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[Starscream. Great, exactly the voice he wanted to hear right now.]
What an unfortunate surprise. [the words are clipped and terse betraying his already sour mood.] "Suck up points", as you've so eloquently phrased it, have nothing to do with it.
[Tarn doesn't even do the service of looking up. Instead he continues to stare morosely out the window at the stars.]
Now, unless you have something actually productive to tell me, perhaps you should leave. I have more important things to worry about than your petty words.
What an unfortunate surprise. [the words are clipped and terse betraying his already sour mood.] "Suck up points", as you've so eloquently phrased it, have nothing to do with it.
[Tarn doesn't even do the service of looking up. Instead he continues to stare morosely out the window at the stars.]
Now, unless you have something actually productive to tell me, perhaps you should leave. I have more important things to worry about than your petty words.
[Tarn's fingers find another pest, wrapping around the shrieking creature and crushing it easily in his fist. A friendly voice from behind him, interrupts his almost impotent bloodlust.
Slowly he stands up, pulling his arm from the hole, tossing the pulverised corpse into the pile with the others.
Poor Tailgate really needs to get a better handle on who it is a good idea to approach. Especially, when they are wearing a gaudy Decepticon mask and have giant fists that are dripping organic blood and could easily crush his little head.
His lack of fear is noteworthy, especially for such a tiny Autobot.]
I wouldn't expect so. Typically Autobots don't have the pleasure of meeting me more than once. [Tarn waits for realization to kick in. No? Nothing? Surely he's heard tale of the DJD before. In fact Tailgate looks strangely familiar.]
Slowly he stands up, pulling his arm from the hole, tossing the pulverised corpse into the pile with the others.
Poor Tailgate really needs to get a better handle on who it is a good idea to approach. Especially, when they are wearing a gaudy Decepticon mask and have giant fists that are dripping organic blood and could easily crush his little head.
His lack of fear is noteworthy, especially for such a tiny Autobot.]
I wouldn't expect so. Typically Autobots don't have the pleasure of meeting me more than once. [Tarn waits for realization to kick in. No? Nothing? Surely he's heard tale of the DJD before. In fact Tailgate looks strangely familiar.]
[He's not exactly pumped to be here. After all, Cybertron was just fixed. He'd really rather be there, but no.
There's differences between how Ratchet is handling this from Tarn. For instance, the tantrum is entirely internal.
For now.
Mostly.
At the current time and place, the old medic is busy grumbling and looking for something to keep his hands busy before he loses his mind.]
There's differences between how Ratchet is handling this from Tarn. For instance, the tantrum is entirely internal.
For now.
Mostly.
At the current time and place, the old medic is busy grumbling and looking for something to keep his hands busy before he loses his mind.]
[After Cyclonus and Megatron, Tailgate finds it difficult to be immediately scared of scary-looking people. He does find the mask a little intimidating though. That and the organic goo is kind of gross, he hopes the newcomer plans on washing that off.]
Um, I don't know who you are?
[Tailgate says cautiously, squinting up at Tarn's face. Maybe he should know who this person is, but he doesn't ring any bells.]
I've never met a Decepticon before. Well, that's not true, I've met a couple, but they were never interested in talking.
[Scary or not, Tailgate is determined to be polite, so he offers up one of his energon cubes.]
Here! You can have this if you want. They're down in the cargo bay if you want more, but we're kind of short at the moment.
Um, I don't know who you are?
[Tailgate says cautiously, squinting up at Tarn's face. Maybe he should know who this person is, but he doesn't ring any bells.]
I've never met a Decepticon before. Well, that's not true, I've met a couple, but they were never interested in talking.
[Scary or not, Tailgate is determined to be polite, so he offers up one of his energon cubes.]
Here! You can have this if you want. They're down in the cargo bay if you want more, but we're kind of short at the moment.
Oh oh. Did I touch a nerve? Let me guess ... Ol' Megs didn't even notice you trying to be his number one fan.
[Starscream has no idea who this is or why harassing him is probably a very bad idea. Which is why he's going to keep poking at the hornets nest.]
Don't let it get to you. He doesn't pay attention to much past the size of his own big head.
[Starscream has no idea who this is or why harassing him is probably a very bad idea. Which is why he's going to keep poking at the hornets nest.]
