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Post by Hook on Oct 8, 2008 0:14:31 GMT -5
This takes place on Day 14.
Commuting back and forth across the continent is starting to wear on Hook. His hook dangles a millimeter lower than it ought.
The sun shines down through clouds, casting the city in a directionless grey light. The city is far worse for the wear than the year's abandonment left it. Blast holes, punch holes, graffiti, things randomly damaged for sport or by accident. Empty and dead the city once was, but now it is battered and undead.
Wind stirs in the city, skittering through leaves flush with life and shards of glass shining brightly on the street.
Hook rolls past it all. There is a place ahead where the buildings have been knocked aside and flattened. A place where someone who is not his old friend sits and rests.
That's all right. Even if it had been his old friend, Hook could certainly do what he's come to do.
He transforms at the edge of the cleared space and turns to face the grey rocket. "Hello, the Guardian."
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 8, 2008 19:27:09 GMT -5
"It's been a long, long time since anyone called me that," Omega Supreme observes. He's a chatty fellow. He used to be rather quiet, taciturn, even, as the Warden of the Crystal City Concentration Camp, but ever since that hellhole was razed to the ground, he just hasn't quite been able to get a proper filter between his CPU and his voicebox. "Of course, there was usually an adjective before that title, when they did. Sometimes, it wasn't even profane."
He cuts off his rambling and tries to offer something coherent, "So, what brings you out here, Hook? Your Mixmaster didn't seem too happy to see me, I will tell you that."
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Post by Hook on Oct 9, 2008 11:25:10 GMT -5
Omega Supreme talks. Mixmaster had forgotten to mention that. Or perhaps Hook had forgotten it amid all of the other shenanigans going on that night.
He can't quite keep the surprise off his face, but he chases it away quickly.
"The Omega Supreme whose city I smashed wants to see me dead." Hook prowls along the perimeter of space, gauging Omega's reaction to that tidbit. "You, I'm told, keep my alternate in a cage."
Is this going over not-badly?
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 9, 2008 12:03:22 GMT -5
Omega Supreme notes that surprise and jabbers, "What, did I say something wrong?"
The tanks lazily, loosely follows Hook. It's not keeping a real track on Hook or even keeping up with him.
He doesn't think much of Hook referring to a city. Omega Supreme replies, "Oh. I guess that explains your Mixmaster. And yeah, I do. He'd run off if I didn't."
Obviously.
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Post by Hook on Oct 9, 2008 12:08:51 GMT -5
"Clearly." Hook hops down from a ridge of rubble, sauntering towards the tank. "Who has been taking care of your maintenance?"
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 9, 2008 16:38:58 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is still pretty slow, and so he doesn't think about why Hook is asking him this question. He just answers it, "Oh, Long Haul, of course. He's from before the lot of you went nuts. Not you in specific. My you."
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Post by Hook on Oct 9, 2008 20:55:01 GMT -5
"'Went nuts'? Was that what happened?" This is... a disturbingly comfortable thing to do, walking right up to Omega Supreme's tank. Far more disturbing than comfortable, but a faint part of him still remembers what he once had.
It was such a pity Omega had destroyed the Robo-Smasher. They could have been so happy.
He reaches out and cups Omega's tank barrel with one hand. His optics dim as he untenses, and then he walks up the barrel to the main part of the tank, hand sliding comfortably along. "I'd like to assess you for myself. Long Haul is a competent engineer, but he is not up to my level."
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 9, 2008 21:07:14 GMT -5
Omega Supreme definitely seems to like that touch. He readily swivels to make it easier to get more of it. It's not his Hook. it's not; it's not; it's not, but it's something.
He explains, "Uh huh. The Decepticons did something to you guys, and then you weren't sensible any more. Tried to get me, but... didn't the same happen in your reality? Just backwards?"
Omega Supreme asks, clear humour injected into his voice, "Assess me? Isn't that moving a bit fast?"
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Post by Hook on Oct 9, 2008 21:35:50 GMT -5
"It did. But I don't think it happened anywhere else. Shockwave and Needlenose both have Constructicons and Omega Supreme where they come from, but not connected like we are." His shoulder brushes against the barrel of the tank now as he shifts to look towards the tower of the rocket.
"And here I'm always told I go too slowly." A saucy smile threatens to appear on Hook's face.
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 10, 2008 19:14:26 GMT -5
Omega Supreme really should know better. However, he is used to his own, relatively mild Hook. These people are more or less allies, right? Between that and his own horrific power, he is perhaps a bit overconfident.
He opines, "There is no such thing as 'too slowly'. But eh, if you want to do an assessment, knock yourself out."
The door to the rocket slides open.
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Post by Hook on Oct 11, 2008 20:24:14 GMT -5
"There's more to you than the rocket." Hook drifts into the air, fingers trailing along the tank turret until his flight takes him too far out of reach.
He hesitates to alight inside the rocket, fear overpowering arrogance. This is Omega Supreme. Omega Supreme is the stuff of his nightmares, the monster that has hounded the Constructicon for nine million years.
Stepping inside is too much for Hook at this moment. He drift further up and around, pressing his hands to a place he remembers as covering a particularly important set of circuitry. Then he removes an omni-tool and gives a questioning glance back down at the tank. May I?
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 14, 2008 10:20:22 GMT -5
The tank bows its cannon down and stills, engine dying to a quiet purr. It seems to be quite inviting.
Omega Supreme notes, "People usually forget that."
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Post by Hook on Oct 14, 2008 12:12:31 GMT -5
"The vast majority of people are idiots." Hook opens up a panel on Omega Supreme's rocket and makes an irritated sound. This is simply unacceptable.
Dextrous fingers unkink wires, tighten connections, rearrange the way lines fall against each other. As he works, the Constructicon evaluates the systems before him, analyzing how they work and how they differ from what he remembers of Omega Supreme.
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Oct 21, 2008 7:12:26 GMT -5
Omega Supreme inquires lazily, "What's with all the hostility?" He sounds politely interested but no more. It is as if he is searching for words to pass the time.
Unkinking those wires, oh, yes, that is quite nice, however.
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Post by Hook on Oct 23, 2008 22:37:24 GMT -5
"Hostility?" Hook pauses in his work, honestly puzzled. There's hostility? Where? What was he doing wrong to make Omega think he was hostile?
Hook's blinders are rather interesting ones.
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