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re_alignment2013-01-20 01:15 am
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[Video] - outer edge of Solus Prime's territory
[There's still smoke rising from not just the rocket launcher that can be seen at the edge of the screen where Elita's holding it, but also from something behind her. And besides her deep frown, the rest of her is looking somewhat... beaten up. The feed's also tilted somewhat oddly.]
We have a problem, unless this is a singular attack. [The view pans from Elita to... a critter. There's no other way to describe the partly-curled up and decidedly huge creature with way too many legs, one or two closer to the front ripped off or strangely twisted. It also has some larger, multiple segmented limbs that would probably be more maneuverable than comfortable around what would probably have been its head if it wasn't entirely blown away, smoke curling in the heat from a nearby open fissure.]
It's unglyphed, and unless someone can say they've seen anything like this out in the wilderness or near the Badlands, I'd hazard a guess that we might have something like when the Lambda spewed unglyphed monsters down on us early on... [The view goes back to Elita, who now has her other arm resting over her chestplates, revealing several deep scratches scattered over her arms and probably more out of view, the antennae on her right arm bent at a drastic angle and one back-mounted panel hanging decidedly and uncomfortably askew.]
If someone has more information, either in regards to that [And, unthinkingly, she lifts the arm she'd been covering her chestplate with to point at the monster, revealing that the left half of it has been mangled by row upon exact row of something pointed and sharp. It's left that half of her chestplate with circular punctures mostly revealing nothing but gouged metal, but in some places there's the obvious silver flash of a cable or sparks from torn circuitry. There's a rev from her engine and her hand falls back into place.] or something that could be similar to the... calling, or whatever we should call it that happened a while ago, then now might be the time to start to collect it all together. Especially as I'm inside Solus Prime's quadrant, even if it's somewhat close to the outer edge.
[She pauses, then, and despite the situation, briefly a sharp, amused smile slides over her faceplates.]
Shaoshao? I'd give you an extra pointer, but hopefully that was obvious enough as to what you'd want to attack.
[Then Elita casts a frown at the be-headed creature right as the feed cuts. At least it didn't get to tear up enough to bare her spark chamber.]
((ooc: Aka; Elita gets to be the first victim, though at least she wasn't the one to lose her head!))
We have a problem, unless this is a singular attack. [The view pans from Elita to... a critter. There's no other way to describe the partly-curled up and decidedly huge creature with way too many legs, one or two closer to the front ripped off or strangely twisted. It also has some larger, multiple segmented limbs that would probably be more maneuverable than comfortable around what would probably have been its head if it wasn't entirely blown away, smoke curling in the heat from a nearby open fissure.]
It's unglyphed, and unless someone can say they've seen anything like this out in the wilderness or near the Badlands, I'd hazard a guess that we might have something like when the Lambda spewed unglyphed monsters down on us early on... [The view goes back to Elita, who now has her other arm resting over her chestplates, revealing several deep scratches scattered over her arms and probably more out of view, the antennae on her right arm bent at a drastic angle and one back-mounted panel hanging decidedly and uncomfortably askew.]
If someone has more information, either in regards to that [And, unthinkingly, she lifts the arm she'd been covering her chestplate with to point at the monster, revealing that the left half of it has been mangled by row upon exact row of something pointed and sharp. It's left that half of her chestplate with circular punctures mostly revealing nothing but gouged metal, but in some places there's the obvious silver flash of a cable or sparks from torn circuitry. There's a rev from her engine and her hand falls back into place.] or something that could be similar to the... calling, or whatever we should call it that happened a while ago, then now might be the time to start to collect it all together. Especially as I'm inside Solus Prime's quadrant, even if it's somewhat close to the outer edge.
[She pauses, then, and despite the situation, briefly a sharp, amused smile slides over her faceplates.]
Shaoshao? I'd give you an extra pointer, but hopefully that was obvious enough as to what you'd want to attack.
[Then Elita casts a frown at the be-headed creature right as the feed cuts. At least it didn't get to tear up enough to bare her spark chamber.]