Don't let it get to you. He doesn't pay attention to much past the size of his own big head.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[Even if he isn’t the chattiest of people, he does spend a lot of time around Laserbeak and Buzzsaw. Who pretty much always have a running commentary. Roller’s chattering is no where near that level. That said, he does appreciate the larger bot not crushing his hand. He kind of needs his hands for things.]
You are welcome.
They are solid-light projections used to blend in with organic species. Human should be of an appropriate scale for the majority of the ship.
[Even if he isn’t the chattiest of people, he does spend a lot of time around Laserbeak and Buzzsaw. Who pretty much always have a running commentary. Roller’s chattering is no where near that level. That said, he does appreciate the larger bot not crushing his hand. He kind of needs his hands for things.]
You are welcome.
They are solid-light projections used to blend in with organic species. Human should be of an appropriate scale for the majority of the ship.
[Riptide can stare at Megatron’s pecs all he wants okay. It’s not like he cares or something. Baka!]
You have been deceived if you were told the Autobots have been ignoring us.
[Because apparently Prime and his crew couldn’t just leave them alone to build a new home after making them unwelcome on the old one.]
As such, I find it hard to believe the Autobots have any intention of sharing this ship or supplies equally.
You have been deceived if you were told the Autobots have been ignoring us.
[Because apparently Prime and his crew couldn’t just leave them alone to build a new home after making them unwelcome on the old one.]
As such, I find it hard to believe the Autobots have any intention of sharing this ship or supplies equally.
[ Sorry Wanda. She isn't the only big bad in the universe and there are loads of other factors to consider. Withholding information doesn't lend itself to the other person believing anything that's being said.
But she's still being helpful. She's a part of the original group that showed up and they have another murderer on board. ]
. . .Great so we're stuck on a foreign spaceship with a murderer that's still on the loose. Why do I get the feeling this isn't the worst part?
But she's still being helpful. She's a part of the original group that showed up and they have another murderer on board. ]
. . .Great so we're stuck on a foreign spaceship with a murderer that's still on the loose. Why do I get the feeling this isn't the worst part?
Edited 2016-03-10 18:46 (UTC)
Smart lad. [Tarn doesn't let go. His fingers may have even tightened their grip to adjust to Riptide's quivering frame, but only ever so slightly.
He leans in close enough that the slightest whisp of air brushes Riptides audio receptor through the mask,]
Now, I'll ask again. Where is Megatron? [If he wasn't using his vocal talent before, he sure as hell is now. As he lowers his voice his hold tightens, squeezing the miserable Autobot's spark like a vice.]
He leans in close enough that the slightest whisp of air brushes Riptides audio receptor through the mask,]
Now, I'll ask again. Where is Megatron? [If he wasn't using his vocal talent before, he sure as hell is now. As he lowers his voice his hold tightens, squeezing the miserable Autobot's spark like a vice.]
Efficient...
[Tarn is impressed; which takes a lot. Cocking his head to the side he observes as Soundwave pulls out with a few more smoking corpses.
How elegantly handled. Unfortunately, Tarn has no choice but to handle the infestation in less graceful manners. At least it still serves for good stress relief.
Without missing a beat, his foot comes down on another rodent even as he continues to give the other mech his full attention.]
Designation?
[Tarn is impressed; which takes a lot. Cocking his head to the side he observes as Soundwave pulls out with a few more smoking corpses.
How elegantly handled. Unfortunately, Tarn has no choice but to handle the infestation in less graceful manners. At least it still serves for good stress relief.
Without missing a beat, his foot comes down on another rodent even as he continues to give the other mech his full attention.]
Designation?
[Peridot is honestly very rarely ever in the cargo bay. On the rare occasion that she is, it's usually for one of two reasons: Either one of the cybertronians needs repairs, or it's for her monthly inspection of the only plug robonoid that she has on the ship.
Today, it's the latter. The inspection is a quick task; mostly it just involves taking the device through all of its basic functions to make sure it's still working correctly, which of course, thanks to her rigid regular maintenance schedule, it always is.
