job, but no, Arcee is distracting him with her laid back attitude. His optics dart from the screen to her, optic ridges burrowing down and intensifying his glare. "Hrrrn, anythin' could happen, and I sure as hell ain't willin' to risk us slammin' into somethin' because this bucket of bolts-"
Red alert. That's never a good thing. With a loud groan and a "See!?" he turns on his own console, blue optics glued on the screen while a finger taps curiously at it. "Hey boss, ask long legs."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 20, 2011 11:48:44 GMT -5
Arcee leans back again in her chair just long enough to flash Springer an upside-down welcoming smile before her attention returns to the console.
"Guzzle, call me that again, and you'll wind up with one of these legs up your exhaust. See if you can get a better visual on the thing, will you?" Arcee repeats her hails again, still getting no replies.
Wait. Was that... no. Had to be just interference from the radiation.
"I'm worried about that radiation. I know some species have no trouble with it, but if there's a reactor going critical in there...."
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Post by Springer on May 20, 2011 19:56:23 GMT -5
Springer doesn't respond to Guzzle, as he's too busy staring at the viewscreen.
"If there's a reactor going critical, then we don't want to get too close. We just spent long enough fixing this ship up, I really doubt we want to be fixing it again."
He glances down at Arcee. "No response to anything?"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on May 20, 2011 20:55:08 GMT -5
"Ohhh, trust me White, I'm one optic for two kinda bot, you don't want to try that with me." His voice is still gruff, but not really all that hostile. It's more of a half hearted comeback while he focuses on the screen, enhancing the image and trying to get better readings on the mystery ship.
Wait? Radiation? Mysterious ship that could explode?
"Hrn. Hey, boss? If yer goin' in there, just so ya know, I did this sorta mission before. Got some experience there." Yeah, subtle he's really, really not.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 22, 2011 12:52:29 GMT -5
"Who goes in there will be up to Rodimus and Xaaron," Arcee says distractedly. Her attention is shifting between the viewscreen and the sounds that seem to be responding to her hails. The lifescan is coming back positive, but...
Her optics widen. The ship is coming into view, and it is a rough-looking thing, all spikes and sharp edges. It looks like it might fall apart at any moment. Except it's being held together.
"From this point, keep the chatter off the main band," she says, "Command only."
Because those are bodies holding together that ship. Bodies from a race that Arcee's never met, but she recognizes from description nevertheless.
Lithone bodies.
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Post by Springer on May 22, 2011 16:08:54 GMT -5
Springer shrugs at Guzzle. "What Arcee said - we'll see what happens. Will keep you in mind if I get the choice, th--" Springer is cut off as the ship comes into view, staring slack-jawed at the ship. His crossed arms fall as he leans on a console.
"...what in the Prime Program..."
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on May 22, 2011 17:00:07 GMT -5
Guzzle doesn't have much time to react to what Springer says. Because the thing that comes on screen demands all attention. The Minibot actually reels at the sight of it, his bright blue optics shining brighter as they widen in shock, not believing what he's seeing.
But then he quickly snaps out of his shock and goes back into Gruff Soldier mode, but when he speaks, his voice is not as unimpressed or slightly pissed off as it usually is. "That's just sick...."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 26, 2011 19:38:03 GMT -5
"It isn't what I'd call normal, no," Arcee says.
After a little back and forth on a more secure radio band, she frowns, "Looks like you guys are missing out this round. But if you want to go check in with Sentinel, I can handle things here."
"Also- there is definitely... something alive over there."
"I'll keep everyone appraised of any changes in the ship's status"
OOC: this thread will stay open and be periodically updated by Arcee, but the main purpose of the thread has been served. >_>
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Post by Springer on May 27, 2011 14:14:03 GMT -5
Springer nods at Arcee, and shoots off a radio query to Sentinel.
"Dunno if he'll have us or not, but don't get too comfortable, Guzzle - might be calling you soon."
Springer turns and heads for the door. "Keep us updated," he says, then is out the door and out of the thread.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 17, 2011 22:24:46 GMT -5
OOC: Re-igniting this thread! We're assuming that Springer and Guzzle have left.
Rodimus strides in, expression serious, and strides directly towards the secondary co-piloting station. The primary piloting station is controlled by a jack, and is limited to Mayday, but he can handle the manual controls well enough. He nods towards the pink robot still seated at the secondary pilot station. "Arcee," he greets as he sits down, activating his radio even as he takes the controls.
"Any change in status?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jun 18, 2011 11:05:52 GMT -5
Rodimus gets a nod in return. Sure, he and Arcee might flirt a little (a lot) in simulated combat situations, but this isn't the time for that.
"No real change. It still isn't moving or responding to hails, but the radiation levels are holding steady- for the moment. It's still leaking high though; everyone's going to need a detox at the very least when they get home."
She looks over at Rodimus, "You think they'll be all right? Some of them are pretty green when it comes to things like this."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 18, 2011 21:22:32 GMT -5
Rodimus opens his mouth, then closes it. It's tempting to give the 'reassuring answer,' but Arcee is experienced enough to know better, and can be trusted to keep her cool. He shakes his head. "I don't know. We still don't even know what we're dealing with. But we can't constantly hold people back because they're green, because if we do that they'll never stop being green. Besides, in our- er, excuse, me, in my universe, it wasn't that uncommon for someone to see a combat mission on their first day of life."
Of course, sometimes their first day of life was their last day, too.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jun 19, 2011 20:24:56 GMT -5
"I know, I know," Arcee says at Rodimus's honest answer, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Arcee bends over the terminal. "I may regret doing this, but I'm going to try getting better visuals. Maybe Kup has seen something like this before."
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