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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 26, 2008 14:23:05 GMT -5
As Data and Crasher finally reach the Technobots main base, it's startling to see what a mess it is at the moment even in the partial lighting. Pieces of half-constructed machinery lay in piles along one corner of the main chamber, surrounding the sides of what appears to be some kind of engineering workplace. At least 3/4ths of the available table and counter space is covered with partially and fully emptied bottles of caffeine enriched energon bottles, as well as some assorted snacks. If Crasher didn't know any better, it would look like the crash pad of a bunch of geeks rather then the team that Data described it as.... Data takes a moment to flip down the stand for his bike before disembarking from it and looking around, flipping a switch on the wall that activates the full lightning as well as a stereo on the side which seems to be playing low-level techno music. He looks around for a moment before calling out. "Hey Scattor, you around?"
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Post by Cryptic on Jun 30, 2008 8:57:17 GMT -5
Crasher chuckled as he got off the bike and walked a short way from it to look at a bit of equipment. "Reminds me of my first appartment." he sniffed. "Has the same underlaying smell too."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 5, 2008 21:11:13 GMT -5
Data chuckles in response, looking in his direction. "You're kidding, right? it was really this bad?" He exclaims, parking Afterburner off to the side. "Scattorshot might be out, but maybe Strafe's pilot is about.. She's been trying to fix Bad Boy's neurosises more then anything else. We don't want to get shot repetatively after all... again." He explains before heading over to the fridge and grabbing a few energon drinks. "If neither of them are around, I hope you don't mind the wait. We've got a couple terren game systems hooked into the back and the others were glad to hear about your fix-me-up." He adds before tossing one over to his friend.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 7, 2008 21:56:46 GMT -5
Chrasher caught the drink in the air and twisted off the cap before chuggin some of it down. "Ok maybe not that bad, but it's in the top 5 grody places I've lived. So who of this gang do I know already? And, I don't mind the wait. Being able to play a game with hands again sounds like heaven. Wonder if my skills atrophied any while I was locked..."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 9, 2008 13:30:01 GMT -5
Data rubbed his chin lightly, thinking that over. "Well, Silverfang and Scrubb were part of the original team... though ultimately they ended out leaving for various reasons. 'Fang felt he needed to help his friends amongst the Magmatron trio's band of soldiers and Scrubb went on to strike it out on his own... Shade's another member of the team that Fang's replacement managed to recruit. I don't know too much about them other then the fact our benifactor trusts them both. You're going to laugh at this too." He pauses to take a drink for himself. "Of all the people to be behind this... it had to be Doubledealer."
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 11, 2008 10:44:55 GMT -5
"DD? Dang, something never change, and somethings do 180's." Crasher said looking stunned.
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Post by npc on Jul 12, 2008 9:45:07 GMT -5
There was a soft rap at the door before a head peaked in, blinking owlishly, the face was angular, but also still cute in the young sort of way, "Hello? This the place?" the fem asked as she stepped inside. She was small, dimunitive, and in all intents and purposes, short. "I'm Shade" She blinked at the bots inside.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 14, 2008 8:03:19 GMT -5
Crasher grinned, shifting gears slightly. "Well hello there. My name's Crasher and this is Data. A pleasure to meet you Shade." he said with a charming smile.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 14, 2008 12:02:32 GMT -5
"Hey shade." Data replied with a chuckle and a light wave. "Yeah, this is the place... I was bringing in another potential new recruit in to meet Scattorshot." He explained calmly, motioning over to Crasher. "I guess you haven't seen him either... Anyways, as my friend said, he's Crasher. Probably the only one of us to be inside the temple of Primus in the last couple megacycles." He adds with a light chuckle.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 15, 2008 7:55:54 GMT -5
"You're all dirty heathens who will burn in the pit!" Crasher said doing a fairly good impression of Frances Griffen from Family Guy before cracking up. "Naw, before you get the idea I'm a religious fanatic, I'm not."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 16, 2008 12:02:20 GMT -5
Data just chuckles in response, lightly bopping Crasher on the back. "Hey man, we are a fully religiously open team... I only said we haven't been to the temple. I never said we didn't believe in him. XP" He responds jokingly, figuring it all in good humor. "Though we haven't had a team member who believes in evolving from naturally existing pulleys and levers here yet."
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 16, 2008 17:39:24 GMT -5
"That's one thing I can't wrap my head around. Organics out of mechanics I can get, but not complex mach-life from lifeless simple machines." Crasher replied shakeing his head.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 28, 2008 12:01:00 GMT -5
"I don't know myself my friend... all I've heard on the subject is that Jetfire had some part in spreading that concept because he doesn't believe in Primus." Data replied calmly as he walked over to Shade. "Come on in Shade, make yourself at home... I'll see what I can do about getting our 'fearless' leader over here." He explains as he heads over to a communications hub, activating it and sending out a communication. ~Neo, this is the Matrix. Please come back, we miss you... *chuckle* Strafe and Lightspeed's pilots are here awaiting to meet cha man.~
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 30, 2008 8:02:34 GMT -5
"Oh, Jetfire. Well that explains it then." Crasher said as he flopped down across a chair and put his feet up on the table.
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Post by npc on Aug 10, 2008 22:12:23 GMT -5
Shade blinked at them, unsure exactly what to do with herself and the two of them, "I...see." She said, blinking owlishly before she slipped in and closed the door behind her, even in her current form, the tail feathers from her bird form hung down behind her, just bairly not touching the ground. "I..ah..where should I put my stuff?" She asked, holding up a dufflebag. She wasn't sure exactly what to make of everyone and she wondered if her half psychotic 'friend' wasn't right about this lot.
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