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Post by nightstorm on Feb 22, 2010 17:56:34 GMT -5
Blurr heard a voice, just barely registering in his processor. It had been a long time since he'd last seen Wheeljack.
he glowed warmly, the equivelent of a small smile. He hoped with every ounce of his fading spark that Wheeljack would recognize him, or see his insignia, or something.
(meh, short, but idk what else to do)
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Post by beastbot on Feb 23, 2010 3:49:12 GMT -5
"Wheeljack, we found this in the garbage pile. We are thinking it is magic. Can you please look at it?"
"...Magic?" Wheeljack chuckled, though his optics still darted everywhere around the room, searching. "Don't be ridiculous, there's no such thing as magic. Though the Fahnoonians from Virgo VI would have you believe differently, but their 'magic tricks' just involve smoke and mirrors. Well, environmental moisture condensers and camoflauge interspersal suits. But it's essentially the same principles at work."
"Found it."
"What the--? Already!?" Wheeljack remarked, quickly sprinting towards the end of the room Jetstorm was standing in, tripping over piles of junk twice in the process.
Taking it from Jetstorm, a magnifying optical attachment folded out from the side of his head and over Wheeljack's right optic, in a manner identical to Ratchet's. "Wow, that is some luck there, kiddo! This is indeed the A.R.E.! Good thing you found it, too, I can't complete my mission without this little beauty. Ah, the Allspark Radiation Extractor-- one of the best inventions Perceptor ever came up with. Eh, best non-sentient invention, I should say. Should definitely come in handy on Earth."
"And, well, I guess I now have enough time to take a look at this 'magic box' you all want to know so much about," Wheeljack continued, walking towards Jetfire as he put the A.R.E. into his subspace pocket.
Taking the cube from Jetfire, Wheeljack turned it over in his hands, examining it with his optical attachment still on.
"Hrmm... light blue Cybertronian alloy... actually, looks to be made of the exact same material we're composed of. Probably someone lost a limb and Red Alert threw it into the compactor. She's been doing that far too often lately. Makes me worry that she's actually starting to almost enjoy the amputation process..."
A small glow in the center caught Wheeljack's attention as he examined it from one particular angle.
"..Huh? Some residual Allspark energy still left in this thing? That should have all shorted out of any remaining circuitry long ago, if this thing's been sitting in the compactor for a while... Letsee here, polarity of the energy's moderately negative, around the same range as a... as a..."
"Holy scrap!" Wheeljack exclaimed, almost dropping the cube in realization. Wheeljack bent down to stop it from smacking into the ground only to accidentally have it bounce off the edge of his fingers. Wheeljack practically doubled over to catch it again, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood back up again.
"Magic box nothin', there's a spark in there! This is a compacted Transformer body-- it's a miracle it's survived this long, we got to get it to the protoform processing chamber ASAP!"
Gingerly handing the cube to Jetfire, Wheeljack transformed into his hovercar mode and raced out the door and down the hallway, yelling behind him, "I've gotta get a protoform and take it down to be warmed up in the lab! Take that thing and get it into the spark containment unit, stat! Who knows how much longer it'll survive like that!"
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Post by Fallout on Feb 23, 2010 17:43:25 GMT -5
"Magic box nothin', there's a spark in there!"
Jetfire and Jetstorm froze and straightened, respectively. A spark? The little cube that they had found on a scrap heap was alive? That certainly explained some things, but... wow...
"Take that thing and get it into the spark containment unit, stat!"
Jetfire nodded at Wheeljack's retreating vehicle mode, while Jetstorm moved towards and opened the spark containment unit. Jetfire carefully placed the little cube inside, and sealed the SCU.
Both Twins grinned at each other, and then the box. "Poor little box."
"You will be okie for dokie soon."
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nightstorm
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Post by nightstorm on Feb 23, 2010 20:30:41 GMT -5
Blurr's spark flared as he was dropped.
catchmecatchmecatchmecatchme!!! his processor whirred in panic. Then Wheeljack caught him, and he relaxed, his sparkbeat returning to normal. Slag,Ican'tstandmuchmoreexcitement.
