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| Perceptor | 7 May 2016, 08:24 PM Post #16 |
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"Carefully constructed, you say, like there AREN'T creatures on this planet made primarily of sharp points and slicing bits, hm?" Perceptor looked at Brainstorm with his particular breed of deadpan expression. The signs were everywhere; large tracks in the heavy soil, claw-like gouges in stone and tree, distressed grass, you name it. Perceptor was alert, but he was more eager to find one than he cared to let on. He was fascinated by organic evolution, the strange ways their genetic coding would create to deal with simple problems like overheating or processor stalls. And, a more immature part of him wondered if Brainstorm would shriek. |
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| Deleted User | 7 May 2016, 10:03 PM Post #17 |
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"Carefully constructed I say, as in I was planning for a little wear and tear. It was designed to track severe weather, it can stand a little mauling." Brainstorm tsked, folding his arms. This wasn't quite the area he'd had it in, and the thing had been staked into the ground, deep enough to stand against the strong winds last night. Whatever moved it really put some effort into it. Brainstorm didn't care much for organics, even less for the large ones. Organics really had no right being that big. Fortunately, they could live in peace without crossing paths. It really was his fault for setting up the satellite so far away from the Lost Light. Theres was no doubt that he'd be spending the next shore leave in his lab after this experience. "What are you going to do if we do stumble across some large organic creature? Shoot it?" Well, if it was agressive he wouldn't be against shooting it, but attacking organics, even the non-sentient ones, was frowned upon. |
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| Perceptor | 7 May 2016, 10:15 PM Post #18 |
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Perceptor listened to Brainstorm's quip about the stability of his project with half an audial before glancing over at his fellow scientist. "All this is telling me is that you got overexcited at a new hobby and completely forgot to do something like weigh it down, or anchor the tracking chips properly to prevent shaky or jammed signals.", he said flatly, "Soft soils like this don't hold stakes very well, no matter the depth they penetrate to, so if that's all you did, a stiff breeze could send it toppling like Cybertron's economy before the war." They continued walking until Brainstorm fired off about Perceptor's plans for dealing with a large organic, which brought a rather reckless grin to the sniper's face, "The question, Brainstorm, is not what I am going to do in the event of such a situation, but what will YOU do. I have a gun. You have snark and a datapad." Perceptor looked at him, "I daresay I'm a touch more prepared for the worst. |
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| Deleted User | 7 May 2016, 11:25 PM Post #19 |
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Brainstorm frowned, to himself, there was no point in letting Perceptor have his little victory if he was going to have an attitude. Not that he was wrong either, Brainstorm had been excited to try out a different kind of science, he couldn't help being a little curious. While he didn't care much for interacting with the planet itself it was still intriguing, so different from Cybertron. As much as he enjoyed arguing with Perceptor it was already a lost cause. Sure, he could argue that the signal was still going strong this morning even after the heavy winds last night, a clear indication that his preparations had worked. He could also make a point of mentioning, oh I don't know, that the organic might have removed the stakes before dragging it off? Yeah, well, he didn't feel like it. He could be right in his own mind. Perceptor's grin was ridiculous and dumb and Brainstorm himself was smiling despite his irritation. In his defense, he enjoyed smiling even when it was inappropriate. "Yeah Percy. Snark, a data pad, an alt mode with speeds of over 900mph." He didn't mention the pistol he usually carried with him on off ship outings, he'd rather not shoot anything if he could help it. This hypothetical was... strange? Perceptor had to know Brainstorm wouldn't have come out here with at least half a plan. He hadn't counted on tripping over Perceptor while he was out here afterall. |
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| Perceptor | 10 May 2016, 08:34 AM Post #20 |
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"Speed means nothing if you can't get off the ground first.", pointed out Perceptor, "Something small coul wrigle its way into your systems and poof! There goes all 900 miles per hour of your speed." Now he was just being a little shit as they tramped through the growth and grossness. His hypothetical was strange, it was true, and it was masked in worry. Brainstorm was as close to a friend as Perceptor had had in a very long time; and he wasn't too keen on losing him. Mentally, he went over his assorted armaments currently on his person. His rifle, his pistols, a few explosives tucked here and there, military-assigned blades; the works. Perceptor was far from the spelling of paranoid after all. If you asked him, he'd tell you they were synonyms. He wouldn't be wrong, either. |