She's just wrapping up when she hears heavy footsteps approaching. It's not out of the ordinary; most of the Cybertronians work down here in the cargo bay, since it's one of the few places they can move freely. Thus, the sound of metal stomping on metal doesn't tend to faze her much anymore.
What does faze her is the sight of a completely unfamiliar 'bot. She glances up at Tarn and does a double take, skittering backwards and pressing against the huge teal body of her robonoid in her surprise. She gapes, mouth ajar, wide eyes fixed on that masked purple face.]
Today, it's the latter. The inspection is a quick task; mostly it just involves taking the device through all of its basic functions to make sure it's still working correctly, which of course, thanks to her rigid regular maintenance schedule, it always is.
She's just wrapping up when she hears heavy footsteps approaching. It's not out of the ordinary; most of the Cybertronians work down here in the cargo bay, since it's one of the few places they can move freely. Thus, the sound of metal stomping on metal doesn't tend to faze her much anymore.
What does faze her is the sight of a completely unfamiliar 'bot. She glances up at Tarn and does a double take, skittering backwards and pressing against the huge teal body of her robonoid in her surprise. She gapes, mouth ajar, wide eyes fixed on that masked purple face.]
[Caught in a whirlwind of impotent fury, Tarn has found his way to a supply room.
He wants nothing more than to be back with the whole of the Decpeticon Justice Division, doing his life's work in hunting down traitors and cowards and upholding the Decepticon ideals. He was busy. He had plans.
But, he supposes they dont matter now. Lain in ruins at his feet as he's stuck rusting on this ship full of Autobots and organics.
Ratchet might hear a loud growl of frustration, followed by clattering of supplies as Tarn begins ripping shelves out of the walls]
He wants nothing more than to be back with the whole of the Decpeticon Justice Division, doing his life's work in hunting down traitors and cowards and upholding the Decepticon ideals. He was busy. He had plans.
But, he supposes they dont matter now. Lain in ruins at his feet as he's stuck rusting on this ship full of Autobots and organics.
Ratchet might hear a loud growl of frustration, followed by clattering of supplies as Tarn begins ripping shelves out of the walls]
Edited 2016-03-10 02:25 (UTC)
[Okay, you know what? He needed an excuse to tear into someone. He can't really see what's going on in the supply room with him, considering there's a few shelves between him, but he knows when something his size is being a big stupid asshole.]
Would you kindly mind taking your anger problems somewhere else? I just organized these shelves!
Would you kindly mind taking your anger problems somewhere else? I just organized these shelves!
Seeing a child wandering around is something Toriel naturally notices. Much less a child going in circles staring at the cosmos openly. The boss monster stifles her amusement as she approaches the child, genuinely curious.
"Enjoying the sights, dear?" Toriel if anything is hard to miss, the 6'9 white furred goat looking monster in the standard Moria uniform. "Don't spin too much or you'll make yourself dizzy."
"Enjoying the sights, dear?" Toriel if anything is hard to miss, the 6'9 white furred goat looking monster in the standard Moria uniform. "Don't spin too much or you'll make yourself dizzy."
Your call.
[He's a bit relieved, though. It's better this way, for her to know what happened and be a part of it, than for him to deal with it behind her back.
Leaning back against the door, he puts out a call on the MID requesting backup.]
Why the hell did you decide to keep one for a pet, anyway?
[He's a bit relieved, though. It's better this way, for her to know what happened and be a part of it, than for him to deal with it behind her back.
Leaning back against the door, he puts out a call on the MID requesting backup.]
Why the hell did you decide to keep one for a pet, anyway?
Rashid takes the hand and shakes amiably. "Yeah, guess you could say I'm new. Never been on a ship like this before. Not sure why they'd want a guy like me." Unless they wanted to help him find his friend. Actually, that would be pretty awesome.
"Are you new too, Scott?"
"Are you new too, Scott?"
That would also be inadvisable.
[the voice comes the vicinity for Roller's shoulder (maybe). There's a small girl hovering near the entrance of the vent, taking full advantage of Roller's courtesy in holding the grating opened... This is a girl right? It's not like the lack of arms, expression and actual floating without any form of hover tech is unusual right?]
If these creatures will become as hostile as it is claimed then there is a 90% probability that whoever wanders into their nest will be summarily assaulted. Chasing the creatures out of such a disadvantageous location will increase our chances of eliminating them with minimal injury by at least 65%.