He listened to the inventor rattle off directions and such, his relief growing with every word. He was going to be okay. he was handed back to the young 'bots. he felt an extreme gratitude towards them. they brought him out of that slag-hole. He would have to repay them BIG time when he got his body back. for now, he could just whirr, hoping they knew it meant thanks.
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Post by beastbot on Feb 26, 2010 4:11:50 GMT -5
It was fifteen cycles later, and Wheeljack was stationed at the main control panel in front of a series of tubes. On one end of the tubes was a very small chamber, holding Blurr's spark (which had been freed from its metal cube prison ever-so-delicately). On the other end was a blank protoform, just waiting for life to be given to it. The whole room was dedicated to spark transfer. It had seen heavy use during the days of the Great War-- many times Autobots had had their bodies damaged beyond repair, and this was where they had come to get new ones. So long as Yoketron had protected their supply of protoforms, of course. When that went south, a scant few were left. Now protoforms were an exceedingly rare commodity, especially after the Autobots had thrown the Allspark into a space bridge to get rid of it. You had to have level 9 or 10 clearance to requisition one, and even then you had to get several 'bots of authority to sign the sheet. (The only reason Ultra Magnus hadn't been transferred to a new protoform in this manner was because he was simply too vulnerable to attack during the transfer process. At the time, no one knew who the traitor was-- it could have been one of the medical 'bots, for all anyone knew. As such, everyone figured it best to keep Magnus in his damaged body for the time being. They figured they could at least keep him alive. Unfortunately the damage caused by Shockwave was more serious than they had thought.) Given the circumstances, Wheeljack had no problem getting Sentinel Prime and the other Elites in the area to sign the requisite form. How a Transformer ended up crushed and alone in the compactor--much less in a way that made his absence unknown to Autobot High Command-- was definitely a heinous crime that they needed to solve right away. Having already helped free the spark from its cubic prison and insert it into its end of the transfer device, the Twins simply stood on the far end of the room, curiously watching Wheeljack type away at the console. "Alright kids, buckle your seat belts," Wheeljack said, fingers still flying across the console as he made the final preparations. "This spark transfer device worked perfectly back in the day, but given the rarity of blank protoforms it hasn't been used for over a hundred stellar cycles. Not to mention our spark here has undergone some slight damage from some of the metal cube splinters digging into it. The new form of.... whoever this is... may have a few problems if things don't go exactly right."Crossing his fingers, Wheeljack pressed a button and the machine hummed to life. The spark slowly, inexorably started to move down the curved tube towards the protoform as the protoform began to take shape, its curved features becoming more defined and streamline, its color.... its color... "Wait a minute, something IS going wrong," Wheeljack said, his tone anxious. "The process isn't working right, not all of the correct information is being transferred to the protoform and-- oh. OH."Okay, it looks like it's no big deal," Wheeljack said, waving a hand at the Twins to calm their fears. "Apparently, only the protoform's color receptors aren't having their information 'imprinted upon' by the spark. As such, you'll notice that some of the protoform is a smoky black, partially transparent color. This is what happens when our color receptors are active, but haven't been assigned a definitive place on the color spectrum."With a flash of light, the spark finally transferred into the body. Wheeljack and the Twins shielded their optics with their hands, and when they looked back... "...Blurr? What the slag?" Wheeljack asked, flabbergasted. "How'd YOU get here? From what Optimus told me, you'd been thrown through Megatron's space bridge and were lost in space somewhere!"--------------- OOC: *cough* www.seibertron.com/images/news/gfx/1258652773_vortexblurr.jpeg *cough*
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nightstorm
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Post by nightstorm on Feb 27, 2010 18:26:35 GMT -5
"...Blurr? What the slag? How'd YOU get here? From what Optimus told me, you'd been thrown through Megatron's space bridge and were lost in space somewhere!"
Blurr opened his optics. He lay there a moment, staring at the ceiling, unsure of what to think. His optics whirred, going in and out of focus. He could see. He could see again.
His foot twitched. he moved it up and down, as if testing it. Then he tired his right hand, then his left. his leg bent, then re-straightened. his wheels spun, forward, then backward. He could move. thank primus, he could move!
