Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Mar 20, 2011 21:38:02 GMT -5
"Only a fool doesn't fear death. We can talk all we want about the true fate of our sparks or souls joining with the Matrix or the Well of All Sparks, or whatever, but none of us really knows what happens once we make that final transition from On to Off. All we know is that in this world, it's over." Pretty much everyone in this room is heading for The Pit anyway, in Tarantulas's opinion.
The spider shoots a glare at Mistwind before turning to Dreadwing. "We've got quite the stock of dead chassis stored down in the medical bay from those who expired when they arrived." He taps his forelegs together wickedly and chuckles. "We use them for spare parts."
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Dreadwing
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Post by Dreadwing on Mar 21, 2011 4:27:45 GMT -5
Ok, too much deep conversation going on, Dreadwing has to pause in his floor scrubbing so he can put all of his intellect to the task as hand. A lot of what Mistwind says goes in one audio receptor and out the other once it sees the processor in between is fully booked out.
“I find it easier to just live each day as it comes, expect da worse, hope for da best” it was a motto he had picked up as a courier long before the war, flying halfway around Cybertron to find out some jerkbot had placed the order wrong did not a good day make. “Medical musta have big closet den.” Recycling the dead, he shrugged, as much as he tried to avoid seeing worse, it was there.
Dreadwind doesn’t believe in the pit, or a nicer alternative for the “good” guys, he thinks sparks eventually get recycled in to new Cybertronians and the only way everybody will all be one is at the end of time.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 22, 2011 5:52:28 GMT -5
Tarantulas' glare receives a rather polite stare. It's okay if you want to glare at the one who reminded you of Death's scariness. He saw that coming.
"Oh, those bodies! They're" great to play around in! "unfortunate casualties, but they help the others stay alive!" Mistwind confirms, moving over to the other side of the room, politely cleaning his feet before doing so. "So, Dreadwing sir? What is your alternate mode, if this one may ask?"
The epic, dreadful, all important question Mistwind can ever ask you, has been asked!
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Mar 22, 2011 10:02:53 GMT -5
"Hmmm," is Fleetwind's initial response to Dreadwing's 'live each day as it comes' philosphy. "A workable strategy." Not the yellow Seeker's own preference. For all that he's never been ambitious in terms of rank, having ambition in terms of survival among the Decepticons has always meant, to him, at least, having a large number of partial contingency plans. Partial, because he is not the rule maker, so must always adapt to the orders that he receives. But Fleetwind tends to know the escape routes of whatever base he's serving in very well, if nothing else.
He doesn't particularly care for operating out of a space ship.
The yellow Seeker replaces the cleaning materials he'd been using neatly in the closet, making sure they're all properly secured so that they couldn't be knocked easily about if something unexpected were to occur.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Mar 22, 2011 19:15:34 GMT -5
"The morgue is the most fun Tarantulas can legally have very large, yes," the spider admits, converting into robot mode and walking over to a console on the wall. He keys in the commands to reactivate the freshly-serviced air scrubbers, which start up with a satisfying hum that will quickly fade into the background noise of a starship underway.
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Dreadwing
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Post by Dreadwing on Mar 23, 2011 3:28:14 GMT -5
Well let’s see, we have a big jet canopy for a chest, big wing like thingies sticking out the back, arm kibble resembles jet engines… “I change into a missile tank” the gatling missile launcher is a total giveaway of course, “aannnd a bomber” and that neon blue just shouts out stealth. Actually it’s the darker blue that’s really the stealth but he doesn’t let on.
Yeah that neon had been a fad back in the 90’s and Dreadwing was just a little slow in putting the fad away until it came back into fashion.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 23, 2011 5:33:17 GMT -5
Having parts that look like a jet doesn't mean you are a jet. Look at Shortround. Also, Mistwind's knowledge on military equipment is.... very limited, and he's the last one to link any color blue to 'stealth'.
"Ooh, that sounds quite cool!" The jetpack smiles.
The last bomber Mistwind met was Lugnut. Who banged Mistwind through a wall and broke his neck. Even if by accident. Who defeated the Last Great Guardian. Who is now.... missing.
