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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Oct 2, 2011 21:41:07 GMT -5
Month 3, Week 1, Day 1, Event Horizon, private, mention of Swerve done with permission
Skyblast is not sure if the thing for which he is searching is even real. He may well have been drunk at the time and heard something wrong. However, he is quite determined to just keep asking people until he gets its right, because surely, if it is real, someone will have heard of it. Might not even be someone from his reality!
He wanders into medical. Would someone all clinical know what he means? Maybe! Now, Swerve's not the... funnest of Autobots, but he's kind of shady, so maybe he knows about drugs?
It is a small mercy that Skyblast doesn't speak his thought processes out loud. Instead, what he asks, quite brightly, is, "Hey, Swerve! Do you know what energon stars are?"
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Post by Swerve on Oct 4, 2011 20:34:11 GMT -5
In the middle of something completely unrelated to being social – he isn't much of a social drinker – Swerve pauses with his energon cube halfway to his mouth and side-eyes Skyblast. Then he sets down his cube and gives the jetformer a full-on stare.
"Energon stars," he repeats flatly. He'd say no, except that he might've heard something offhand from a very old racer a very long time ago; something about star-shaped booster chips one could use instead of a Cyber Key. Or if one was daring, with the Key. But such a thing was well before Swerve's time. "Rumours," he eventually says. "Heard talk of something called energon chips when I was younger. Can't say I've ever seen one." Then his optics narrow. "Why?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Oct 8, 2011 19:42:24 GMT -5
"That's better than most can manage but still not quite good enough, I'm afraid!" Skyblast replies, going over one of his wings with a hand in a preening gesture. "You see, I've been trying to remember if they're even real or not, because I think I had one once, and it was amazing, and I'd really like to have another again."
The fact that Skyblast can't remember if he's had one or not ought to set off warning bells.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 9, 2011 8:47:05 GMT -5
That Skyblast can't recall just makes Swerve wonder if the little jet is an airhead or if these energon stars have really negative effects on the users. Why not just stick with Cyber Keys? They feel weirder than they should, but he's certainly never experienced memory loss from their use.
"Unless the oldtimers talking about 'em were just yanking on my drive train," Swerve mutters, "those energon chips were probably real. I can think of weirder scrap." He shrugs. "Heard they were star-shaped, anyway. I guess we just had better things to do with our energon than make boosters out of 'em after a while." Like, well, keeping the inhabitants of Velocitron fuelled.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Oct 9, 2011 21:50:14 GMT -5
"But what if we didn't have to make them out of energon? C'mon, there are plenty of ways to make energon out of random stuff, so surely, we could make energon stars out of random stuff, too!" Skyblast inquires, optics shining brightly.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 14, 2011 14:18:46 GMT -5
Swerve fixes Skyblast with a look as though he just asked whether or not Swerve has wheels and sets down his cube.
"I dunno about you," he mutters, "but I can't just whip up energon out of thin air. And I can't make it out of something else, either. Like I'm some kinda dross-cooking chemist." He snorts in disbelief. He hadn't known any fuel specialists – not personally – back home, either, getting all of his through a middleman, a dealer who often as not likely stole his supplies topside. Swerve, wondering just where this is going, mumbles a curse and leans back in his seat. "Just what're you getting at?" he demands. His critical glare is a searching one instead. "We got the sort here who can probably mix up whatever you're babbling about and I'm not one of 'em. So why're you asking me about this stuff?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Oct 15, 2011 15:53:02 GMT -5
"No, no, I can't - what do I look like, an Insecticon?" Skyblast pouts.
Don't say Skyblast looks like an Insecticon, Swerve. He'll be really put-out. Even if movie designs do tend to have an insectoid cast to them.
Skyblast explains, "And I'm asking you because you're the first person I've met who knows what they are? Think maybe we could pool what we remember and bug one of the others and get some made?"