He stretched his stiff, new body. with a bit of effort, he propped himself up to one elbow, then both, then he was sitting on his own. He wiggled his servos in front of his optics. the color was off, not the same blue he used to be... but oh well. he could worry about his paint job later.
He opened his mouth, trying to talk, but oly a dry wheeze came out. he coughed, one hand coming to his neck. he tried again, and slowly, so slowly, his voice began to return.
"Th...Thanksabunch." He said, then suddenly remembered Shockwave. "There'satraiter! It'sShockwave!Hecrushedme, andtriedtoincinerateme! Wehavetohurrybeforehehurtsother'bots!" he said, his voice box still slightly wheezing.
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Post by Fallout on Feb 27, 2010 23:13:01 GMT -5
The Twins stood a bit away from Wheeljack and the newly online... Blurr, was it? He wasn't the same color he had been as their little box. But Wheeljack had explained why that was, so they didn't worry about it.
He seemed to revel in the reacquired use of his limbs, thanked Wheeljack in a voice that was built for talking fast, and then panicked.
"There'satraiter! It'sShockwave!Hecrushedme, andtriedtoincinerateme! Wehavetohurrybeforehehurtsother'bots!"
The two couldn't help but smile. "Be calming down, Mister Blurr." They chimed simultaneously.
"He has been caught."
"He is in the jail of very high security."
"With Megatron..."
"And with Starscream." Jetstorm couldn't help but hiss the SIC's name. The brother's weren't particularly fond of him. Plus, there were a lot of S's.
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Post by beastbot on Feb 27, 2010 23:58:50 GMT -5
"Well, since everything seems to be in order here, I guess my work is done, then," Wheeljack said happily, shrugging. "I guess I better report back to Sentinel about my Earth mission tomorrow. I'm gonna need him to gather up those dunces Ironhide and Hot Shot to come along and protect me, since, let's face it, I couldn't even defeat a Decepticon protoform."
Wheeljack started to walk out of the room, raising his hand to say goodbye, when suddenly he stopped, his hand instead moving to stroke his chin thoughtfully.
"Although... y'know, Ironhide is dumber 'n a sack a' rusty bolts, and Hot Shot loses limbs and complains way too much. He just had his shoulders replaced by Red Alert, and now all I hear from him is 'Wheeljack, why do my shoulders hurt?' Why do my shoulders hurt?' I told him it's the process of our systems compensating to new circuitry, but---"
Wheeljack stopped himself from going on a tangent before continuing. "Anyways, I trust all three 'a you 'bots more than I trust those two." Scratching his back nonchalantly, he continued, "So, y'know, if you 'bots wanna... y'know, switch places with those two... I, uh... would be happy to, uh... file the proper request forms."
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nightstorm
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Post by nightstorm on Feb 28, 2010 0:37:20 GMT -5
Blurr slowed down a bit. Shockwave was in prison? that was good. that was verry good. wait a click, Megatron too? and Starscream? wow, someone had to have been busy when he was in the scrap heap.
He listened to Wheeljack complain about Hot Shot, remembering his own first (and last, he believed) impression of the bot. he'd been talking about something... Jam, was it? he couldn't remember.
He perked up at the offer. go back to earth? see Bumblebee and Optimus and the gang again? Slag yeah!
"Yeah!Iwannacome, It'llbefun, nottomentionthatthere'snotalotofroomonCybertrontorun. Idoenjoymyrunning, whichisoftendisruptedbyrunningintoannother'bothere." He rambled excitedly.
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Post by Fallout on Feb 28, 2010 18:46:20 GMT -5
Go to Earth? Would Wheeljack really want them to come? Not that they weren't totally ecstatic and eager to leave Cybertron, after all that's happened, but Sentinel would never let the two out of his immediate jurisdiction. They were also important in finding the escaped Decepticons. Some of the council members believed that the 'Cons were still hiding on or near Cybertron. They couldn't leave. They had to help clean up the mess they had made...
"Mister Wheeljack..." Jetstorm began guiltily.
Jetfire turned his optics towards the ground and finished: "Sentinel Prime will not be letting us leave."