[she turns her head to look at Roller] The question is how durable the vents themselves are.
[the voice comes the vicinity for Roller's shoulder (maybe). There's a small girl hovering near the entrance of the vent, taking full advantage of Roller's courtesy in holding the grating opened... This is a girl right? It's not like the lack of arms, expression and actual floating without any form of hover tech is unusual right?]
If these creatures will become as hostile as it is claimed then there is a 90% probability that whoever wanders into their nest will be summarily assaulted. Chasing the creatures out of such a disadvantageous location will increase our chances of eliminating them with minimal injury by at least 65%.
[she turns her head to look at Roller] The question is how durable the vents themselves are.
[Eve has her tranq raised and ready to fire at the weird little creature until her brain catches up with her and -]
Librarian?
[She returns, equally surprised but by and large happier by first glance. She can handle space and being away from her team. But she'd far prefer having them with her and Flynn would be her first choice out of all of them.
Which is something she'll never tell any one of them because she does not need to deal with that.]
Librarian?
[She returns, equally surprised but by and large happier by first glance. She can handle space and being away from her team. But she'd far prefer having them with her and Flynn would be her first choice out of all of them.
Which is something she'll never tell any one of them because she does not need to deal with that.]
The captains didn't build this ship, they found it. In the same way we ended up here. If there's a reason for it, I don't know it and they probably don't either.
( he knows this because miles apparently badged all three captains into coughing up information. as his cousin does.
he's caught snatches of information here and there, but hasn't put the effort towards connecting them. not when miles did that himself. was doing it himself, he's been a bit off, recently. best not mention that to his aunt right now, and since he didn't have any warning about his mother showing up, he's debating inflicting her on his relatives without any as well.
oh god, he needs to keep his mother away from elizabeth. )
( he knows this because miles apparently badged all three captains into coughing up information. as his cousin does.
he's caught snatches of information here and there, but hasn't put the effort towards connecting them. not when miles did that himself. was doing it himself, he's been a bit off, recently. best not mention that to his aunt right now, and since he didn't have any warning about his mother showing up, he's debating inflicting her on his relatives without any as well.
oh god, he needs to keep his mother away from elizabeth. )
[ She sniffs lightly in disapproval at that bit of news. ]
I would hope they've at least been properly trained to handle a ship of this size.
[ If they're to be left in charge of this unknown vessel. The mention of captains however has her searching her son subtly for any sign of rank. Surely he's made progress in a career suitable for his station. ]
Did you go into the Imperial Service once you were of age?
I would hope they've at least been properly trained to handle a ship of this size.
[ If they're to be left in charge of this unknown vessel. The mention of captains however has her searching her son subtly for any sign of rank. Surely he's made progress in a career suitable for his station. ]
Did you go into the Imperial Service once you were of age?
( ah, there's the sort of disapproval ivan has imagined coming from his mother towards this whole mess. he grins, but shakes his head. )
Not a chance of it.
( his crew uniform doesn't reflect his rank on-board -- which is high, but they're mostly just handed out to them at the beginning of the month. being barrayaran, however, they matter a little; miles likes flaunting his. but he has a satisfactory answer to that question of his mother's. )
When I was seventeen, along with Miles. I'm a Lieutenant now, in Ops. I was just finishing up a year's stint embassy work on Earth before I got dragged here.
Not a chance of it.
( his crew uniform doesn't reflect his rank on-board -- which is high, but they're mostly just handed out to them at the beginning of the month. being barrayaran, however, they matter a little; miles likes flaunting his. but he has a satisfactory answer to that question of his mother's. )
When I was seventeen, along with Miles. I'm a Lieutenant now, in Ops. I was just finishing up a year's stint embassy work on Earth before I got dragged here.
round 'em up
[If this ship needed an exterminator there was no one better than Samus. These paklers proved very quickly to be a nuisance and while Samus was of the opinion live and let live--if possible--she also knows where to draw lines at self-defense and when a pest species didn't belong. They'd prove a bigger threat if their numbers were left unchecked. A damn shame.