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Post by Swerve on Oct 23, 2011 9:06:19 GMT -5
Swerve isn't really familiar with Insecticons, so Skyblast is safe enough from that comparison. The racer is sort of curious about how well Skyblast can cool his systems since even with all that armour, he still has what looks like a pretty well-ventilated body structure. Not, he amends privately, that he thinks he could stomach walking around looking like that; he likes obviously being a car. It's the cooling potential that intrigues him.
"…I guess," he says grudgingly, letting the Insecticon topic drop for now. Equally grudging, but preferring to be up-front than the source of a bad surprise later, he adds as he picks up his drink, "It was a really long time ago, so don't expect too much."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Oct 23, 2011 17:55:31 GMT -5
Skyblast has obvious wings on his arms and a cockpit on his back. It's not completely not-obvious what Skyblast turns into.
Though he probably uses jet fuel as a part of his coolant system. It keeps his fuel warm and ready to combust and the rest of him cool. Win win.
Anyway, Skyblast doesn't mind Swerve checking out his coolant system or whatever it is that Swerve is doing. He just insists cheerily, "Won't know until we try!"
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Post by Swerve on Oct 30, 2011 9:45:23 GMT -5
"Fine, fine," Swerve grumps, going back to his drink. "Just quit riding me about it." He can't decide if it's Skyblast's enthusiasm or smile that's the most obnoxious part of all this. It's probably a little bit of both. Maybe he can change the tack of this conversation. "You can use these chips, you said?" he asks pointedly. "Got the systems for 'em?" After all, the proper systems have to be in place, he assumes. Somebody who lacks a Cyber Key port and siphon relays can't load a Cyber Key and put its power into action, after all.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 2, 2011 12:20:41 GMT -5
"Oh Swerve," Skyblast says sweetly, "If I was riding you, you wouldn't be complaining now."
Then he looks at Swerve blankly, and he says, "As I recall, all you need to do is snap it on, and it works. It's probably a deal where it's not as big a power boost, but you don't need to be specialised to use it?"
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Post by Swerve on Nov 6, 2011 22:43:24 GMT -5
And now it's Swerve's turn to stare – well, scowl blankly at Skyblast as the innuendo sails well over the racer's head. He built specifically so he'd be too small for others to jump on the way he's prone to doing, so of course he'll complain if anybody tries it.
But that line of thought makes his processors spin up too much, so he abandons it.
"Where's it supposed to snap on?" he asks pointedly. "Just any old blasted where? Like I could just stick one on my knee and go?" Being as he built this body with his own hands, he's sure he hasn't installed any energy-siphon systems that don't involve the Cyber Key or energon. He's sure he'd remember including a port to plug on an energon chip.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 9, 2011 17:54:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure... if you wanted to look like a dweeb," Skyblast replies to Swerve's suggestion of knee-attachment. "Come on, it's just processed energon, if you can't eat processed energon, you have other problems."
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Post by Swerve on Nov 13, 2011 23:00:47 GMT -5
"You aren't exactly eating it if you're jamming it onto your plating somewhere," Swerve mutters, glowering. He doesn't eat Cyber Keys, after all, because that would be stupid. Or maybe in Skyblast's reality, they actually do eat energon chips. "Whatever," the racer says abruptly, making a dismissive cut off gesture with one hand. "Back to the point of this scrap. You said you wanna make one of these things. Fine. D'you know if they need moulds or something?" He frowns somewhat thoughtfully at his drink. "I figure they do," he goes on, more to himself than to Skyblast, "but it isn't like I ever tried to cast energon."
He says nothing for a second or two, then looks up with an air of confusion as well as the omnipresent irritation.
"Wait one blasted nano," he grumbles. His optics on Skyblast are accusatory, like somehow the little jet deliberately influenced him and his innate creative tendencies. "Why'm I even thinking about it this seriously? It's your idea!"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Nov 13, 2011 23:36:38 GMT -5
Yes, Skyblast is a muse, and he has seduced Swerve with his wicked creative ways. He throws his hands up near his head, palms forward and open, and he says winningly, "Hey, just because it is my idea doesn't mean it is a bad one! In fact, I am well known for my fabulous ideas. And you're thinking about it because you're the smart one here. I fly, I fight, I love - you are the one who can actually make things."
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