"Please, stop. All this sentimentality is making me sick!", replied Driveby in a husky voice as he pulled out his sniper rifle and began cleaning it. "If Roadtrain wants to take the blame, let him! I wanna find out if that femmebot Tombot or Tomboy, whetever she's control is still functioning or not, cos she's not much use to us if she's half-wrecked!..."
D-Fib let out an annoyed grunt and stood up as she finished work on Roadtrain's leg. She turned and glared at Driveby.
"Ok you lot. Just stop it right now. We're a team and we face the consequences of our actions as a team. And Driveby, Tomboy is perfectly functional. If you think you're a better medic, go ahead, be my guest. Now, if you all don't mind, I need to check on Incendius, so please, try to keep the arguing to a minimum."
With that, she headed back inside the shuttle and started scanning Incendius again.
"Come on, just tell me what is wrong with you...."
Roadtrain stood and inspected the work done on his leg. He was impressed at D-Fib's skills. He was also impressed with her little outburst.
+++COMM+++ "Funcrusher, D-Stroy. Come back down to ground level. Mission's over." +++COMM+++
Post by Neo Calrissian on Jun 13, 2010 15:30:44 GMT -5
Incendius had been unnaturally quiet and still since he'd lost control of the shuttle. When D-Fib tried to scan him a second time, he batted her hand away sharply and reared back. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!! Slag, slag, slag, he's in my head..." The world blurred and darkened in his eyes, the only lights coming from a blue outline surrounding D-Fib. He screwed his optics shut and tried to focus. "I'm fine. I'm slightly battered, but no lasting damage. Just... move away, okay? I don't think I'm safe yet. Tell everyone else to keep their distance, and wait until... AGH!" He recoiled as imaginary flames burst from his overactive mind straight onto armor, spreading over his body. He ttok a few steps back and shooed her urgently, shaking his head.
"Hmph, schizophrenic...", mumbled Driveby seeing Onix pull his blaster on Incendius. Continuing to vlean his sniper rifle and then dissasembling it he started to wonder if this bot had some issues just as Incedius.
"Can we spare this mockery of an Autobot and just beam back to Unicron's head and find out there?! Every non-klik we spend down here is another klik the local law enforces will come.."
Onix stepped back and held his blaster at the ready
"He's having a mental breakdown and you want me to stand easy, don't think so miss. Roadtrain, I think we restrain the commanding officer and take him back to base to be examined. We can't have a Renegade flying loose out in public and this area is already too hot. We have spent too much time here."
"No. Restraining him wont be necessary. He's in control enough to let us know that would probably be a bad idea. Keeping him under observation, however, is the right thing to do. I don't think there is anything I can do while we're here. I agree, we need to get back to base."
Roadtrain stepped closer.
+++COMM+++ "Everyone fall in, we're making a move." +++COMM+++
+++COMM to Computic+++ "Computic, this is Roadtrain. We need a quick evac. No doubt you've seen everything that's happened down here." +++COMM+++
Post by Neo Calrissian on Jun 14, 2010 15:40:41 GMT -5
Incendius sighed as the world starting reverting to normal. He gave it a few seconds before he allowed himself to believe that the outside influence was gone, and then the visions and malfuncions were gone a quickly as they'd left. He blinked a few times, stepped out and adressed the troops sorrounding the shuttle. "D-Fib, I appreciate your concern, but you should give everyone a once over. Onix, contact base and prepare a space bridge to the Head. Roadtrain, collect what's left of Stinger. Tomboy, scan the area for anyone who got caught in the blast. I'll help you." He made to walk away, then turned back. "Oh, and Driveby? I'm not schizophrenic."
Post by Neo Calrissian on Jun 15, 2010 5:26:41 GMT -5
Incendius nodded. "Good work people. Get ready to beam up." He readied himself for the jump. The strategist had no intention of talking to anybody about what had happened- heck, he didn't have much of an idea himself. But he wasn't stupid: he knew exatcly whose fault it had been, and he really wasn't happy...
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 16, 2010 12:54:28 GMT -5
Over the comlink, Computic signaled to everyone in the group, as well as air support, that they were beaming back to Unicron's head. Within a flash, everyone disappeared.
On the group, the Autobot security forces moved in to meet with the Renegades that were beamed down from Unicron. Among them, one Renegade, purple and black, stood looking at all of the bystanders that witinessed today's events.
'It appears I have my work cut out for me....' With a crack of his knuckles, the Renegade agent went to work and approached the civilians.