Prison Transport

[Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao]

Unfortunately for Onslaught, he still has the annoying helicopter pilot to deal with.

//Lookin’ handsome there, Oct.// Valerie’s smirk is obvious even on the radio. //Plannin’ onna date tonight?// She watches him as he drags a rather haggard looking woman from the truck and arches a brow. There’s that weirdly familiar feeling again. She’s definitely beginning to suspect there’s something weird going on with her brain. Did a telepath go in and mess with it at some point? Did she knock her head somewhere really, really hard and forgot ever meeting these people?

[Brawl]

"Oh, hi, Onslaught," Brawl slurs semi-coherently. "You shoulda just said it was you," he adds. At least the view is nice, slung over Octavian's shoulder, with his shapely armored buttocks swaying back and forth across her field of vision.

Brawl is going to hate herself for having those thoughts when he regains consciousness.


OOC: Out of thread due to KO.

[Onslaught/Octavian Comstock]

Onslaught hopes that Elsa will keep these thoughts to himself. It would make things even more awkward if both Combaticons start flirting.

Octavian dumps the unconscious body in the helicopter and then climbs in, closing the door behind him. Then he sits down and straps himself in, before reaching for the first aid kit. It would be a good idea to at least get some pain killers into his system.

//Only with the medical ward, since I am unfortunately not blessed with regeneration.//

//Mission has been accomplished. Take us home, Agent Vortex.//

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Wrap?

[Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao]

//Whoa, whoa,// Valerie laughs as the helicopter rises. //I didn’t need t’ know anything ‘bout your medical fetishes, Oct.// Really now, that was too much information even for someone such as her!

To the latter she says simply responds, //Yes sir,// and directs their ride base-ward.

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OOC: Wrap!