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| Deleted User | 10 May 2016, 06:33 PM Post #21 |
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"What does that have to do with-" Brainstorm stopped himself, pursing his lip for a moment. Hoho, touché Perceptor, touché. That sounded so much worse, little organics crawling around like parasites. Brainstorm held back a shudder at the thought. Gross. "How about I don't fly away," Like a coward was left out but implied. "And you try your damnest not to miss?" Brainstorm took one heavy step over the terrain, the difference in height between steps tripping him slightly. "And if it comes to it we can just-" Brainstorm gestured with wiggly fingers. "Run away." There, the second half of his plan was complete. Organics probably couldn't keep up anyway, and if it came to running running then there was a handlebar under his alt mode for lifts. He wasn't sure how much Perceptor weighed, if he had a guess he'd say plenty, he was pretty sure he could still get airborne even with the added weight. Again, it probably wouldn't come to running or attempting to haul Perceptor up off of the ground. He really did trust Perceptor, enough to nearly almost completely trust Perceptor with his life. Trusting other people with your life was probably better applied to long time friends. He knows, somewhere, it's just part of him refusing to let anyone get that much closer. "What would you do if you couldn't fight?" He tried to play it off like he wasn't actually concerned but he had an inkling of a feeling that his em field probably wasn't doing much to hide it. He supposed running, making sure everyone was safe, taking the necessary steps to be more defensive. He was pretty sure he grabbed a field med kit too, just, y'know a precaution and all that. He'd rather not knick a fuel line on one of those sharp bushes or a protruding rock edge. Finally, something he'd be better suited to help with, he could work with injuries. |
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| Perceptor | 12 May 2016, 12:56 PM Post #22 |
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"If I couldn't fight?", asked Percpeptor, glancing at his fellow scientist, "Well, worst case scenario, I would perish very far from home. Best case scenario is you have a story to tell about me swearing till I'm blue in the face and bludgeoning something with a rock." There was no "if you can't fight" with Perceptor anymore. He had made sure of it, with every weld and every seam and bolt and screw that that wouldn't be a possibility. He made sure of it when he created the optic insert covered with a false lense, to appear as a normal optic. He made sure when he strengthened his legs, fortified his backstruts, calibrated the gyro setups in his forearms. When he used a flathead and a hammer to chip the latches off of his chestplate edges, and welded it shut. A scuttling in the underbrush made him freeze immediately, narrowing his good optic until a reptilian beast skittered out, locking beady eyes on the pair of them and hissing before darting away. |
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| Deleted User | 12 May 2016, 06:32 PM Post #23 |
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It wouldn't- it definitely wouldn't come to that. Brainstorm held the data pad under his arm, just- double checking to make sure he really did have that medkit. His subspace was so cluttered these days, when his arms were full he'd put whatever wasn't immediately important in his subspace, forgetting about it. Brainstorm went rigid when he felt the outline of a- a gun? He never put guns in his subspace, the lack of a safety always made sure of that. He removed the gun, snorting at the sight of it. Right, this thing. He'd forgotten to give it to First Aid when he'd brought over that little medical droid. He removed the weapon from his subspace, holding it by the barrel, a little careless with where it pointed. What would Perceptor do if he shot him with it? Probably try to dodge it, good instincts, but dodging a plume of confetti wouldn't look half as cool when rainbow clipping were raining down around you. The rounded edge of the medical kit met his fingertips, satisfying himself in his little search. He paused when he glanced back up to Perceptor, his optics following Perceptor's to the ground. His tank dropping at the sight of the little- the little beast. Disgusting. |
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| Perceptor | 2 Jun 2016, 06:59 PM Post #24 |
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"Fascinating little creatures...", murmured Perceptor, kneeling down to look closer at the brushplants for more of them, "I've always been fascinated by the reptilian organics; intriguing little beasties they are." Finding nothing of interest, he stood and once more struck out, "However, if you want to talk creepy things; try looking up some of the arthropods they've discovered- A true sign that the powers that be have a very sick sense of humor and no sense of decency." Perceptor shuddered, "Far too many legs and... grabby bits. Mandibles, pincers, claws, et cetera. Hideous little demons that feed on the nastiest things." He looked to Brainstorm, suddenly sheepish, "Apologies, I didn't mean to ramble..." |
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