((ooc: Aka; Elita gets to be the first victim, though at least she wasn't the one to lose her head!))
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[Dry grin, followed by a slight grimace as she manages to shift her frame while walking enough that the instinctive (attempted) adjustment flick of her back-mounted panels pull on the one hanging decidedly askew.]
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[He smiles back and then tilts his head.]Are you walking all the way to the medbay? Alone?
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[She snorts.]
I'm walking until my escort and lift gets here, then I won't have to.
[She grins a bit as she says it, but it's all true. Optimus will need to be her left back, and this time there won't be any need to walking back, since her injuries aren't bad enough to warrant the care. Instead she can hopefully catch a literal ride, so it's a good thing Optimus is big.]
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Tell your escort to be quick. And look for me once you arrive to the medbay. The name's Knock Out.
[Knock Out can appreciate the advantage of a big partner too.]
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I could see him doing that. He seems quite prone to... complaining, from what I know of the one from my reality, and the one that's here.
[There's a brief pause as she looks him over, considering it. It's not even necessarily that he's a Decepticon, but she doesn't know this mech. At all. Then she nods.]
If Ambulon has gotten a more pressing patient by the time we've arrived, I'll do that.
[She didn't think she'd need to tell Optimus to be quick, however, he'd probably be that on his own... more than her injuries warranted, probably.]
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'Quite prone' doesn't cover it. He's worse than a little protoform.
[He got an alt mode, shinny red paintjob and no symbol. Maybe he's neutral.]
He's being grumpy with someone now. As always. And I have no idea where's First Aid.
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[Elita agreed with a burst of laughter and then shrugs slightly.]
Maybe me, considering all this. [Since she's using the hand with her arm computer on it to shield most of the damage to her chestplate, she can use the other hand to indicate herself.
And rather few Autobots have red optics, sir.]
But if you're still there at the medbay when my escort and I get there, you'll doubtlessly see me anyway.
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[Knock Out smiles.
Res id the new blue, madam.]
I will be here for sure. See you then.
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[Cerebro shells and all that. And after she'd activated the jammer, the battle had started.
And don't lie, Knock Out, it's not!]
Definitely.
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[Why all the weirdest things happens to Starscream and /or his clones? We will never know]
[IT WILL BE, just wait.]
Good.
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Usually Bombshell keeps a tight hand about his cerebro shells, but Bugbite had somehow gotten access to some.
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...Or them.
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[Another twist of her mouth before she shrugs.]
Bugbite was a new Decepticon, and Bombshell's an Insecticon. The cerebro shells were his "thing".
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[It's Knock Out's time to grimace.] Insecticons.
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[She doesn't believe you, sir. :| Unicron is bad business!]
Bad experiences?
[She tilts her helm, and while still unsettled by the thought of "blood of Unicron", there's slight teasing in the movement as well as her voice.]
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Ko's not denying that.]
You could say that. They're rather disgusting And stupid.
[Would you want some cheese with that whine, Elita?]
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They seem to be rather different compared to the ones from my reality. While I could probably describe some of their proclivities, attitudes or similar as disgusting, they're otherwise pretty much like anyone of us... And unfortunately at least Bombshell isn't stupid.
[She makes a little grimace.]
He's an expert in mind-warfare, which is why the cerebro shells.
[Why, thank you! Would make the whine go down better at least.]
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In mine they're brainless brutes that move in swarms, they do make an impressive army.
An insecticon expert on something. Now I've heard everything. How does he looks like?
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Big, then? The Insecticons in my reality are actually rather small, and there's only three of them. Purple, gray and yellow. Bombshell in particular has an antenna-gun on his helm from which the cerebro shells are fired.
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As tall as Megatron, or bigger and not so colored.
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[And she can see why he'd described them as he did earlier.]
Either way... thank you for the concern. I should be all right, and hopefully have a lift soon.
[Have a small smile, Knock Out.]
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Okay. Perhaps we will be able to chat more in the future, or I will see you around the medbay.
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[She chuckles briefly and then nods.]
Either or... or both.
[With a little salute, Elita disconnects.]