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Message:
2/9 Posted Author
Success! Sun Jan 16 Comcast
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Comcast!
He happy and hurt! He speak now!
"Arachnae,
our mission to acquire your target was a success. Not only have we delivered
your target - Chimera and Catechism should have delivered Sideswipe's
unconcious body to the brig by now - but we successfully held back the other
Autobots who arrived. On a personally satisfying note, I took out one of those
annoying Autobot rodent casettes (OOC: Foxfire!) showing the Autobot
Smokescreen how much of a failure his rescue mission is, as is all the things
he has done."
Comcast
continues! "Full commendations go to Chimera, Catechism and Fleet, who
were valiant fighters. I especially wish to commend Fleet, whose actions in
combat have been consistant and notable. I recommended him for a promotion, and
Sub Commander Cyclonus agreed. Congratulations Fleet on your promotion, but
remember that in the Decepticons the cannon tends to aim high. Comcast,
out."
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Message:
2/10 Posted Author
Formal
Congratulations Sun Jan
16 Galvatron
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*Galvatron
appears*
Congratulations are due to warrior
Fleet for his meritous actions leading to his promotion. Excellent work. If our
next operation is successful, many commendations and medals will go out. Be
prepared Decepticons. The storm comes soon. I will personally lead the final
raid for supplies in the coming days. By the end of this terran week, we will
launch our assault. Galvatron out.
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IC Time
on Earth: Sun Sep 01 04:09:28 2024
NCC
Medical Ward
The Crystal City repair bay is far larger
than previous versions in Imperial Headquarters or Trypticon himself. Clearly
it was designed by a medic, for a medic. The entire room is rectangular in
nature with medical beds arranged in a neat grid pattern. The beds themselves
vary, with some being precious little more than metal slabs, and others having
full scanners and tools attached, as well as everything in between. In total,
there are about twenty beds. There is room for more in an emergency situation.
The cabinets line the walls, spaced out between medical terminals. Everything
has a place, and organization is key. With battle mode being initiated, the
huge windows are covered up as the bay is encased in metal for its own
protection. Access can still be gained with the right codes, however. Red
warning lights flash on and off.
Contents:
Comcast
Geist
Scrapper's
Art <SA> - Fourteen Pieces
MSE CO
OFFICE (Earth)
Gumby
Medic <NCC>
Obvious
exits:
South <S> leads to NCC Central Command.
Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Central
Hub.
East <E> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.
Fleet
has actually been here all along. Once his repairs were completed he still
needed time to resurface and repaint. Fortunately, he was on-line for the whole
affair and able to handle the repaint more or less himself, ensuring that he
can retain his usual paint scheme. The supplies of pastel yellow paint may be
small, but it's not often needed, either. He also seems oddly disturbed by
something. Again.
Comcast
strides in with a datapad in hand. Comcast happy! Most of his frame is also a
primer coat again. Whether it be MUSH or sprite strip, this Seeker seems to be
having problems retaining his original colour scheme. Fleet should have read
the reports now, so Comcast gives him a knowing grin as he nods in silent
greeting to his fellow kind.
Geist
walks into the medbay looking for someone. His cloak, as usual, is running at
half power. Spotting Fleet, the sweep moves quickly and silently towards the
seeker. He stands near the pastel mech counting the seconds silently until
Fleet notices him.
Fleet
forces himself to return Comcast's smile, and manages to make it look genuine.
He's not supposed to not want commendations or a promotion. He's supposed to be
happy about it. Weee! Happy Fleet! Well, no, not really, but it seems that way
for as long as Comcast's looking. Then he goes back to finishing up his topcoat
before his cognitive processors finally register a transparent something that
his optical sensors had picked up a moment before. He looks up, giving the
sweep a curious look. "Geist?" he asks.
The
Sweep gives a wry grin and folds his arms across his chest. "You are
getting better."
Comcast
was vaguely aware someone was in the room, his delicate audio units picked up
some movement, although he couldn't get a bead on it. When Geist starts
talking, he turns to Fleet. "Who?"
Grinning
Sweep. That's one of those very strange, somewhat disturbing signs. Much like
bouncy Arachnae. Sweep actually somewhat complementing Seeker is another odd
thing, but something he's actually dealt with at least once before. Life's
gotten very strange since his transfer. Fleet nods in response to Geist’s
comment. "Thank you," he answers, before looking over at Comcast's
question. "Erm, Geist, sir," he answers, motioning toward the Sweep.
Of course, Flee had just assumed it was Geist because he was the only Sweep he
ever dealt with, and to his knowledge most don't walk around see-through-ish,
but it seemed a good bet.