Don't mind the 6-foot something tall suit of bright orange armor prowling the hallways looking like a diabolical robot Santa with a huge satchel slung over one of those round shoulder pauldrons. Little bumps and bits stick out and the bottom of the sack is stained with blood. It leaves a tiny dripping trail on the floor wherever she goes. It's getting pretty full, she should probably dump them off somewhere. Samus gestures to the next passerby--that's you.]
Can you direct me to quarantine? [Or where it may be best to dispose of unwanted trash.] I have some presents to drop off.
wildcard
[Samus is hard to miss, and can be found exploring around literally anywhere in her armor. Please direct her to the nearest exit andor bar.]
[If this ship needed an exterminator there was no one better than Samus. These paklers proved very quickly to be a nuisance and while Samus was of the opinion live and let live--if possible--she also knows where to draw lines at self-defense and when a pest species didn't belong. They'd prove a bigger threat if their numbers were left unchecked. A damn shame.
Don't mind the 6-foot something tall suit of bright orange armor prowling the hallways looking like a diabolical robot Santa with a huge satchel slung over one of those round shoulder pauldrons. Little bumps and bits stick out and the bottom of the sack is stained with blood. It leaves a tiny dripping trail on the floor wherever she goes. It's getting pretty full, she should probably dump them off somewhere. Samus gestures to the next passerby--that's you.]
Can you direct me to quarantine? [Or where it may be best to dispose of unwanted trash.] I have some presents to drop off.
wildcard
[Samus is hard to miss, and can be found exploring around literally anywhere in her armor. Please direct her to the nearest exit andor bar.]
what's yours is well... yours
[You know what's off about Raiden's wardrobe? Literally everything. Woe betide anyone who comes across the completely naked man with skin pale enough to make the barcode like tattoos that speckle his thigh, back and upper arms all the more noticeable. He slinks through the hallways on his tip toes, a well-practiced silence and sneakiness that might make him surprisingly easy to miss as he tries to find something or anything more appropriate than his hand to cover up with.
He's hoping no one notices. Maybe he could hide under that cardboard box over there for better cover...]
wildcard
[Or bump into him actually clothed, pressing his fingers to his ear and talking out-loud seemingly to himself (perhaps muttering something about 'codec static') or fiddling with his MID.]
[You know what's off about Raiden's wardrobe? Literally everything. Woe betide anyone who comes across the completely naked man with skin pale enough to make the barcode like tattoos that speckle his thigh, back and upper arms all the more noticeable. He slinks through the hallways on his tip toes, a well-practiced silence and sneakiness that might make him surprisingly easy to miss as he tries to find something or anything more appropriate than his hand to cover up with.
He's hoping no one notices. Maybe he could hide under that cardboard box over there for better cover...]
wildcard
[Or bump into him actually clothed, pressing his fingers to his ear and talking out-loud seemingly to himself (perhaps muttering something about 'codec static') or fiddling with his MID.]
What's Yours is Mine
[Look, he's really, really, really particular about looking like an invader. Like at all times. He's pretty pissy he can't have his usual uniform too, so when he gets hisgross new uniform back, and it's three sizes too big...
There's yelling.
Because Zim is five.]
WHO DID THIS!? THESE ARE MINE! WHO TAMPERED WITH MY HIDEOUS GARBAGE BAG CLOTHES?
[Because he has to wear them and he cares, but not enough to like them and everyone must know. Also because it's chilly and he's fucking tiny, he put it on. His arms have vanished inside the shirt, and the cranky alien is still in the process of losing his shit]
WHEN I FIND YOU I WILL TURN YOUR AWFUL FOOD BAG ORGAN INTO A HAT!
[Look, he's really, really, really particular about looking like an invader. Like at all times. He's pretty pissy he can't have his usual uniform too, so when he gets his
There's yelling.
Because Zim is five.]
WHO DID THIS!? THESE ARE MINE! WHO TAMPERED WITH MY HIDEOUS GARBAGE BAG CLOTHES?
[Because he has to wear them and he cares, but not enough to like them and everyone must know. Also because it's chilly and he's fucking tiny, he put it on. His arms have vanished inside the shirt, and the cranky alien is still in the process of losing his shit]
WHEN I FIND YOU I WILL TURN YOUR AWFUL FOOD BAG ORGAN INTO A HAT!
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