Mistwind kinda misses Lugnut. He will keep safe distance from Dreadwing.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Mar 23, 2011 16:14:51 GMT -5
The Decepticons can never have enough blue jets, it seems.
The yellow jet, however, is done with his tasking here. He closes the closet door and inclines his head to the others. "It's been pleasant," in that the afternoon hasn't involved any significant or obvious danger to Fleetwind, "but I've got rock watch in a bit, and should be off." He turns and heads towards the door.
OOC: Out of thread unless prevented.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Mar 23, 2011 21:27:14 GMT -5
"Oh, another Triple-Changer," Tarantulas says, clearly interested. He strokes his chin with a golden claw as he paces around Dreadwing, taking note of his kibble from various angles.
Transforming into a spider and also a spider with wheels that sort of looks like a motorcycle if you squint is one thing. Transforming into a jet and also a tank is another, much more complex thing. A thing that is worth taking apart to see how it works. "Fascinating. Have you always had two vehicle modes or was it an upgrade?"
OOC: Feel free to gloss over answering that question if you don't know. It's just the sort of thing Tarantulas would ask.
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Dreadwing
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Post by Dreadwing on Mar 24, 2011 3:07:37 GMT -5
OOC: Gonna completely BS this one ;D
Dreadwing inclines his head back at Fleetwind, as much as his lack of a neck will allow, respect shown equals respect given back.
“Oh dat, I’ve always ben a triple” the over all effect was similar to Springer’s both modes looking the same. Dreadwing was built as a triple changer, straight from the maternal factory unit, very handy as a courier, stealth tanks made short work of traffic and stealth jets just ignored air traffic control. Sure he wasn’t that fast but he was extremely reliable. And he didn’t get distracted or destroy valuable data or cargo like other couriers either.
“So ahh…You haven’t always been a eight legged freak spider have ya?” he sort of understood the whole upgrade thing to smaller more efficient forms. He was also wondering about Mistwind’s size, he’d have to ask next.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 24, 2011 15:32:46 GMT -5
Mistwind bows a bit towards Fleetwind as he leaves, "Have a good day, Mister Fleetwind Sir."
He turns towards the wall and begins scrubbing.
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Mar 24, 2011 19:32:16 GMT -5
"Interesting, interesting," Tarantulas says, nodding his head as he continues circling Dreadwing. So that piece must go there, and this would go here . . .
"My Cybertronian vehicle mode was a motorcycle. On Earth my crew assumed animal forms to shield us from harmful energon radiation. Then a quantum surge hit, which had the effect of detonating most of the energon and converting the rest of it to stable cubes, and causing most of us to become Transmetals. So now I'm a spider but I'm also somewhat of a motorcycle," he says, tapping a claw on the half-wheel on his right shoulder.
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Dreadwing
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Post by Dreadwing on Mar 25, 2011 22:43:55 GMT -5
Dreadwing scratches his head at the spider who was a motorcycle who in now part motorcycle again…that all seemed to click neatly into place in his databanks, Dreadwing surprised himself sometimes.
“Mistwind was it? Ya go through his” points at Tarantulas “downsizing thingy or ya always ben a smaller model?”
Suddenly his head snaps back to tarantulas and then slowly pans down “Hey! Ya makin ma floor dirtified, ya offering to help?” Dreadwing holds out the scrubber broom, taller than the one it was being offered to.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 26, 2011 6:29:31 GMT -5
Mistwind quirks an eyebrow at Dreadwing. "Did I go through his downsizing 'thingy'? No. But I am way more energy efficient than you are, yes. This one can perform its function that many times longer than you can perform yours, Decepticon Dreadwing."
There is a hint of pride and joy within his voice: "This one is how the foundry forged, it does not need revisions to exercise its function. Maintenance, yes, sometimes, but no revisions."
He dips his head a bit towards Dreadwing, "You did not read up on Micromasters, I understand."
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Tarantulas
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Post by Tarantulas on Mar 26, 2011 16:21:10 GMT -5
Tarantulas gives the broom a look, then slowly raises his head to cast the same disdainful glare at Dreadwing.
"If you can't keep the floor clean, that's your business. Don't try and foist your duties off on me. I've completed my assigned task!" he says, heading out the door.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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