Geist
shuts off his cloak and completely rematerializes. Giving the seeker a long
appraising look, the sweep asks, "Have you given any further thought on
the matter we discussed last?"
"Quite
a bit," answers the pastel seeker as he puts the supplies he had been
using up neatly. Fleet has never been one to think being a warrior meant he
didn't have to clean up after himself, and his unwanted recognition and
promotion changes little. "And I know why I was bothered by it, although
it turns out that I was operating from improper assumptions. I asked Arachnae
about it directly. I don't know what's going on, and it really isn't my place
to know, but it's not what I thought it was, so I'm content."
Oh.. a
Sweep. One of /those./ Comcast looks at the Sweep, apparently the one called
"Geist." He casually wonders. Could /this/ have been Thundercracker?
Or Skywarp? Comcast will never know, but it doesn't stop him from being bitter.
Mind you, he at least tries to hide it. After all, it's not /Geists/ fault.
"Hello.. Geist, is it?" THe Seeker says.
Geist
glances over at Commie, "Greetings seeker. And yes." If there is any
venom in his words, oddly enough, it is well hidden. An odd Sweep indeed.
Returning his attention to Fleet, the sweep asks, "What did you learn from
this?"
Oh,
very odd indeed, given that the first comment Fleet had ever heard from Geist
was, what was it? Something to do with Seekers being foolish for existing when
they could better serve it by smelting themselves into waste receptacles?
"To double check with Arachnae before I let myself get too upset about
assumptions made about what she may or may not be up to? I'm still going to try
to fit things I see and things I know into patterns. Some may believe I think
too much for a Grunt." He pauses. Damn, that wasn't right anymore, was it?
"Erh, Trooper, but it's not a habit I intend to give up. I tend to be
quite a bit frailer than my fellows, and have always relied on my speed and
mind to make up for it. It looks like I'm going to have to adjust some of my
survival strategies here, but not that one..."
"Comcast."
The red Seeker says to correct the Sweep. "DCI Commander. Comcast."
He says pleasantly enough. Comcast waves over a Seeker technician.. this one
named Aerosol, to paint him with some of that sweet, sweet red goodness.
"And congratulations on the promotion, Fleet." He says.
Fleet
doesn't flinch at the reminder of his promotion! Go, Flee! Instead he nods his
head politely in Comcast's direction and even puts on a slight but genuine
looking smile. "Thank you, sir," he answers. Bootleg! This was
Comcast's fault!
Geist
glances back at Commie, "Comcast. I will put that in my memory
banks." Turning his full attention to Commie now, the sweep asks,
"Were you responsible for recommending Fleet for promotion?"
Oh,
Straxus, Geist didn't actually know who Comcast was. He's only every third
report on the message system! "Yes, he has been consistantly present in
successful raids, and performed admirably on many of them." Sure, this
doesn't count times when Flee catches a missile on the first attack, but that's
okay! Comcast doesn't know about that yet! "He has more than earned
it."
Fleet
finishes ensuring that the paint cabinet is back in order, and gives one final
check to his own paint job. Looks good. Fleet isn't vain, but paint is a
protectant, and of course, his color scheme is about the only way he has to
distinguish himself from his fellows in many people's optics (something his
player was in the process of writing before the whole look-alike conversation
came up). He remains silent for the moment, curious as to why Geist was asking
Comcast about this.
Geist
nods at Commies reasoning, "So would you say this seeker has performed
above the call of duty or has he merely been lucky enough to survive?" One
can only wonder why a sweep is digging so deep for information on a seeker.
Comcast's
optics narrow. "Both. I would hardly find it logical to promote someone
who was unfortunate enough to die in combat, would I? And like I said, he
performed admirably." He has no idea why Geist is digging so, but he /is/
starting to wonder...
/Fleet/
would say that he has merely been lucky enough to survive, but nobody's asking
/him/. Well, it's not entirely luck. A good part of it is knowing when to run
away. For example, you're on a raid and you already have the energon you need
when three or four Autobots show up to fight two Seekers? That would be a good
time to run. When you're not going to accomplish anything by sticking around
beyond obtaining more damage? Good time to flee! It's really shocking the
number of people who have a hard time figuring this out (Catechism, for
example). As for why Geist was digging for information on the little Seeker Gr-
er, Trooper, Fleet didn't know, either, but he was by now used to it. Still, he
says nothing, keeping his thoughts to himself as he lets the other two continue
to discuss him as though he were not there.
Geist
nods once again. "Thank you." Returning his attention to Fleet, the
sweep says in a barely audible whisper, "Recover, prepare, then meet me in
the training room." The sweep’s crimson optics flash in an unhealthy way
as a malicious grin crosses his lips. Turning to leave, the sweep reengages his
cloak to half power giving him the ghostly visage and passes through the door.
