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If it's not one thing, it's another

Mar 11, 2009 18:21

He pulls a grenade from subspace and balances it in his hand, his targeting array automatically finding the best place to lob it for the most damage. His thumb brushes the trigger and he offlines his optics.

Shots continue to tear past his head, his doorwings twitch, threatening to unlatch from his back and give the ‘Cons a target, and with a ( Read more... )

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1st_aid_kit March 11 2009, 22:43:15 UTC

*In the Med Bay, First Aid is sitting on the edge of the counter, lost in thought. The sudden explosion sends a shudder through the Ark and is enough to shake the human off the table enitrely.*

*He yelps as he falls, arms instinctively going to cover his head...*

naturebot March 11 2009, 22:56:43 UTC

Hound too is sitting quietly waiting for Ratchet to get back to him with the results of his bloodwork. The explosion startles him and he jumps to his feet only to tumble to his knees as the whole Ark shakes. Panting hard, he feels the change come again. Gritting his teeth, prepared for some sort of pain, he's surprised when he finds himself crouching on four paws, tongue licking a long muzzle.

"Aid," he shouts as the lights go out and then come back on again.

Beachcomber yips in surprise and instinctively looks for a place to hide when the Ark shakes under him. Lights fade and come on and he's pressed against Steeljaw. "What the slag?"

chatter_bot March 11 2009, 23:31:25 UTC

Bluestreak remained offline unaware of the havoc created by the explosion. The heat had scorched his paint and melted the armor on his back but had left his front untouched, his familiar red and silver paint scheme obvious.

cmowithahatchet March 12 2009, 04:20:34 UTC

Slagging hell! *looks around as the battered room stops shaking and the lights flicker back on* Is anyone injured? [Comm:Blaster]Something just blew up over here, what the frack is going on? [/comm]

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stealthy_lion March 17 2009, 12:52:53 UTC

*Steeljaw had just about enough of Bluestreak's ravings. Trusting Beachcomber to hold on, he coiled and then sprang onto the table, landing with a thud and growling low. Then without warning, he cuffed the gunner over the head with a large paw, claws sheathed - not hard enough to really hurt him, but hard enough to shock*

Enough!

chatter_bot March 17 2009, 13:46:51 UTC

*Beachcomber squeaked and grabbed Jaw's mane tightly when the lion leaped and he squawked when Jaw smacked the panicky mech.*

*Whether it was the cuff to the head or Hound's growling in his face, something penetrated Bluestreak's processor. The blow had felt very solid and real and despite the barely held back snarl in the voice, he recognized Hound's voice.

*His doors drooped and his pale optics brightened to an almost normal, familiar blue and he stopped flailing. He rubbed his head where Jaw had hit him.*

Logical? This isn't logical but I guess it's real... I'm... safe.

*Suddenly, he threw himself into Ratchet's arms and hugged him.* You are alive. I never thought...never believed I'd see you again.

*Hound sighed with relief. He'd never seen Bluestreak so unpredictable and he kept his guard up even though it appeared the small mech had calmed down.*

cmowithahatchet March 17 2009, 18:33:08 UTC

Oof! *staggers a bit under the impact of jittery gunner, akwardly hugging him back* Heh..yes, I'm alive, those twins haven't been the end of me yet... feeling better now?

chatter_bot March 17 2009, 19:05:13 UTC

*Bluestreak backed off and looked embarrassed.* I... feel safe. I don't know about better. But safe is good. And uh, sorry about the explosion. You didn't find anybody else in there? I really didn't have time to look around and uh, I don't know if anybody came through...whatever it is...with me.

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chatter_bot March 18 2009, 01:27:33 UTC

*Under the debris and the fire retardant foam, far in a corner where the wall had buckled creating a pocket of safety, something stirred. Bright optics, emerald green and hard and flat as the gemstone, glowed in the shadows of the ruined room. It only took him moments to realize that he had moved. Where he was now, he didn't know but it hardly mattered. He would find out soon enough.

*Sure that he was alone, he shook off the rubble and looked around for a way out of the room. He silently cursed the crazy Autobot with the death wish as he searched. Finally he found a vent that was big enough for him and hadn't been destroyed by the explosion.

*He snorted as he thanked the inferno that the fool hadn't used one of his EMP grenades and crawled into the duct.*

cmowithahatchet March 20 2009, 19:38:20 UTC

*Ratchet finally gets to the armoury, looking at the mess of foam and wreckage* Nasty. Blue, Hound you see anything?

stealthy_lion March 21 2009, 03:13:48 UTC

*Steeljaw followed the others quietly, more than content to stay out of the way, and since the Micromaster didnt seem to be posing a threat, he ignored him. Bluestreak's behaviour towards him and the other 'animals' was curious, but again, he shrugged it off*

Perhaps he doesn't recognize us.. *he murmured to Beachcomber and Hound*

*When they reached the armory, he stopped and sniffed out of habit. The scent of smoke was still heavy in the air, as was the smell of the foam used to put out the fires. Then he tilted his head.*

Hound, Beachy, do you smell that?

naturebot March 21 2009, 13:36:47 UTC

*Hound loped along next to Steeljaw and Beachcomber.* It's like unless we're right in his face, we don't exist. And even then he doesn't act like he knows us. Something is seriously wrong with that mech. More than usual, I mean.

*Beachcomber leaned against Steeljaw's head and watched the gunner.* No kidding, dude. He's always been twitchy but now he's practically psychotic.

*Hound peered into the smokey room and scrunched his nose.* Ugh, smells like the pit. There was some serious cooking going on in there.

*He looked at Steeljaw and sniffed again, carefully separating the various odors. He wuffed when he caught something that didn't belong to the overriding odor of scorching, fire and foam.* Yeah, something...

*Beachcomber, not use to using his sense of smell, just shook his head.* Too much, dudes. It all smells like something cooked too long.

*Hound nodded and looked at Ratchet.* Jaw and I are getting something...

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lil_dodger March 31 2009, 19:09:19 UTC

*Pinch gingerly took the weapons from Ratchet. He didn't handle them well as he nervously looked them over. They were small enough that he could use one if he had to. He handed one to Beachcomber ( ... )