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Post by Hoist on Nov 22, 2010 7:08:56 GMT -5
"You could say that I do.., muttered Stampede, Shrieker is dead. I logged the death myself earlier today. Close proximity explosion, comparable to a small hand explosive device implanted in her quarter's console, poor kid never stood a chance... I guess he was starting an investigation to determine whether it was an accident.
Stampede pulled her data-file up on the station's computer and opened the file. "So young, just a cadet really", continued the medic, "One of the hardest things I have to do in my job... Making the reports of the deceased..", he continued grimly.
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Post by Onix Solo on Nov 22, 2010 8:28:27 GMT -5
Killer Punch looked back at Stampede and then back to the console.
KP: "Dinoboss must have been sifting through the security footage to see who was the last in and out of Shrieker's room."
Killer Punch cued up the security footage and hit play
Parromime chuckled at Apache then waved everyone along
Parromime: "Come on everyone. Lets have some fun before something urgent comes up."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 20, 2010 8:53:55 GMT -5
Apache walked ahead of the group in a odd way, zig zagging from side to side, like as if he was back in the ship avoiding asteroids. Finally they reached the station's energon station. 'Umm, I think I should head to the armoury. Cause I don't think this place has what I want. Where's the bartender? I want a nuclear nosecones, served cold and with those little straws you get on those vacation space stations. You know, the ones with the dancing fembot on them!'
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Post by Highram on Dec 20, 2010 13:45:26 GMT -5
Snowdart came out of the ship and stretched. "I'll be in my quarters" He said. Then he quickly moved into the hallway and made his way swiftly to his quarters.
As the door closed behind him he breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down at his desk and observed the various neatly orginized, sterile and pristine tools. He placed the tools he had taken with him on the desk and began cleaning them again.
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Post by Onix Solo on Dec 20, 2010 15:31:30 GMT -5
Parromime smiled
Parromime: "They'll make you whatever you order Apache."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 20, 2010 15:54:54 GMT -5
Apache got very excited at hearing that and began to slap the bar. 'Bartender! Bartender! Bartender! I want one nuclear nosecone, cooled and with a femmie straw! Keep them coming!'
While waiting, 'So Parromime, whats the next mission? I can't wait until we go flying into certain danger! With my daring and your brains, what can't we do!'
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Post by Onix Solo on Dec 20, 2010 16:12:31 GMT -5
Parromime grinned and clambered onto a bar-stool
Parromime: "I hope we never live to the day to find out! I'm sure KP is getting us a new mission as we speak."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 20, 2010 16:37:24 GMT -5
'But the day we do, if it's even the day we die, it's be glorious! We'll be legends and they will talk about us forever!' Apache finished his drink with one giant gulp and then regretted it as he swore his throat was on fire now. 'Aaagh! Bar...Aaargh! Bartender! I'll...Aaargh! I'll take another! Aaargh!'
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Post by Onix Solo on Dec 20, 2010 16:45:41 GMT -5
Parromime laughed so hard he fell out of the chair and had to climb back onto it. He ordered a drink, something far more tame, and too a gulp.
Parromime: "Even if that day never comes they may still talk about us forever!"
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 20, 2010 17:49:02 GMT -5
Apache whipped his face in Parimime's direction with a shocked expression. 'YES! Your right! Were, were LIVING LEGENDS!'
Apache, so over taken with joy, began to dance and sing in the bar.
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Post by Onix Solo on Dec 20, 2010 19:34:18 GMT -5
Parromime laughed and finished his drink and signaled for another
Parromime: "Too bad you're the only one that took me up on my offer Apache. Would've been nice to have the rest of the crew to celebrate with."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 20, 2010 20:05:15 GMT -5
Apache clamed down for a second and sat down. The effects of his beverage was working fast. 'Ha! Well you know, their's rumours about this bar. Like it's haunted, zombies and that sort iof thing. If you ask me, that kind of talk is crazy! But hey, lets be serious here! Ummm, wasn't there suppose to be more bots here or something?'
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Post by Onix Solo on Dec 22, 2010 11:06:29 GMT -5
Parromime looked around at the mostly empty bar
Parromime: "They probably got called out on a mission. Hope we didn't miss anything good over some Ick-Yaks."
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 30, 2010 14:26:03 GMT -5
'I suppose your right, but ummm.... ok I admit I'm a metal head who doesn't have his radar on all the time but, if it was a important mission, we'd would of heard something right?' Asked Apache as he eyed his empty glass, as if more energon ale should just appear at a whim.
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Post by Hoist on Jan 17, 2011 8:39:22 GMT -5
Killer Punch spent the next cycle staring at an Shrieker's quarter's door and an empty corridor as the rest of the crew continued to get merry or spend time alone. For ages Killer watched the empty corridor, occasionally seeing his fellow crew mates, some of which were away on the current mission passing down the corridor, and beginning to get bored until finally he saw the shadowy back of a Cybertron approach Shrieker's quarters, making his straighten up in his uncomfortable chair.
After spending a while in the quarters a figure emerged showed at first but as he stepped one foot further and looked around for anyone became all to clear:
Glitch..
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