Comcast
huhs, as Geist leaves. "Not /too/ overindulgant with a flair for the
dramatic, huh?" Then Comcast wonders if Geist has now walked in again.
Hmm... Comcast talk too much.
Fleet's
optics widen in alarm at Geist's parting comment to him. Yes, indeed, he is
sufficiently rattled. He really is rather confused by the interest the Sweep
has taken in him. One of those puzzles he lacks enough pieces for so far. He
looks over at Comcast and shrugs, not answering really replying to other
Seeker's question. Up until the training room thing, it /had/ been an
improvement over Geist threatening to tear out his core and feed it to the
Sharkticons. Well, he's certainly used to being beaten on in the training
room... perhaps he'll find out more then.
Fleet
finally /does/ say, "Ever get the feeling that the rules of the universe
just changed, and no one bothered to tell you?"
"Rules
of the universe?" Comcast says, falling into a dark tone. "You mean
something like awaking from a millenia-old coma, finding the leader you served
loyally is not what he once was, that he slaughtered one of your own and was
part of the same horrifying process of another two, And that your efforts to
find your missing comrades that left searching for fuels were not given an
astrosecond's thought, thus leaving you trapped in your epsilon starship to
rot? Then in which case no, I know nothing about the rules of the universe
changing." He's being very sullen, but for some reason Comcast isn't being
/too/ sarcastic.
Fleet's
optics widen again for a moment and then he studies the other Seeker. What do
you say to something like that? Open mouth, insert boot-jetted-foot! The yellow
seeker was conscious through all these changes, but those were the days when he
managed to remain part of the scenery, effectively distanced, cushioned, from
the rest of the Empire, although he suffered with everyone one Unicron, creator
of the one who just left, tore into their planet and dislodged the Decepticons
from their rightful place on it. So what could the pale Seeker say? Not much
besides a quiet, "I'm sorry."
At
least Soundwave and the Constructicons, even though they were inactive for a
good long time, were there for the /real/ changes. Not poor old Comcast.
"It's okay." He says bleakly. "You pick things up pretty
quickly." He chuckles darkly, pointing to his chest. "I knew
Galvatron was my leader, but I didn't know what he looked like. When I snapped
angrily at him, he made sure I found out."
"Ow,"
Fleet flinches at the thought. He frowns. "I suppose I should make sure -
no, Catechism would have seen the reports by now, she should know what
Galvatron looks like." He walks over to an empty table near Comcast jumps
up on it, the action done with a dancer's grace - which should be unsurprising,
all things considered.
If
Fleet winces at the thought, he should brace himself. One day it will be his
turn to face the cannon. This isn't to say that Comcast thinks he's a screwup,
but it's simple logic that he will incur Galvatron's wrath one day. No, it's
not all that unsurprising. Comcast has the pictures to prove it. "If she
doesn't.. we should clear that up with her. There are going to be many things
that will unnerve her. For example.." He points to the South-western edge
of the medical bay, "Is she aware that "Trypticon" is not the
name of Decepticon headquarters on earth, but the mightiest living weapon in
the Empire?"
A
slight smirk hovers in the right corner of Fleet's mouth. "I don't know,
but I suppose I should ask next time I see her. She's fairly hard to unnerve,
though. She lives with an apparently unshakable faith that whatever someone
achieves, they've earned, and that no matter what, we're going to win in the
end. Sometimes I think it would be nice to go through life like that, but I
think a bit too hard about things. So what happened to our fellows, and all the
losses we've suffered? They must have deserved them, and she's not particularly
phased by it all." He grins. "Sweet obliviousness."
But
Comcast thinks that too. "You mean.. you /don't/ think that we're going to
win?" He asks Fleet, incredulous at the notion. "Sure, there will be
those who give their lives, but if you notice the trends, we are the just ones
and we /will/ have our day of victory and glory. Perhaps then.." Comcast
becomes a little dreamy now, "I can retire from military and become a
historian like I always wanted." Unfortunately, this day may be another
three million years away, if not more.
Aerosol,
Comcast's medical aide, has finished his work. "Well.. at least there is
some short term success. My victory the other day was worth more than an entire
structure's worth of repairs." Comcast says as he eyes his new paint job.
"I think perhaps you have a few matters to ponder over, not the least of
all is our fellow sibling of the sky, Catechism. I'll leave you to ponder. And
Fleet..?" Comcast mutters, in a much darker tone, "Be sure to report
anything unusual that Geist does. I don't trust him." With that, the red
seeker departs the medical ward.