--"Perhaps the only real scientist should have been one of the specialist. He will be sorely disappointed if he gets rid of me."--
Quickshot looked around at what was being assembled
"Expanding to the stars. We should have started ages ago. I would like to see the blueprints for the ship, I am intrigued to see its design and specs. It will help in the planning of the proper FTL drive. All accounts must be taken in consideration."
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2010 9:36:25 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 8, 2010 10:21:07 GMT -5
***COM***'Disappointed? No, no I think he'll be quite happy to get rid of you wise mouth. Just stop frustrating him.'***COM*** Replied Computic to Quickshot and then began to play up his character. 'And I can well see how you'd like those ships of yours armed up!'
Atlas' mood seem to return to normal. He turned to Deadbolt and Metalingus as the scientists pretended to be interested in everything around them. 'Scientists are a rather misplaced bunch when it comes to social skills. Uplink however seems, MmmMmm. Well gentlemechs, if you haven't clued in yet, you can tell that any business venture between us will result in many generated credits. Is your company ready for a joint effort?'
As Uplink and Quickshot looked about, they could have noticed a lot more then just ship parts. It seemed their were a few more body like parts about. Just extremely larger then your regular spare parts.
Computic continued scanning for frequencies from Hardstrike and Incognito, and even from Roadtrain's team.
Incognito looked at Hardstrike with purpose. 'Hey, you've been a slag full of a moody mech ever since we became Renegades. What's with you? Your the top ranking mech here but your acting like a spoiled military Autobot. Your so wrapped up with something that you didn't even notice the Nova Red. Our crew is here obviously trying to take down Atlas and risking their necks for us. And your bother by.. what? A femmech? The responsibility of this job? What is it?'
***INTERNAL COMM*** Out of place?! They're as obvious as the differences between a ship and a screwdriver! Their size makes me think of Guardian robots. If I could guess, Atlas might be trying to make them so they can "expand out into the Universe" as it were. Hence why he would need FTL and weapons experts. Strength and speed combined to make a large and virtually undefeatable army or individual. ***INTERNAL COMM***
She continued gazing in wonder at the sights. Not giving the slightest indication to her thought procces.
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 8, 2010 11:36:29 GMT -5
***IC***'It can't be anything else! He's damn bold going on about the history of this city and then showing us this. He's too confident, this is going to go badly. I have a bad feeling about this. We might have to capture Atlas but we can use extreme force against anyone else.***IC*** Said Computic as he furiously tried to scan in on Hardstrike and Incognito
(ooc: IC = Internal Coms if anyone wants to be more specific)
Incognito and Hardstrike heard something on the internal coms. 'You hear something? Faint comlink signal?'
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 8, 2010 12:14:26 GMT -5
***IC*** 'Agreed. I'm sure some well placed laser bolts can do the job, not on the mission MO but we can use it to our advantage. Won't you be able to call to your trailer parts back at the ship Quickshot?' ***IC***
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 8, 2010 12:48:13 GMT -5
Computic swore, that if he survived, between Onix and this Quickshot, he would hunt down their creators and straggle them to death.
As Quickshot and Uplink continued looking about, in front of them stood Neuroblade suddenly. 'So! You like what you see? Question, will you be helpful to my master? Answer honestly.'
As Atlas, Deadbolt and Metalingus spoke about the details of their business, Atlas threw his hands together and rubbed them. 'And you say that more and more of your business partners are interested? Excellent! Oh gentlemach I do hope you don't mind that I'm about to take all your money away! Haha! A business joke of course. Come, those refreshments like I promised.'
+++IC+++ "Guardian Robots?! You mean like Omega Supreme?! Nothing good can ever come of that. Oh, and Quickshot, please try not to provoke Atlas, that's for Roadtrain's group to do." +++IC+++
Deadbolt took one last look at the factory before following Atlas. While none of the parts looked familiar to him, some of them didn't look like they belonged on a starship. Infact, some of them looked decidedly like weapons. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this.
--IC--"I did no provoking, he just has a bad attitude."--IC--
Quickshot looked over to Nueroblade to answer his question
"There are none more able to help than us. This is the kind of opportunity a mech like myself lives for. Pushing the boundaries, helping lead technology into the future, for all our futures. Atlas speaks the words of a visionary. It is about time we began spreading past the confines of our planet, now that war is behind us."
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2010 15:30:34 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
Hardstrike shoved Incognito aside, "Slag off! You don't know anything about me! And I didn't hear anything! I don't even know what I'm doing here, we're wasting our time!", snorted the Autobot in a rage. "Have you any idea what it's like to kill a fellow Autobot? Do you?! Even in that damn simulation test, I helped cause the death of many Autobots and now I'm creeping around here with you like some jumped up vigilante! I didn't ask for this responsibility and I'm not sure I want it!", growled the mech.