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Post by beastbot on Mar 1, 2010 4:27:51 GMT -5
"Yeah!Iwannacome, It'llbefun, nottomentionthatthere'snotalotofroomonCybertrontorun. Idoenjoymyrunning, whichisoftendisruptedbyrunningintoannother'bothere."
"Well, hold on there a minute, let me clarify," Wheeljack said, putting up his hands in a motion for Blurr to slow down. "This isn't just a free trip to Earth for kicks, Blurr. The Council is already concerned with how many Cybertronians we've got on Earth that have no real greater purpose being there, what with us not wanting to bring more of our war to their planet-- they're not gonna okay four more of us just for sightseein'. ('Sides, I think a lot of 'em are still afraid of that whole 'organic contamination' nonsense and think we'll bring back some plague.) I've got two specific missions Perceptor and the members of the Autobot Council want me to get done, and after that we've got to return the sensitive materials in question back to Cybertron. If I replace Hot Shot with you, you're going to have to stay with me and the Twins and help us accomplish our tasks."
"Mister Wheeljack..." "Sentinel Prime will not be letting us leave."
If Wheeljack could have smirked, he would have. "Last time I checked, Sentinel Prime isn't the sole voice of authority on Cybertron. He knows I'm leaving, but he doesn't know why. It's a pretty hush-hush mission for now, to keep any possible spies from reporting it to the Decepticons-- which would, of course, be disastrous. Only Perceptor, Alpha Trion, and the highest-ranking members of the Autobot Council know about it. The stuff I need to get done is far more important to the Autobot cause than hunting down any rogue Decepticons, trust me. If you 'bots really wanna come, I'll have no problem getting Perceptor or Alpha Trion to pull rank on Sentinel and force him to acquiesce. "Of course, this is all assuming you want to come. If you want to stay and help Sentinel, feel free to do so. My feelin's won't be hurt or anything, if that's what you're worried about. I know duty calls."
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Post by Fallout on Mar 11, 2010 17:43:04 GMT -5
A mission? What kind of mission? It was top secret... and the Twins knew all about top secret. With the Autobots, it usually involved some kind of weapon. They cast a glance at each other. Hopefully no one except the Decepticons would get hurt.
If you 'bots really wanna come, I'll have no problem getting Perceptor or Alpha Trion to pull rank on Sentinel and force him to acquiesce.
"YES!" They cried out in unison, both jumping forward to give one of their infamous hugs; 'bots tended to get claustrophobic when there was a twin crushing them on either side. "Of course we are wanting to go! Thank you thank you!"
They got to go back to Earth! They got to play video games, and see the bots that tolerated them better than Sentinel or any other Elite did. They still had to work, sure, but hey, it was still their second favorite planet.
Speaking of the bots that tolerated them better... they were going to have to talk to Jazz. ((Fail, sorry. Dx))
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Post by beastbot on Mar 14, 2010 22:19:15 GMT -5
"YES! Of course we are wanting to go! Thank you thank you!"
Wheeljack's optics flitted from twin to twin as they both hugged him. Knowing that two experimental combiner robots created for death and destruction were hugging you was, well... odd. And that kind of behavior wasn't exactly encouraged in the Elite Guard anyways.
"Uh... heh-heh... okay, now," Wheeljack said, after a few seconds gingerly shaking himself free of the Twins' grasp. "Well, I'll take that as a yes, then.
"Alright, I've got some paperwork to fill out then, I s'pose. I'll make the team change official-- you 'bots might wanna get your affairs in order, too. I'll see you all at the space station in 14 megacycles. Dock Epsilon."
With that said, Wheeljack waved goodbye to his friends and exited.
Though to be honest, he was no having second thoughts. Both the Twins and Blurr hadn't just said yes, they had said yes very enthusiasically, full of emotion. It made him worry if they could carry out the second reason he was being sent to Earth...
But worry about that later, Wheeljack thought to himself, shaking his head. Work to do now. Alright, I need form 139a-F, 2328-B.... --------------
(NOTE: Unless it's really necessary to bring Wheeljack in again, this is my last RP post in this thread. Feel free to finish up things on Cybertron with your characters, and when it's obvious this thread is finished, I'll begin a new thread entitled "A (Dinobot) Hunting We Will Go". This plot thread will continue there.)
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