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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 26, 2012 0:13:02 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Rodney answers, picking his shirt back up. He starts to pull it over his head. "So, when do I move in?" he says, voice slightly muffled.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 26, 2012 0:35:03 GMT -5
Ms. Zaman raises an eyebrow. Rodimus Prime is amazingly reckless! Unfortunately, so is she, to be honest. She pulls out a smartphone and asks, "Are you going to need a moving truck for your effects, or do you know someone with a truck we can borrow?" Just how would that go over with Kate, anyway? "And I suppose you'll need to work out a sub-lease on your apartment unless you can just get out of the lease entirely, which reminds me. Some of us don't have proper identification or means at all. We'll need to rectify that."
Possibly, she has already mentioned this to Nightbeat but possibly not.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 27, 2012 23:14:24 GMT -5
"Oh, Kate's got a pick-up truck," Rodney offers, indicating that they're liable to find out just how well that will go over with her.
He nods at the identification issue. "Think we can use our human contacts for this?" Rodney is, perhaps, a bit too ready to trust the humans, particularly the one who shares a name with his Fortress Maximus's partner.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 28, 2012 13:56:42 GMT -5
Of course Kate has a pick-up truck. That just figures.
"I am unsure," Ms. Zaman says, "We have been tried to be upfront with them to breed trust and, such that if they ever wronged us, we'd be clearly in the right. The problem is that we have just unintentionally subverted their entire planet, possibly even changed their history. Different governments are going to try to hunt us down, and it will be easier now that we aren't space robots. Trying to drag away a kicking, screaming human is much easier than dragging away a kicking, screaming Maximal, let alone one of us of larger stature. Right now, I'm alone in my house at night. I have a security system, and I'm not defenseless, but if someone broke in..."
"All the same, we've screwed up their planet on a massive scale, and I suppose they deserve to know."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 29, 2012 8:06:11 GMT -5
Rodney frowns as Sharon describes all the ways in which telling humans can go wrong. And he can't really deny the possibility. Though the Autobots enjoyed a close alliance with the humans by the point he was pulled from, getting there had been a rocky road. Still, he nods at her last sentiment.
"Yeah, they do."
"Maybe start with Spike, and see what he thinks about how... safe it is to let others know?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 29, 2012 21:35:53 GMT -5
"I guess the Alien Ambassador would be the first human to inform about their planet's distressing habit of turning aliens into humans," Ms. Zaman muses. She has some more cider, because logic like that requires cider.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 1, 2012 12:18:22 GMT -5
Rodney nods, then he leans forward to pick his shirt back off the floor. Before he puts it back on, however, his fingers automatically go to brush the point where the Matrix meets his flesh, and he sighs.
"We're going to have to be careful, though. We have to trust someone, but we have to be careful about how many. More than a few humans would want a crack at pulling this out of me." And then he pulls the shirt down over his head, hiding it.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 1, 2012 12:30:31 GMT -5
"Over my dead body," Ms. Zaman growls at the thought of someone trying to pry the Matrix out of Rodney. If it came to that? Yes, she means it literally. "I wonder if we should organise ourselves better... or if that would just make it easier to kidnap groups of us."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 1, 2012 22:06:27 GMT -5
"Well, if we can avoid getting to that point, I say we do that," Rodney says dryly, standing to return to the fridge. He pulls out two ciders and passes one to Sharon as he sits back down. That'll be her third, right? He sits back down, opening his own bottle, and thinks. "So what's next on our order of business? Shockwave?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 1, 2012 22:32:52 GMT -5
Ms. Zaman is neither going to confirm nor deny how many ciders this has been.
She ponders, "I think getting you back to your robot form should be the first order of business, but assassinating Shockwave ought to be second on the list. It is what we came here to do. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can stop troubling the people of Earth."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 2, 2012 21:54:54 GMT -5
Rodney starts to nod, then frowns and narrows his eyes and knits his brow.
"Wait. Why? She's weak right now. This is the first time there's been a real, well... exploitable weakness in the 'Con leadership since Shockwave usurped Starscream."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 3, 2012 19:47:02 GMT -5
Ms. Zaman covers her mouth with her hand, and her eyes widen. She moans, "No. Oh no. This is Trannis all over again! If we kill Shockwave now... we just save some other Decepticon the trouble. Probably Starscream or Scourge. We should just wait until they break out until civil war and then mop up the survivors... ugh, that is the sort of thing Traachon would say." She shudders. "I feel filthy."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 4, 2012 14:55:08 GMT -5
"Who?" Rodney asks, confused. History was never his strong suit.
He takes another long drink from his cider. "But yeah, we've been trying to encourage dissension in the ranks for awhile now. The 'Cons have been weirdly stable ever since we got here, and now we may have a chance to change that."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 5, 2012 17:07:47 GMT -5
"Traachon. I wanted to send in troops to stop the fighting between Vos and Tarn, but that fool told me that we should just let them kill each other and that Iacon would come out the better," Ms. Zaman says, making a very sour face. She holds her hands out, palms up. "The difference now, however, is that we are at war with the Decepticons. Iacon wasn't officially at war with Vos or Tarn then. Winning. That's what it's all about."
She takes another grim swig of her bottle.
"If we can find Punch, we may need to discuss reworking his role slightly."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 5, 2012 22:41:03 GMT -5
"Well, yeah, the already established war thing does make a big difference," he says, finishing his drink. He looks at his empty bottle. Does he want to get a third? Naw, best not to get tipsy in front of the boss.
Except that he'll be living with her, anyway.
To heck with it. He gets up and heads to the fridge for another cider.
"Well, given the situation, finding Punch would be especially tricky, but I can let Addison know. He... and Kate are the only ones who'd know who he is, anyway."
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